she mumbled under the washcloth as he wiped her eyes and mouth clear of sleepy traces.
“Is there anyone who doesn’t like Fruity Loops?” he answered with a serious expression.
When breakfast was finished and Kenzie had watched Osiris consume two large bowls of cereal, he washed the dishes by hand. After pouring the rest of milk down the sink and rinsing the container, he declared, “Everything else will be fine until we get back. Ready to pack?”
“I don’t have much. It shouldn’t take me long.”
“Come on, Baby girl,” he said, consoling her unspoken sadness at losing things in the fire. “We’ll get anything you need.”
She started to protest but was quiet when he raised one eyebrow. He’ll take care of me.
Minutes later, Osiris placed a duffle bag on the freshly made bed. “Put all your clothes in here. Take everything. I don’t know how long we’ll decide to stay.”
As she gathered an armful of her freshly laundered clothes, Kenzie saw him pick up the bottom paci and the vial of lavender. “You don’t need to take those.”
“They’re just what Little girls who have trouble napping need. Let Daddy worry about these things.” He patted her bottom and left the room.
Kenzie quickly packed her clothes. She didn’t have a lot, but thanks to Osiris, she had a few pairs of jeans, a scattering of T-shirts, and a few pairs of shorts. What would I have done without him? Shaking her head to dispel that thought, she zipped up the duffle.
“Don’t lift that bag. Leave heavy things for Daddy,” Osiris called from the master bedroom after hearing the zipper.
Stopping in the bathroom, Kenzie brushed her hair and used the toilet. Picking up the toothbrush and toothpaste Osiris had given her, she leaned into the master bedroom. “Umm, is it okay if I take a plastic bag from the kitchen to wrap my toothbrush in?”
“Of course, Baby girl.” Osiris walked toward her and pulled her close for a sweet kiss. “Take whatever you need from the bathroom—the brush, shampoo, etc. Is there anything that you’ll need for the next week? We might stay for a while.”
When she shook her head quickly, he asked, “Do you need any tampons? I didn’t grab the ones from your apartment because the bathroom smelled smoky.”
“I’ll be okay for a couple of weeks,” she answered, feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment. Inside, however, she celebrated how much Osiris wanted to take care of her. “My legs may get hairy without a razor,” she joked, changing the subject.
“Little girls don’t shave their legs. That’s too dangerous. I will take care of shaving you bare tomorrow. I can do your legs then, too, if you want.”
“Bare?” she echoed. Kenzie jumped as his hand cupped her mound and squeezed slightly. Instantly, she felt her underwear get wet. The thought of his intimate care turned her on.
“Bare. Go get a plastic bag. Grab one for me.”
Eager to do something for her Daddy, Kenzie almost skipped down the hall.
Chapter 10
The road trip with her Daddy had been so much fun. Osiris hadn’t been in any hurry. They’d taken several detours to fun places like the world’s largest twist-tie ball and an old-fashioned drive-in with the yummiest malts. He’d stretched the trip with the fun excursions as if Osiris had all the time in the world to spend with her.
Kenzie had loved sleeping cuddled against Osiris’ warmth last night—even if she had worn the bottom paci and no clothes. He had stroked her to another devastating orgasm as he held Kenzie close with her back pressed against his hard chest.
They had talked about everything—family, friends, jobs, likes and dislikes. Alone in the car with the radio turned down low, she had felt comfortable sharing and asking about almost everything. There was one more question burning a hole in her brain.
“We’re almost there, Baby girl. About an hour and a half left to go.”
She was running out of time. Kenzie turned in the seat to stare at him. Was she brave enough to ask?
“Osiris?”
“Yes?”
“Um, never mind.”
“Tell me what you’ve been worrying about, Little girl.”
“You know?”
“What’s on your mind?”
“Have you ever had a Little girl before?” she blurted.
“I’ve had one and a half,” he answered. “I’ve always known that I was wired differently from other guys my age. In high school, I thought I’d met the love of my life. We played with age play. Unfortunately, while she was submissive, being a Little girl wasn’t the niche that turned her on. I consider her my half Little.