live freely.”
“Only Littles live there?”
“Only Littles.”
She sat quietly on his lap for a couple of minutes, studying the papers. Finally, she forced herself to ask the question bouncing around in her mind. “Do you have a Little that lives there?”
“No, Baby girl. I do not. These are the plans I had created for my home in SANCTUM. I haven’t begun building yet. Would you like to see?”
Eagerly, she leaned forward as he pulled the papers in front of her. She wiggled on his lap to turn the right way and froze when he groaned. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me, Kenzie. Just triggered a reaction.”
Instantly, she understood. Glancing down at the floor plan in front of her, Kenzie felt the corners of her mouth curve upward. She could feel his shaft partially hardened and pressing into her bottom. The thought that he responded to her so easily made her incredibly happy.
Osiris wrapped one arm around her, tugging her closer to his growing erection for a few seconds before he leaned to the side to point to the diagram before them. “Here’s a picture of the front of the house. What color house do you think would be best?” he asked.
“I’ve always wanted to live in a yellow house. It’s so cheery. With white shutters,” she enthused. “Your house doesn’t have shutters, but that’s okay. It’s pretty like that.”
She noticed Osiris making a few notes on the side of the paper. “Can I see inside?”
“Of course, Baby girl. Here’s the inside. You come in here…”
“Nice! It’s all open. You can see everywhere. I love kitchens like this with a bar and stools.”
“Would you sit there for breakfast?” Osiris questioned.
“Definitely. It would be a great place for me to talk to you while you’re cooking. I don’t cook very well,” she admitted honestly.
“No problem there. Little girls don’t cook.”
“Thank goodness. I’m really bad. I always put stuff in the oven and forget it.”
“That’s dangerous, Baby girl. All the more reason to leave cooking to me. Did you see the other rooms? Here’s Daddy’s room.” He pointed to the large master bedroom with a large, attached bathroom.
She pointed at the huge bathtub. “Do they make tubs that big?
“They do. It’s a soaking tub for two people. That way I can play with all the bath toys with my Little.”
Her face heated slightly at the thought of sitting naked in the tub with her Daddy—with him. Osiris had stepped into that role in her mind. The Daddy of her dreams had always been fuzzy in her imagination. She hadn’t been able to picture him. Now, only one image floated in her mind.
“Look at this room here. It’s designed for my Little.”
“Is that a crib?” she asked, leaning closer to read the small print.
“It is. Little girls need to stay in bed sometimes. A crib keeps them secure and safe. Do you think you could sleep in a crib?” Osiris asked.
“I’d rather have a princess bed.”
“That sounds pretty. Can you describe it for me?”
“Hmm,” she hummed, suddenly embarrassed. “Could I tell you about it later? I’d like to see the plans for the rest of the room.”
“Of course. You tell me when you’re ready.” Osiris pointed to a rectangle drawn in the room. “Over here is a changing table. Even Littles who don’t wear diapers need one of those, too.”
“Why?”
“Daddies keep a careful eye on their Little’s health. I’ll take your temperature when I’m concerned that you don’t feel well.”
“What do you need a table for? I’d just open my mouth.” She demonstrated. His hand patted her buttocks, and she turned around in disbelief. “Not in my bottom?”
“Littles always have their temperature taken in their bottoms. There might also be times when you’d need to wear a diaper: your period, when you had been bad, or if you were sick.”
“I don’t have to wear a diaper then in those cases either, right?”
“If I decide you need to wear a diaper, you’ll need to follow my determination. Being my Little would require you to do as I say. Even for things that you don’t enjoy,” he warned.
“Like getting my temperature taken?”
“Yes, or eating peas, being punished, or having your tummy treated.”
“I like peas,” she whispered.
“Good! Peas are one of my favorites, too.”
“Are you going to punish me a lot?” she asked. In the back of her mind, Kenzie noted that they no longer talked about Littles and Daddies in general. Now, their conversation focused completely with Osiris as her Daddy.
“Are you going