Finding Peace, page 10
He looks at me, searching my face until I start squirming. His smile melts me. “You’re so fucking sexy, Brea. So damn cute and precious and special. I want the world for you. Stop me anytime you feel like I’m going too fast or pressuring you, okay?”
I nod. I can’t imagine stopping him. Why would I do that? Even if he wanted to have sex with me, I’d let him. At least then I’d know. And I really want to know.
Chapter 10
Brea
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When Daddy’s lips descend on mine, I sigh into his mouth. He cups my face with his hand, and I set my palm on top of his. I love how he touches me. Every time he does so. Even when he was spanking me.
His lips are magical. He takes my breath away and scrambles my brain with his tongue and his mouth. It’s like a sweet dance, our tongues teasing each other, licking and sucking and tasting. It’s the best feeling in the world.
Now that I’ve touched myself, I realize there’s probably more to this feeling. Besides, Daddy has told me so, and I believe him.
He kisses me for so long that I start to squirm next to him, those sensations I was feeling returning to the surface. I want to touch myself again, but there’s no way I would do so while he’s with me. That would be embarrassing.
The need for contact is growing though. My breasts are heavy. My nipples are hard points. I arch my chest and squeeze my legs together. I’m restless, unable to keep from squirming.
Daddy slides his palm from my face to my shoulder, making me aware of the fact that I’m gripping the back of his hand with my fingers.
I release him and fist my hand at my side, fighting the urge to touch myself. Until an hour ago, I never had such a thought. Now I’m consumed.
Daddy’s magical lips keep kissing, his tongue keeps teasing mine. He slides his hand down to my fist and grips it before reaching for my thigh and smoothing up my side. His fingers span wide, and they are moving, stroking my back.
When his thumb grazes the underside of my breast, I gasp into his mouth and then moan, digging my heels into the mattress. A need I don’t understand is building, consuming me.
Daddy releases my lips, props himself on his elbow, and cups my head with his free hand. His mouth is a breath away, but he’s not kissing me anymore. “I’m going to touch you, kitten. All over. Okay?”
I nod. Please. I need him to touch me. I don’t care where or how.
His hand slides to my breast, and my eyes roll back in my head. He’s not touching my skin, of course, but even through my dress and my bra, I can feel enough. He grips me over and over until he tucks a finger under the upper edge of my bra and finds my nipple. The cotton of my dress is still a barrier, but it feels so good anyway. So much better than when I touched myself.
I draw my feet up, knees bent, and arch my chest off the bed. I’m out of control. I need something. So badly, it hurts.
“Lie back down, kitten,” he demands. “Flatten your legs.”
I drop my butt to the mattress, gasping, my vision blurring.
“Good girl.” He flicks my nipple again and then releases my breast to smooth his hand down my belly. “Spread your legs, Little one.” He reaches for my inner thigh and pushes my leg open, bending my knee toward the wall.
A new sensation fills me, a sense of exposure. I’m fully clothed, but my private parts are pulsing with need.
Daddy kisses me again and then retreats. He gives my thigh a squeeze. “Leave your leg here, kitten,” he whispers against my lips. And then his hand is moving toward my core.
Seconds later, he’s cupping me there, pressing his palm into me.
I nearly bolt off the bed, my entire body stiffening.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Brea. Jesus.” He’s panting. I would be too if I could breathe.
“Daddy,” I beg, my voice unrecognizable.
“Daddy’s going to make you feel good, kitten.”
The pressure is intense. It’s consuming me. The need. When he drags his fingers over my private parts, I cry out. I hadn’t gotten this far. He’d walked in while I’d been gripping myself, but I hadn’t stroked my folds yet.
Besides, it feels a hundred times better when he does it. Like it’s out of my control or something. I think my brain is going to explode.
He presses down with the heel of his palm, making me realize I’ve lifted my butt again. His fingers stroke me again too. “You’re soaked, kitten. All the way through your leggings. It’s fucking hot.”
