that time, I suspect she’s going to have questions.”
“My suggestion would be to call Roman. Lucy is always willing to help out any way she can. She really enjoys helping other littles either find themselves or at least understand the dynamics of age play.”
It’s a good suggestion. “Thanks. You’re right. I’ll call Roman.”
“Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. I know you have years of age play experience, so I’m sure you’re handling things as carefully as possible.”
“I am. I’ll call in a few days when I know more. Hopefully, my team will be able to infiltrate this trafficking ring and nail all involved parties to the wall. I’m not letting Britney leave this house until I’m certain about her safety.”
“Thanks for doing this, Davis. When Cindy told me what happened Thursday, I was relieved to hear that you were there and you stepped up to the plate. Not just any man would do that. And now your agency is involved and the situation has turned out to be far more dire than anyone could have imagined. Britney is lucky to have you in her court.”
“I’m just glad I was in the right place at the right time. Perhaps it’s divine intervention. She’s…precious.” I let that last word slide off my tongue with more emotion than I intended to share.
“Then I wish you the best, and I’m happy for you. I’m sure she’s worried about her job, and you can reassure her that Cindy will hold it for as long as it takes.”
“Thank you. She’ll be relieved to hear that. It’s just not safe for anyone for her to return.”
Chapter 16
Master Davis
I hate leaving Britney alone on Sunday, but it can’t be helped. I have to work. She doesn’t even realize that every moment of my time will be devoted to her case, and I don’t want her to know more details than she already does. She has enough to worry about without adding the level of my involvement. I just have to hope when the chips fall, she can forgive me for going undercover to solve this crime.
It took every ounce of strength in me to send her to bed last night without joining her. She’s too much of a temptation, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I take her virginity without her knowing the entire picture and agreeing to my terms.
I can’t guarantee in the end that either of those things will happen, so I need to keep my dick in my pants, which means I also need to tread carefully with regard to how much time I spend in the presence of her naked body.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. Perfection. Every time I look at her, my breath catches, and with each passing day, she’s taking on more and more characteristics of a little. She doesn’t even know it. I absolutely have to sit her down and explain age play to her. I need to do it tonight. I can’t in good conscience let this continue much longer without providing her with all the information. After I explain things, then she can spend some time researching and thinking. I need her to explore this kink with open eyes if she wants to continue dabbling.
My greatest fear is that she needs to experience this lifestyle temporarily to fill a hole left from a rotten childhood. It’s not uncommon. And if that’s the case, she won’t necessarily crave the age play forever. She might outgrow it.
I, on the other hand, will not. So, I can’t enter into a deeper relationship with her or bring her into my bed until she’s had a chance to examine her needs and wants. She’s also going to need time. Enough of it that she can be certain she wants to continue being little. Enough that she doesn’t wake up one day and realize it was a phase and she’s over it.
As I return home Sunday night, I park and take a moment to close my eyes and draw in a deep breath. I’m filled with dread. It scares me to death that this perfect woman might not be mine forever. I can’t force her. It’s her choice. Accepting a permanent Daddy and entering into a full-time relationship as a little is no small thing.
She’s toying now. Playing. She doesn’t even know it.
And it’s killing me slowly as I watch her evolve and learn and take on new aspects of the lifestyle. Am I doing