Sam’s Little Girl by Pepper North

Chapter 8

Standing, he carried Hope out of the kitchen, abandoning his almost finished bowl and her empty one. She held on apprehensively at first, but Sam’s strength was obvious. He didn’t strain at all as he moved through the hallway and into the master bath.

Setting Hope on her feet, he turned around to turn the shower on. As the water heated, Sam reached for the hem of her borrowed T-shirt. He tugged it off in a flash.

Automatically, Hope moved her arms to shield herself, but the fire in his gaze stopped her. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes. She felt sexy and wanted. With a flash of daring, she turned and walked into the shower, allowing the water to cascade over her. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Sam ease his baggy shorts over his burgeoning cock. She loved his red pubic hair. It was so different—just like he was.

When he walked into the stall, Hope held a hand out to him. Sam pressed a quick kiss against her lips before collecting liquid soap from a container. He lathered his hands as he considered her body.

“Hold your hair up, little girl.”

He waited expectantly as she gathered her long hair into a mass at the back of her head. She anticipated he would wash her breasts first. All men seemed to dive in there in her experience—limited as it was. Sam walked around her to rub his slick hands over her back and shoulders. Hope moaned in delight as he stroked across her skin, massaging her muscles.

His hands stroked down her sensitive ribs to linger at the curve of her waist. Moving lower, Sam glided his hands over the swell of her hips. Her breath caught in her lungs as his hands stroked over her small buttocks. Sam cupped her rounded cheeks and brushed his fingers along the divide between them.

Hope jumped when Sam shifted one hand to span her abdomen. He waited for her to settle before moving his other hand.

“Sam, no!” she protested, trying to bolt forward. To her dismay, the purpose of that hand became clear as he held her in place. When she scooted backward, his muscled thigh blocked her escape.

“Little girls need to be cleaned everywhere,” Sam commented without emotion. He simply stated a fact as he spread the slick cleanser between her cheeks.

Lingering at the small entrance hidden between her buttocks, Sam circled the clenched ring of muscle as he held her securely. His fingertip pressed in lightly, testing her resistance. Hope gasped as it burned slightly.

“No. Stop!”

“Daddy isn’t hurting you, Hope. I’m going to pay close attention to your bottom. Relax your muscles for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His finger now pushed through that tight opening. The soap burned as it eased his way inside her. Hope froze in place. Her mind boggled at the sensation, registering a flood of arousal that literally coated her inner thighs. He seemed to know all her deepest fantasies. She moaned as she leaned forward slightly, unconsciously offering herself to his care.

“Daddy will be here, candy girl. Buried deep inside you.”

She shivered, feeling his invasion completely. Her mind stopped functioning and just felt. He was in charge. Hope understood how those women in her Littles books could allow someone to have complete control over their bodies. It was electrifying.

“We’ll need to widen you a bit before you take my cock. The first size plug will work for later today,” he decided. With that assessment complete, Sam removed his finger slowly.

Sucking air into her lungs when she could finally breathe, Hope straightened up, only to realize that his fingertip still rested just inside her opening. Automatically, she followed his guiding hands that turned her into the spray of the water to rinse off her back. Sam moved his restraining hand at her abdomen to smooth the suds away. Finally, that small invader slipped fully from her body.

Sam gathered her to his chest and held her tight. He swayed slightly as the warm water fell softly down on them. Hope laid her head on his shoulder feeling wrapped in a cocoon that shut out the rest of the world. There was only him and her.

“Daddy?’ she whispered.

“Yes, candy girl,” he answered, rewarding her with a kiss to her temple.

“You’re going to ask everything of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Silence filled the shower as his hands stroked over her skin. Sam didn’t rush her. Held tenderly to his chest, a feeling of release flooded Hope’s body and mind. “I don’t have to pretend with you, do I?”

“Not a bit.” He leaned back slightly to look in her eyes, “I want all of you. The little girl inside who you hide from everyone. She’s mine.”