He’s panting. I like it. It tells me he’s enjoying this. No way he’s enjoying it as much as me, but he’s turned on.
When he suddenly drags his middle finger over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I scream. All thoughts disintegrate. I’m nothing but a pile of goo. A needy pile of goo.
“That’s my girl. Let it feel good. I can keep touching you like this, or I can slide my hand inside your panties if you’d prefer.”
I moan, my head lolling back and forth. The thought of him touching me directly is suddenly inviting. “Please…”
He kisses me again. “Please what, kitten?” His finger finds my clit over and over, teasing it relentlessly. I’m so close to exploding. I’ll die if he doesn’t help me.
I open my hand and reach out to grab his forearm. “Please,” I scream. “Please, Daddy. Make it feel better.”
He drags his hand up to the top of my leggings and slips his fingers inside.
I don’t care that he’s going to touch my bare private parts. I need him to. I need him to do whatever it takes to get me there.
His fingers are suddenly inside my panties, and I’m shaking. My entire body is stiff and trembling as he finds my folds and drags my wetness up over my clit.
“Oh, God…”
He holds my head with his hand and kisses around my lips. “Come for Daddy. Let me watch you explode, kitten.” He flicks my clit over and over, circling it and teasing it, and then doing it again.
The pressure keeps building until I can’t focus. I can’t think. I can’t see. I can only feel the need. It’s growing and building and blinding me.
Suddenly, he eases a finger inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit, and I explode. The pressure gives way and my entire body shudders uncontrollably as my vagina pulses around his finger and my clit throbs against his thumb.
It goes on and on for long seconds before finally slowing down, leaving me panting. I’m not solid anymore. I don’t even know what I am. I’m smiling though. I know that.
My ears are ringing as Daddy kisses all over my face, trailing his lips to my ear. “That was the most beautiful experience of my life, kitten. Thank you.”
I shudder. Shouldn’t I be thanking him?
His hand eases out of my leggings and I suck in a breath when he brings his fingers to his face. He inhales my scent and then sucks his fingers into his mouth.
My eyes are wide with shock as he moans. “So sweet,” he murmurs. His hand slides down to my belly and then he meets my gaze. “Now you know.” He smiles.
I flush. “I… I had no idea.” Already I want to do that again. Could I do it to myself? It would probably take me longer than it took Daddy, but I bet I could do it. I was close when he walked in on me.
Daddy kisses me gently, staring down at me for a long time. His hand strokes my tummy. Finally, he lifts a brow. “You still have to nap, kitten. You’re not getting out of it.”
I groan. “There’s no way I could sleep now.” My heart is still racing.
“You can. You’ll settle in a few minutes.” As he eases off the bed, I glance down at his jeans. The bulge in the front is huge. It was pressing against my thigh this entire time. I’m curious but also nervous. It doesn’t seem fair that he just made me feel so good and didn’t get anything in return. But I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to fix that.
“Brea…” His voice is filled with a warning tone, and I jerk my gaze up, realizing I’ve been staring at his erection.
He pulls the covers back over me, tucking me in tight. “Rest, Little one. Take some deep calming breaths so you can relax.” He piles all the stuffed animals next to me once more and hands me the doll before leaning over to kiss me one more time.
I’m tucked in tight and snug, but I’m restless still.
“I’m not going to tell you not to touch yourself, kitten, because I think you need to explore and find out what feels good. Masturbating is important. However, you need to nap right now. Save the exploration for later, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. There’s no way I’m going to touch myself while I’m in his cabin again. It was mortifying.
“Sleep, kitten.” He pads from the room, shutting the door almost all the way.
I like how he leaves it ajar. It’s sweet. But it’s also the reason I got caught touching myself in the first place. Although, for as humiliating as that was at first, I’m not sorry now. I’ve been introduced to a whole new world I didn’t know existed.
