Caring Fireman Daddy by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER SIX
Darius
I pull away from her. With her eyes are closed and her lips pursed ready for another kiss, she drives me wild. Her nipples are popping out of that thin T-shirt of hers. I am hard as a rock. She opens her eyes, and checks me out.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Please.”
“Not yet,” I tell her. She sticks out her lower lip in a pout and I feel like an idiot not taking her on the counter right now. “It’s too soon,” my brain says in defiance of my body, and hers. “We need to build up some trust. I suspect we have both been through a lot.”
Betsy hops off the counter. She collects her thoughts. “Yeah, I guess. You looked like one sad puppy when I was about to leave this morning.”
She’s called me out and I both hate her and love her for it. “Maybe. I just didn’t want you to go, and I didn’t want you to think you had to stay either.” I take her hand. “I have been left in the middle of night and the early morning more often than I care to say. And I suspect you know when to get going while the getting’s good.”
“I never want to wear out my welcome.” She looks at floor. Her voice is small again. I want her to feel safe. I want her to feel free to be a Little. I don’t want her to feel ashamed.
“Hey, Baby Girl,.” I take her chin gently in my hand and kiss her forehead. “It’s not going to be like that. I want to take care of you. It’s my thing. You know I’m a Daddy. I would like to earn my way to be your Daddy. I want to take care of you.”
“You don’t have to,” she says with her eyes welling with tears. I hold her close. She cries into my shoulder again, not like the time with the wolf, this is a gentle cry.
“I want to, Baby Girl, if you’ll let me.” I smooth the top of her head with my hand. The lust has cooled down and now there is just tender warmth between us. She pulls away and looks into my eyes to see if I am for real.
“How would you ‘take care’ of me? I’e had other Daddies, but it was just a game to them. They like the cute outfits, but they were never into it like I wanted them to be. It was like they were pretending to be Daddies and I pretended to be a Little, but it never stuck. I never got what I wanted.
“Same,” I say. I lean against the opposite counter. I sip my coffee thinking, not sure how much to reveal. She sips her coffee, probably thinking the same thing.
“Well, I’d like to spoil you a bit. I’d like to take you to breakfast. Somewhere nice. With pancakes and waffles,” I say and her face lights up.
“With chocolate chips? And bacon?”
“Of course, what kind of special breakfast would it be without bacon?” She jumps up and down with glee.
“And then maybe we can get some things to make you more comfortable. To just let yourself go. I want you to be a kid again here. You’re safe.”
“What does that mean, exactly?” Her voice goes high in the sexy baby voice that sends a jolt to my cock.
“Well, we can get some stuffies. You seem to like unicorns.”
“I love unicorns.” She claps her hands softly next to her face, just like a Little.
“And maybe some games like Chutes and Ladders? Candyland? Maybe Checkers?”
“Checkers is boring,” she sasses.
“OK, no Checkers. Absolutely no Checkers.” I come in close and start to gently tickle her. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her, and she doesn’t seem to want me to. “And then maybe we can get some of your things from your place. I’m guessing that is not the best living arrangement.”
“It’s smelly, cold, and I have way too many roommates,” she says. “I never get a moment to myself. I don’t even get to watch the shows I want.”
“Well, that is just silly. I mean, you can’t watch TV all night, every night, but you should be able to watch your special shows, right?”
“I should hope so,” she says. I stop tickling her and a wave of relief washes over her.
“And I was thinking.” I pause, not knowing how she will react, but she’s a Little and she’s a friend of Talia, so I don’t think I am going too much out on a limb here. “I was wondering how you felt about diapers. Like just wearing them for fun. I would like to powder you; make you feel safe maybe after a bath. Would you be OK with that?”
“I haven’t done that in forever. I would like that.” Her voice is still baby-sexy, but huskier with desire. “Maybe a bubble bath first?” Her fingertips graze my shoulder, and it’s electric.
“Would you let me wash you?” My breath catches in my throat. The thought of that sweet thing all soapy and slick makes me hard again.
“Uh-huh. If you want.”
“Oh, I want. I want very much.” I kiss her again. She presses her hips against mine. I let her feel how hard she makes me. She rubs up against me like she likes it.
“But first, breakfast,” she says and wiggles away from me. “Go, put on something decent and take me to breakfast. You promised.”
There is that pout again. I hate to put clothes on when all I want to do is take hers off, but it is good to wait for things. It is good to wait for her.