Without realizing what she was doing, Hope nodded. Sam’s lips spread in a devastatingly handsome smile that made her heart jump in her chest. She bounced up to her toes to press her mouth to his. Immediately he responded, tightening his arms around her to lift her off her feet.

Hope looped her arms around his neck as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue tasting the inside of her mouth as if she were the sweetest treat he’d ever savored. Needing to be closer, she linked her legs around his waist and groaned as his hard cock pressed intimately against her. There was no way he couldn’t tell that his probing finger had seriously turned her on.

“Little girl, you are perfect,” he growled against her lips, sending a thrill through her at his praise.

Sam stalked forward to press her body against the cool tile of the shower. His heat radiated toward her. “Lean back, candy girl,” he directed.

She dug her fingers into his biceps as she obeyed. As she braced her shoulders against the ceramic surface behind her, the motion pushed Hope’s pelvis even tighter against his hard shaft and exposed her upper body to his view. Hope closed her eyes when he ground his cock against her pink folds. Feeling her slick juices multiply, she bucked against him, helping Sam slide firmly against her most sensitive spots.

“Ohhh!” she gasped.

“Good, isn’t it, candy girl? I need to be inside you, but first I need a taste.” His powerful hands closed around her hips to ease her upward. Sam leaned in to run his tongue over the pink nipple in front of him.

“Sweet, candy girl,” he complimented before drawing it firmly into his mouth.

Hope froze in place. Tinges of pain and pleasure wove together as he lavished attention on her breast. Sam’s morning whiskers tickled and stung as he explored one and then the other. Her fingers left his arms to weave through his hair, now just long enough for her to tug. His groan against her thrilled Hope. She was getting to him as well.

Lifting his lips, Sam growled, “You’re playing with fire, candy girl.”

“Promises, promises,” she teased, and then encircled his neck to cling to him as he whirled her around to carry her out of the shower.

“Wait! I’m sorry!” Hope apologized.

“I need to grab a condom to protect you,” he explained as he walked to the nightstand and shifted her slightly to balance her on one arm.

“Oh!” she gasped, tightening her arms to help support her weight as Sam plucked a small packet from the drawer before he spun to stride back to the shower. He’s interrupting his own pleasure to ensure my safety. Hope pressed kisses to his neck. Sam’s protective actions etched his mark on her heart a bit deeper. Before she could ponder how important Sam had become to her, the spatter of the water captured her attention.

“Damn! I can’t do this one-handed,” Sam muttered. He set Hope gently on her feet with the warning, “Don’t move.” As Sam backed away from her slightly, he provided her a spectacular view of his chiseled body.

Freezing in place, Hope watched Sam rip open the condom and toss the wrapper to the side. She bit her lip as he roughly cupped his thick shaft in one hand to roll on the thin sheath. That’s so hot! Without thinking, Hope moved forward to help.

“Little girl,” he growled, stopping Hope in her tracks.

She subsided with a huff of annoyance and moved back into the place he had set her. Maybe she didn’t want to play this game. He doesn’t always get to be in charge, does he?

“I do,” Sam corrected as he stepped forward toward her. Only then did Hope realize she had spoken aloud.

The hunger shining in his eyes captivated her. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his. Effortlessly, Sam lifted her back into his arms and pressed her against the wet tile. His body sheltered her from the spatter of the shower. Unable to stop herself, Hope pressed her lips against his. Quickly, Sam took control of the kiss, deepening it.

With a groan, he ripped his mouth from hers. “I need to be inside you, candy girl.”

At her whispered, “Please,” Sam shifted her body to hover over his cock. Slowly, he entered her body, filling her completely. Lowering his forehead to rest against hers, air gushed from his lungs as he exhaled and she knew that he had been holding his breath. His control astonished Hope, but she wanted to see him lose it.

“Move,” she whispered urgently.

