She gasps. “You and Jameson talk about Natasha’s boobs?”
I laugh. “Not usually. No. But I did know exactly when he and Natasha finally pulled their heads out of their asses.” I emphasize the word ass just to goad her. “I didn’t miss the fact that she immediately started dressing differently, and I’m astute enough to notice that she kept pulling her sweaters tighter around her. It didn’t take much for me to figure out she was either not wearing bras or she was wearing ones she didn’t want to risk anyone seeing.”
Simone draws in a breath. “Yeah, well, the part that matters is that while she was having a tantrum about her boobs, I was jealous.”
That makes my chest tight. I step closer and slide my hand to the back of her neck. “Baby, I like your boobs exactly the way they are. They’re perfect. And they always will be, no matter their size, because they’re attached to the most amazing woman I’ve claimed as my own. I can’t demand you not to be jealous of someone else. It happens. But I can help you try to feel comfortable in whatever clothing makes you feel best.”
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“Good girl. Now, how about if you spend some time not wearing a bra and see how you feel? I kind of like the fact that I’ll be able to see your nipples pressing against the front of your dresses. Plus, I’d like to be able to tweak them when you misbehave,” I tease.
She seems pleased as she nods. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Arms up.” I lower the dress down her body and adjust it. She may or may not like to go without a bra in the long run, but fuck, is she sexy like this. I lift her chin. “If you feel like you need support or you just don’t like your boobs loose, I’ll buy some of those training bras Natasha has. They might help you feel Little while giving you some comfort at the same time.”
She wraps her arms around my middle and holds me tightly. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Chapter 16
Simone
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I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Even though I’ve been living here just over a week, we entered new territory yesterday.
Camden has been dominating me the entire time I’ve been here. He’s even been Daddying me. But not to this extent. Not every waking moment. Plus, we’ve had sex, and I’m still tingling all over from how amazing it was.
I feel lighter. I’ve been grieving and processing and feeling sorry for myself since my attack. Master Quinten helped me get out of my funk, mostly by suggesting we move on. Bless him. I assume I will still retreat into my head and go all introverted occasionally, but hopefully not as frequently.
I’m skipping as we enter the kitchen, and I giggle when I see that Daddy has added a booster seat to my chair. He even lifts me to sit me in it and then uses a strap to secure me around the waist as if I might otherwise fall off.
When he’s done, he adds a tray and kisses my forehead. “How does that feel?”
I squeeze my legs together. My panties are soaked. They were already wet, but now they’re drenched. How do I express what I’m feeling? “Good,” I finally murmur.
He laughs. “For a Little girl who spent the last four years babbling nonstop every time she entered my office, all you have to say about the booster seat is good?”
I bite my lip and nod. I’m trying not to pant, but it seems like I can’t get enough oxygen to my brain.
Daddy bends down and sets his hands on my knees. “Spread your legs, naughty girl. This is not sexy time.”
My face heats. It embarrasses me when he reprimands me about my arousal. It embarrasses me that he realizes I’m aroused. I think my Little is a bit more sensitive than my adult as well as being shier. Interesting.
I part my knees, but I’m trembling.
“Do you need something to hold between them? Or do you want to risk me punishing you when I catch you trying to relieve the pressure against your naughty pussy?”
Are my cheeks red? I’m going to go with yes since he strokes them with his thumbs.
He lifts a brow.
I lick my suddenly very dry lips. “I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Fair enough. I’ll give you an opportunity to keep your legs open. If you fail, I’ll remind you in whatever way I decide. Then we can try putting a ball between your legs. How does that sound?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He cups my chin, kisses me on the lips, and turns toward the stove.