Now that I’m alone, I’m suddenly exhausted. The orgasm left me depleted of energy. Maybe I can nap. I close my eyes, snuggle in with my doll, and that’s the last thing I remember.
Chapter 11
Niko
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I hate waking Brea up, but she’s been sound asleep for an hour. If I let her sleep any longer, she’ll have trouble sleeping tonight. Plus, she’d be in a panic if she didn’t get back to the main house to work some more this afternoon.
Brea is a very hard worker, conscientious and determined in all things. She is efficient and thorough. She has a system when she’s cleaning. I’ve watched her enough to see her running through a mental checklist. She would be flustered if she weren’t there to help Amy with dinner.
I ease into her room, my heart full as I watch her sleeping for a few more minutes. I’d give anything to stand here watching her instead of waking her. She’s so peaceful. I’ve never seen her this peaceful. And Lord knows Brea deserves some peace.
Her face is relaxed, her lips parted, her brow smooth. She’s curled on her side, her knees drawn up. She’s clutching the doll, and several of the stuffed animals have fallen on the floor. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s undoubtedly too warm under the covers with all her clothes on.
From now on, I’ll tuck her in wearing far less clothing. The weight of the blanket is probably good for her, but I don’t want her overheated.
Finally, I stroke her cheek, tucking a soft lock of auburn hair behind her ear. “Hey, kitten,” I whisper as I lower my lips to her cheek. “Time to wake up.”
She blinks awake, her brows coming together. She’s confused as she glances around.
“Do you remember where you are, Little one?”
She nods slowly. “I fell asleep,” she declares as if this is a revelation.
“Yep. You had a nice nap. I bet you’ll feel refreshed this afternoon.”
She frowns as she pushes to sitting. “I don’t like to nap.”
I chuckle and tap her nose. “Good thing Little girls don’t make the rules, then, huh?”
“Napping can’t be a rule. It’s silly.”
“Napping is mandatory,” I inform her sternly. “It keeps Little girls from getting crabby in the evenings. I’ve seen you yawn starting late in the afternoon.”
“That’s because I don’t sleep well at night. You can’t fix that,” she defends, crossing her arms adorably.
“I bet I can. I bet the blanket helped. And the pillow and stuffies too. They made you feel less lonely.”
“Well, I don’t have all these things in my bed, so it won’t work at night.”
“It will if you sleep in this bed instead.” I lift a brow. I hope she doesn’t intend to fight me on this. I want her in my cabin from now on.
Her eyes widen. “You want me to sleep in here? That doesn’t seem…”
“Proper?” I chuckle.
“Well, yeah. I mean what if Foster and Amy noticed?”
I sit on the edge of her bed and set my hand down on the other side of her hips, trapping her legs. “First of all, we’re consenting adults. It’s no one else’s business where we sleep. Second of all, unless you’ve told anyone otherwise, I’m betting they already assume we’re sharing a bed.” I wait for her to realize this is true.
She sighs. “They probably do, but that doesn’t mean we should move in together.”
I reach out and stroke her cheek. I had figured this might be difficult for her, so I’m prepared for the battle. “Think of it as a trial. As your Daddy, I want you in my cabin. I want to know if you’re restless and not sleeping. I want to comfort you in the night. I want to put you to bed and wake you up in the morning.”
“I’d sleep in here?”
“For now, kitten. Yes.”
She bites her lower lip. “Can I think about it?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I already made the decision.”
She blinks at me as she processes what I’ve said.
“I told you I was going to go full Daddy on you today, and I meant it.”
“Okay,” she whispers, shuddering.
“I’ll give you some choices throughout the day, but ultimately I expect you to do as you're told. You can’t get the full effect of what it means to be Little if you don’t put yourself in my care. Can you do that, kitten?”
She nods. “I think so.”
“Good girl. Now, first choice.” I run my fingers through her soft hair. “Pigtails or braids?”
She giggles. “I’m not very good at either.”