That was all it took. Sam looped his arms under her legs, spreading her totally in front of him. He withdrew and plunged back into her tight channel. Hope clung to his body for stability as he claimed her. There was no doubt that Sam was staking his claim on her as he made love to Hope. Grinding against her clit with each stroke, Sam built her pleasure.

“There! Please, there!” she whispered, without realizing she spoke aloud again. Hope arched her back to press herself against the thick root of his shaft as tingles of an approaching orgasm gathered between her thighs.

Immediately, Sam repeated that movement. He captured one pink nipple in his mouth and sucked firmly, adding to her pleasure. When she panted on the edge, Sam bounced her experimentally on his shaft, gliding a fraction of an inch higher inside her.

With a cry, Hope felt herself explode around him. Sam gentled his motions, leaving one last kiss on her breast. She could feel him watching her. Hope loved that he delayed his climax to allow her body to recover slightly.

Twice more he repeated this process of demanding thrusts and gentling his motion when she came undone around him. Finally, Hope demanded, “This time, together!”

Sam released his control. Entering her at a rapid pace, the powerful man drove her into a final climax before allowing himself to explode inside the protective condom as he buried himself deep inside her. His yell of pleasure echoed in the tiled enclosure.

When their breathing had settled, Sam lifted her gently off his shaft. Placing Hope on her feet, he wrapped a protective arm around her waist as she clung to him unsteadily. Hope rested against his chest until her legs could support her completely.

To her delight, Sam bathed her thoroughly. Then striding from the shower stall, he wrapped Hope in a thick towel. “Stay here, little girl. Daddy will help you dress in a few seconds.” He returned to the shower and washed himself quickly. After toweling off, Sam guided her with a large hand on the small of her back to the bedroom. Hope was disappointed when he dressed quickly in the baggy shorts.

“We need to get you some clothes, candy girl. I think I might have something to fit you,” he mentioned casually.

Instantly, anger filled her mind. “I’m not wearing something one of your floozies left behind.”

Sam took her hand and held it firmly, despite her efforts to yank it away. “I said that poorly. Come with me. I want to show you a room that no one has been in except me. That’s where the clothes are. They are new—never been worn.”

Baffled by this information, Hope felt her heart rate slow as her anger dissipated. “No one’s been inside?” she questioned as he opened a door in the hallway.

“No one but me,” he assured her, pushing the door open and tugging her inside.

Hope looked around in disbelief. It was a nursery but made for an adult. Everything was oversized. Her gaze flitted from the large crib to the changing table, to the double-wide rocking chair, before settling on a small pink chair that faced an empty corner.

“That’s your naughty chair,” he provided quietly.

“Naughty?” she repeated as her brain whirled in circles.

“Every Little chooses to misbehave from time to time. I predict your cute bottom will be in that chair often for a while.”

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because Littles need to challenge their Daddies to see where the boundaries are. It’s part of adapting to being Little.”

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

“I don’t think you will either. Let’s get you dressed, and we can explore your room.” He swept her off her feet and laid her on the changing table. Immediately, Hope tried to scramble off, but Sam held her easily on the padded surface with a hand on her abdomen. “You’re okay, candy girl. Just relax. I haven’t given you any reason to think I’d hurt you, right?”

Hope continued to struggle for a few seconds as his question processed through her mind. She collapsed down to lie on her back and whispered, “No. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I would never hurt you. There will be things you don’t like but I’m always taking care of you, little girl.”

“Sorry!”

“It’s okay, Hope. I’m glad you have some fire. Now, I need to check your temperature before I dress you.”

She opened her mouth and snapped it shut when he chuckled.

“What?”

“Little girls don’t have their temperatures taken in their mouths.” Sam opened a drawer under the padded top and withdrew a large tub of lubricant. After setting it by her hips, Sam withdrew a thick thermometer. Instantly, she knew where he meant to put that.

“I feel great. Never better. You don’t need to check my temperature.”

