She glances down. “You didn’t have sex with me.”
“I didn’t think you were in the right state of mind to make a decision like that. My instincts told me we needed to have a serious discussion about sex before jumping into it.”
“What’s to discuss?” she asks casually. “We like each other. We’re attracted to each other. We’re grown adults. Why can’t we just have sex?”
I sit and scoot to the headboard, pulling her up alongside me. “First of all, we’re never going to ‘just have sex’ so wipe that out of your mind. When and if we have sex, it won’t be ‘just’ anything. Second of all, you’re confused. It’s written all over your face. I knew you weren’t fully in your adult body.”
She winces. “Did I make you feel like you were with a child?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. I’m clear you’re an adult. I don’t mind if you submit to me while we’re in bed. I don’t even mind if you’re in your little space. But we need to discuss it first because you were more shocked than me. I know whatever is between us isn’t the norm for you. You’ve made it clear you don’t sleep with any of the Daddies you play with. And yet…”
She sighs and rubs her fingers along the edge of the sheet absently. “It’s different with you.”
“I get that. And that’s okay, but we need to take our pulse on it first. I’m new to this lifestyle. I need some advice. I suspect you do too, based on your reactions to me.”
“Yeah,” she admits. “You’re probably right.”
I kiss her and then pat her butt. “You need to get in the shower, or you’re going to be late for work.”
She groans. It’s adorable. It’s the sound of her defiant little. “Will you come with me?”
I lift a brow. “Into the bathroom? Yes. Into the shower? No.” I don’t hesitate. I’m going to have to learn to be decisive and quick if I’m going to dominate her. I slide off the bed, lift her into the air, and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals. “Colt.”
I carry her into the bathroom and set her on her feet. Before she can protest, I remove my shirt from her and drop it in her hamper. I kind of like the idea of my clothes mixed with hers. Maybe I’ll put the rest in there instead of back in my bag.
I turn on the shower and wait for it to warm up while she crosses her arms, pretending to be all modest on me again.
My smile is filled with mirth. “I’ve seen every inch of your body, you know. Tasted it too.”
She bites her bottom lip, her arms still crossed.
I decide to push her. “Hands at your sides, Eve,” I warn.
She sucks in a breath and slowly lowers them, a shudder wracking her body.
“That’s better.” I grab her hips and tug her closer, leaning down to kiss the tips of her amazing nipples.
She shivers in my grasp, her hands fisted at her sides. “When you dominate me, my little comes out. She pushes my adult self out of the way and fully emerges. She’s shy and nervous about being naked.”
“I gathered that, and it’s okay. I don’t mind her being shy.” I give her a little shake. “I don’t mind you being shy. It’s cute. And I feel like I’m getting to see a side of you no one has ever seen.”
She nods quickly. “You are.”
“That’s precious to me. The flush on your cheeks from embarrassment makes my cock hard.”
She gasps and glances down at my crotch. “I can fix that.”
I chuckle. “Stop trying to get in my pants, baby. If I have to warn you again, I’ll be increasing the number of swats you take the first time I spank you.”
She winces. “How many are you up to now?”
“A lot.” I turn her around and open the shower door, shoving her into the enclosure. “Take your shower.” For some reason, I can’t bring myself to leave the bathroom. I want to be in her space while she bathes. What I really want is to wash her myself. I won’t though. Not today. That would be dangerous.
I’m going to have blue balls by the time I drop her off at work this morning, but I’ll live. Tonight, I’ll consult with Davis again about this dynamic between us. I need some advice before I have sex with Eve. Being a Daddy to her is one thing, but I’m uncertain about this new dimension. I hadn’t expected to sleep with her when she’s in her little space.
I know Davis does it with Britney. It’s not that it feels wrong. It doesn’t at all. It feels more right than it probably should considering how long I’ve known Eve and how fast I’ve fallen under her spell.
Her little is endearing to me and the joy it gives her is attractive. Is that strange? I don’t know. I’m concerned though. Even though I get that other littles do have sex in that headspace, it’s not something Eve expected to do, so I’m worried about her. I don’t want her to have regrets or end up more confused than she already is.
I lean against the counter and watch her shower. I know it’s unnerving to her. That’s half the reason I do it. Her body is amazing. She’s petite, but proportionate. When she lifts her arms to wash her hair, I can’t keep my eyes off her tits and the sharp points of her nipples. Her bare pussy is calling out to me, but I’m not going there again this morning. She’s shaking, clearly affected by me watching, but I like the effect I have on her.
When she’s
