He chuckles. “Show me.”
I hesitate. He’s going to see my panties if I do so. The blurred line between us has turned into a very wide chasm. The thought of him seeing my panties makes my tummy feel funny. I know he’s seen them at night, but this is daytime. I try to ignore my hesitation as I lift onto one foot and push off, spinning around and around in circles as fast as I can. The skirt flares out wide and my pigtails do too.
When I stop, I’m dizzy and breathing heavily.
Colt reaches out to grab my shoulder and steady me. “I see why you call it a twirl dress. Warn me when you’re going to do that so I can make sure you don’t fall, okay?”
I nod, my chest pounding. Not just from the activity. I’m aroused. My panties are wet. The way he’s looking at me combined with his words is making me feel things I’m not used to. Not in my little. “Yes, Sir,” I mumble inaudibly.
He lifts my chin. That eyebrow rises.
Fuck me. It’s so intense when he does that. My nipples are tingling and stiff. I’m sure he can see them through the thin cotton. “Yes, Sir,” I state louder.
“Good girl.” He pats my bottom. “Go sit at the table. I found your coloring books and crayons. You can color while I make dinner.”
I bite into my lower lip as I shuffle toward the table, shocked. He’s everything I ever dreamed of in a Daddy. And every moment we spend together is going to make it that much harder when it’s over between us.
“I went to the store today while you were at work. I’m going to make myself a pork chop. Would you like one too, or would you rather have Spaghetti-O’s?”
I smile and swing my legs as I glance at him. “Spaghetti-O’s.”
“Coming right up.”
I color him a picture while he cooks, and I’m just finishing it when he sets a plate down in front of me. It’s one of my partitioned plates with princesses on it. He’s put the canned pasta swimming in red sauce in one section, apple sauce in another, and steamed broccoli in the last section.
I jerk my gaze up to him. “I don’t like broccoli.”
He frowns at me, his brows furrowed. “Hmm. I don’t think I believe you, Eve.”
He shouldn’t believe me. After all, he found it in my freezer. Obviously, I do eat broccoli. But my little doesn’t. I look back down at my coloring. “I’m not eating it.”
He sets a hand on the table and lifts my chin with the other. That damn brow is lifted again. “You’ll eat everything on your plate, or no television after dinner.”
I groan. “But…”
“No buts. Every bite. You can’t live off of Spaghetti-O’s. They have no nutritional value.”
I’m testing him. I know it. My blood is pumping. I’ve never once had a Daddy figure in my home like this. I’d give almost anything to get Colt to spank me, but he’s right. It’s too soon. This odd dynamic is new to us, and he has no experience spanking littles. “Yes, Sir.”
“Put the crayons away while you eat. You can finish coloring after dinner.”
I obey him, mostly because I’m hungry, but also because I’ve pushed him far enough for tonight. I don’t want to alienate him with my naughty ways.
He sits at the end of the table with his plate. Pork chop, broccoli, baked potato.
I start eating too quickly, and he stops me with a hand over mine. “Slow down. You’ll choke.”
“Yes, Sir.” I finish my meal and resume coloring while he cleans the kitchen. I feel kind of bad about this arrangement, but it was his idea. I assume if he didn’t want to take care of me, he wouldn’t have suggested it.
When I’m done with my picture, he hangs it on the fridge and leads me to the living room. He sits in the corner of the couch where he sat last night, and I snuggle up next to him as he turns on the television. “You have half an hour, time for one show.”
“This one,” I declare as he surfs slowly through the cartoon channels. I set my cheek on his thigh and let myself get absorbed in the silliness of the cartoon. When it ends, he turns off the tv, and I groan. “Can’t I watch one more?”
“Nope.” He nudges me to sit up and lifts me to my feet. He holds me by my hips and meets my gaze. “Your two hours are up. Go change into whatever you want to sleep in and let your hair down, okay?”
I nod, and then I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close. “Thank you.”
He returns the hug, his large palms sliding up my back. “My pleasure.”
I skip from the room. Part of me would rather stay in my little space. I often do until I go to bed. But I’ve agreed to two hours in this space, and it would be unfair to renege. It was incredibly generous of Colt to do this for me. He’s gone above and beyond my wildest expectation. I owe him the respect of spending the rest of the evening in my adult persona.
Granted, I don’t really have many bedclothes that would be considered adult, so I can’t help that part, but I can take my hair down and brush it out. I study my sleeping options for a few moments before choosing a white tank top. I leave my panties on and cover this up with my usual pink robe. It’s not really childish.
When I return to the living room, Colt is staring at his phone. He doesn’t look up, but he reaches for me with one hand, and I sit next to him.
“Everything okay?” I ask in my adult voice. “Anything new?”
He sighs as he drops the phone onto the end table. “No. Nothing. It’s frustrating.” He turns toward me and