“Once a day, I will place this thermometer in your bottom. Little girls might be tempted to lie if they’re not feeling well.”

“I’ll tell the truth!” she promised, drawing an X over her heart to demonstrate her truthfulness.

“Thank you, candy girl. I’ll still make sure. That’s a Daddy’s job, right? To take care of his Little.”

What could she say to that? Before she could figure it out, Sam turned her on her side and anchored her in place with a thick strap over her ribcage to tether her securely. “Sam?” she squeaked, scared.

Immediately, he leaned over her as he stroked her back. “You’re okay, Hope. I’m always going to make sure you’re safe. Can you be brave for me?” he asked, holding her gaze.

“I don’t want to,” she whined.

“I know. Take deep breaths with me.” Sam inhaled deeply before letting it out in a big gust. “Again.”

He continued to lead her in slow, deep breathing as he bent her legs up. Hope concentrated on following his example. It was hard when Sam spread her buttocks and spread lubricant on her tight opening. She squeaked as his finger pressed inward to smooth the slippery fluid on the walls of her rectum. She blew out the air in a shuddering gust when he removed his index finger.

“Deep breath, Hope,” he instructed. As she inhaled, he pressed the thick tube into her bottom despite her clenched muscles. Once inside, he turned and twisted the thermometer until it fully entered her.

“Good girl, Hope,” he praised, as he held the device in place. “Ten minutes.” Sam reached up on the shelf above to grab a blue figurine. Winding it with his free hand, he placed the bunny-shaped timer in front of her. It ticked loudly as it slowly turned around.

“The bunny needs a name,” Sam suggested.

She knew he was trying to distract her. Hope wiggled, hoping to escape his restraining hand and the thick band. “How about Slowpoke,” she suggested sarcastically.

“Great name. Slowpoke it is.”

“Are you always going to set the time for ten minutes?”

“Sometimes, it will be for more time. If your tummy needs help from an enema, I’ll set the time for thirty minutes or more.”

Hope looked at him in horror. “You are never doing that to me.”

“If your tummy is unhappy, I will definitely treat it,” Sam replied evenly. His tone conveyed that he wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe I’m not Little,” she spit out.

“You don’t get to choose, candy girl,” he answered, swirling the thermometer inside her bottom. “There is good and bad in all situations.” His finger delved between her labia to discover her response to his treatment. Slick juices welled from inside Hope.

“Your body doesn’t lie. It enjoys having Daddy’s touch. Your bottom is definitely an erotic zone for you. You respond pleasurably every time I touch you here. Soon, I’ll place a plug in your bottom to prepare you to take me here as well.”

Refusing to respond to that, Hope chose to ignore that plan. She closed her eyes, hiding from his knowing gaze and the proof on his fingertips. Her body loved his control. Surely she wouldn’t enjoy an enema or a plug in her bottom. One small portion of her brain answered yes while the rest dismissed that as impossible. The ring of the timer yanked her from the thoughts that whirled through her mind.

Immediately, Sam slid the thick tube from her bottom and rotated it to read her temperature. “Perfect, little girl. It’s time to get dressed. Then I bet you’d enjoy exploring your nursery.”

She watched Sam clean the thermometer and store it in the drawer. Hope swallowed hard imagining what else was in the changing table. Noticing that he left the lubricant out, she knew he planned to use it again. His comment about preparing her bottom ricocheted into her mind. Sam planned to care for her completely.

Sam shifted her onto her back with the strap still stretched across her ribcage. When his footsteps trailed away, Hope peeked under her eyelashes to see what he was doing. She watched him open a drawer in the chest and pull out a pair of brightly colored leggings and a matching T-shirt. He hesitated and turned to look at her.

“Candy girl, do you like pink or purple better?”

“I like blue.” She deliberately chose a color he hadn’t offered.

“Gotcha.”

