“I will never judge you, Josie. You’re precious and adorable. I’m glad you live your life authentically. So many people deny who they are inside and never let it out. Or they only practice what they feel inside a few hours a week at a club. It makes me so happy to know you let yourself be Little at home.”
I swallow. “You don’t think I’m weird?” This isn’t going how I imagined.
“Not at all. I think you’re perfect.”
I roll my eyes. He’s still holding me. It’s not making me cringe either. “I’m not perfect at all. I have special clothes without seams or tags or zippers or Velcro. I have weird eating habits because I can’t stand the crunch of chips or the feel of bananas on my tongue. I can’t eat in restaurants because the sound of people chewing around me makes my skin crawl. I don’t like red foods. They’re weird. I don’t like red at all. It’s hot. It’s mean. It’s angry.”
I don’t know why I’m blurting all this out, but he needs to know. He needs to know so he’s well informed and can leave now.
“I don’t like loud music. I keep the lights dim in my apartment because harsh white light annoys me. I don’t drive because I’m too scared. I don’t go to the grocery store because crowds make me panic. I’m mostly a hermit, Chase. I stay here in my small apartment where I can control my environment.”
He never looks away. He doesn’t wince. He just keeps rubbing my back, letting me ramble.
“I go to a counselor every other week. She helps me take baby steps. She’s the reason I belong to the Dungeon and force myself to go there once a week. At least I can socialize with like-minded people.”
I lick my lips and lay it out. “Chase, I’m really Little, and I have severe sensory issues. You don’t want to get mixed up in my problems.”
He pulls me tighter against him and slides his hand around to cup my face. “May I kiss you?”
I gasp. “Why do you want to do that?”
“Because I really like you, and I want you to understand that I don’t care about any of that. I don’t see you as having problems. I see the unique woman you are. Everyone is unique. As for being really Little, that pleases me immensely. I’m a Daddy, Josie. You know that. My instinct is to take care of you. Themore time you like to spend in Little space, the better for me. I also don’t care if your preferred age is younger. I see you as an amazing woman who’s true to herself and doing everything she can to live life to the fullest. I don’t care if you have some sensory processing issues, Josie. I’m used to living with them because of my sister. I don’t even notice anymore. I’ve been around her sensitivities my entire life. It might take me some time to know what your triggers are, but I will learn them and do my best to protect you from the things that make you uncomfortable. It’s in my blood. To me, you’re the most precious princess ever. I’d like to be your prince. Now, may I kiss you?”
It’s hard to keep up with all that. He wants to kiss me? “I don’t know how,” I admit. “No one has ever kissed me.”
One hand slides up my back. The other tips my head to one side. He holds my gaze as he lowers his lips toward mine. The first contact is so slight and gentle that I barely notice. But I don’t pull away. I find I like him holding me, touching me, kissing me.
As if he’s reading me, he finally deepens the kiss, his mouth pressing firmer. His tongue grazes along the seam of my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth.
He doesn’t thrust his tongue inside though. He teases me with licks along my parted lips before nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.
When he pulls away, I’m panting. I want more. I’m leaning into him. My breasts feel oddly heavy. My panties are damp like they get when I think about him when I’m in bed at night.
He strokes my cheek with his thumb. “What did you think of your first kiss, Baby girl?”
I smile shyly. “Why did you stop?”
He returns the smile. “Because I don’t want to take advantage of you tonight. You’ve had a rough evening. I’d like to help you get ready for bed and tuck you in if that’s okay with you.You need some time to think about what that kiss meant to you, Josie. I’d really like to be your Daddy, but I need to know you feel the same about wanting to be my Little girl before I start taking the liberty of kissing you every time I’m near you.”
My face heats ten thousand degrees. He wants to kiss me when he’s near me? “I take a bath before bed,” I tell him without thinking.
“Okay. Let’s get that started then.” He keeps one hand on my hip as he shuts the drawers and cabinets before reaching over to turn on the faucet in my tub and putting the stopper in. My bathroom isn’t very big. My entire apartment isn’t very big.
My heart rate is increasing by the second. I wonder what he’s going to do next.
“Do you have bubbles, Baby girl?”
I nod and point to the corner of the tub.
Chase turns me gently so he can reach the bubbles. He pours them into the stream of water. “Will you let Daddy help you get into the tub, princess?” He sits on my toilet seat so we’re eye to eye, his hands coming to my hips.
I squeeze my legs together. I’ve never been naked in front of a man. “Are you going to have sex with me?” I have no filter tonight.
“No, Baby girl. Not tonight. You’re not ready for that. I just want to wow you with my Daddy skills so you’ll agree to see me again.” He grins.
I giggle. “I’m already wowed. You don’t have to impress me.”
“Darn. That ruins my plan,” he teases.