“That’s okay. I am.” I stand, pull the covers back, and reach out a hand to help her up.
She slides off the edge of the bed, landing on her feet. “You can do my hair?”
“Of course. Now, it’s been a while. I might get it crooked the first few times, but Daddies are great at doing their Little girls’ hair.” I point toward the door to the room. “How about if you go potty? I’ll make your bed and meet you in the bathroom.”
“I can make my bed, Daddy. I make beds all day. I’m good at it.”
“I know you are, but from now on when you’re in this cabin, you aren’t working. You’re Little. And as my Little, I’ll take care of you instead of the other way around. You take care of everyone else all day long. When we’re home, it’s time for you to be pampered.”
She’s smiling as she stares at me. “I don’t know what that’s like.”
“You’re going to find out. Now, go potty.”
She skips out of the room. I don’t take my gaze off her until she’s out of sight. She’s a breath of fresh air. Pure and sweet and so innocent. I nearly choked when she came undone under my fingers earlier. It took me forever to convince my cock to stand down, and even then, I only managed about half-mast. The shaft is back in full force now, demanding action. It’s going to have to be patient. Brea isn’t ready for sex. She’s not ready to see me naked either.
I fully intend to see every inch of her before the end of the day, but I won’t be returning the favor. I don’t have that kind of willpower.
After arranging the pile of stuffies at the end of the bed, I tuck her doll under the covers as if she’ll be napping while we’re gone.
Brea opens the bathroom door as I approach.
“Did you name your doll?” I ask as I enter with her and point to the toilet seat so she’ll sit.
She drops onto the seat. “Not yet. I need to think about it. Names are important.”
“They are. I agree. Take your time.”
She tips her head back as I brush out her hair. “Maybe she’s Nikki since you gave her to me.”
I chuckle. “How will I know which one of us you’re talking to? That’s too similar to Niko.”
“Because I don’t call you Niko. I call you Daddy.”
“Ah. Good point.” And one that warms my heart. I part her hair down the center and then decide on French braids. It takes me a while to get started, but I think they turn out pretty well. I even tie dark purple ribbons that match her leggings to the ends.
Brea’s eyes widen when she stands to look in the mirror. “Daddy, that’s amazing. I love it.” She throws her arms around me. “I’ve never had French braids before. They’re so pretty.”
“I’m glad you like them.” I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Shall we get back to the main house? While you work, I’m going to go over some details about the basement additions with Craig.”
She grins up at me. “When are you going to tell us what you’re building?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, kitten.”
I love how she skips alongside me on our way to the kitchen. Every day she’s lighter and happier and more open. She’s blossoming. Apropos since she works at Blossom Ridge.
When we step inside, Amy is at the island. I tip Brea’s head back with a finger under her chin and kiss her on the lips. I’ve never done that in front of anyone before. She flushes, but she smiles too. I don’t think she minds me claiming her.
“Be good. I’ll see you at dinner.” I’m smitten. I wish I could stay in the kitchen and watch her work or follow her around the house just to be with her. But that would overwhelm her. I intend to go full Daddy on her at dinner and this evening. She needs some downtime in between.
Entering in a deeper age-play relationship can be stressful under the best of circumstances, but in Brea’s case, she hasn’t fully acknowledged she’s even Little yet, so I need to keep my expectations reasonable. Give her some space.
For the love of God, I need to stay out of her room when she’s in her bed and let her explore her sexuality. It will be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, especially if I hear her sweet sexy noises when she’s masturbating, but she deserves the privacy to explore.
I make my way to Craig’s office and tap on the open doorway.
Craig spins around to face me. “Come on in. Good timing. I just finished going over the inventory.”
I take a seat across from him on the other side of his desk. “Did you have a chance to look over the final blueprints?”
He nods as he finds them on his desk and unrolls them to flatten them out on his desktop. “I did. I love it. The Littles are going to love this room, but so are the Daddies.”