Replacing the items he had selected, Sam pulled out a pair of light blue leggings and a darker blue T-shirt. He returned to her side and dropped the clothing next to Hope. Leaning over, he selected something from the shelf below her and laid a white diaper on the padded top.

“I don’t need a diaper.”

“Your panties will be soaked in a minute. The diaper will keep you dry.” Sam gathered her feet in one immense hand and raised them into the air, lifting her hips from the padding. Within seconds, he had it fastened securely around her bottom.

Exploring the plastic outer layer with her fingers, Hope didn’t know what to say. In all those books she’d read, the Daddies often dressed their Littles in a diaper. She’d always wondered what it would feel like before dismissing the thought as weird. Now she knew it was true. Daddies wanted their Littles in a diaper.

“I don’t have to use this, right?” she asked as Sam threaded her feet through the leggings.

“Yes. Remember, we’re trying everything to see what’s right for you. Letting your daddy take care of your basic needs could make you feel loved and cherished.”

“You don’t want to deal with all that,” she protested, lifting her bottom to help him smooth the stretchy garment over her now padded hips.

“There is no part of you that repels me, candy girl. Definitely, if you suffer from cramps during your cycle, I will insist that you ditch tampons and use your diaper.”

She looked up at him in shock. He spoke so casually about embarrassing topics. His expression was gentle and understanding. When Sam unfastened the strap that confined her to the padding, she sat up quickly and wrapped her arms around his waist to cling to him. Burying her face in his chest, Hope wondered how she had found this man. He was so unlike any of her previous boyfriends.

A thought sparked in her brain. Sam wasn’t a boyfriend with an emphasis on boy. He was her daddy. A man who knew what he wanted and had searched for her. Sam had known immediately that she was his. A feeling of rightness settled over her. Hope knew she could trust him completely.

“I’m so glad I found you, little girl. You’re everything I wished and dreamed of finding,” he gently told her.

“I’m glad you found me, too,” she mumbled against his chest.

Dropping a light kiss on her head, Sam instructed, “Hands up, candy girl. Let’s get this shirt on before you catch a chill.” He smoothed the large garment over her head before lifting her down to stand next to him.

“That’s not exactly the right size shirt, but it will be comfy,” he pointed out when the hem settled almost to her knees.

“I can’t believe you had all this!”

“I always set up the nursery when I’m transferred. I wanted to be ready for you when I found you.” He came close to hug her.

When he stepped away, she asked, “Can we go look at the toys?”

“Of course!”

Hope skipped to the bin and dropped to her knees to look inside. There were board games over there. Several puzzles sat on the other side. Sam had gathered art supplies in a large tub in the middle. Unsure of what to do, Hope didn’t touch anything. Something was missing.

“I thought we’d go to the toy store to pick out a stuffie or two. It’s important to choose the right one,” Sam suggested.

“Really? I get to choose a stuffie?”

“Let me put some clothes on and we’ll go.”

“I can’t go like this,” she protested with a hand on her hip.

“No one will know that you have a diaper on, Hope. Go look at the mirror. You look adorable,” he said, pointing to a long mirror on the wall.

Immediately, Hope jumped to her feet and raced to the mirror. She looked normal—just like anybody in a pair of leggings and a tunic. Turning to look over her shoulder at her backside, Hope smoothed a hand over her bottom. There was a slight crinkle but otherwise, there was nothing to give away that she wore a diaper.

Sam stopped to kiss her softly. “Trust me, little one.”

Nodding, Hope followed him back to the master bedroom. She flushed at the sight of the crumpled covers and the clothes scattered everywhere. Quickly, she gathered up her clothing and folded everything in a neat pile on his dresser. The bed was her next target. Hope walked toward the top of the large bed. She was forced to stop when Sam stepped in her way.

“Let’s do it together,” he suggested. When Hope nodded, he rounded the bed to the other side. In a snap, they had it straightened.

“Good job, little girl. Shall we go get a stuffie now?”

“Please!”