Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Gabriel takes a key out of his pocket to unlock it.
I’m nervous. Beyond nervous. I can’t help but release some of the tension with a giggle. “Red room of pain?”
He chuckles. Before opening the door, he turns to me and smiles. “The only pain you’ll be experiencing under my care will be on your naughty bottom when you misbehave. My BDSM practices only extend to all things Daddy Dom.” Finally he opens the door.
I don’t know what I expected exactly, but not this. I wander into a fully outfitted nursery. For an adult. The blood drains from my head, making me dizzy as I scan the space. It’s all done in soft pastel colors with white furniture. Everything a person would find in a nursery, but in adult size.
Crib, changing table, rocking chair, dresser, toy box, shelves, a small table and chairs, and a beanbag. The shelves and toy box are overflowing with dolls, stuffies, and everything an adult Little could want. A very young adult Little.
“Breathe, Baby.” Gabriel sets his hands on my shoulders from behind. His voice is softer than usual, and he’s never called me Baby.
I lean against his chest because it’s either that or slide to the floor. My knees are barely holding me up.
Gabriel slides his arms around me, supporting me. His lips come to my ear like they had in the living room. “Take a breath, Baby girl,” he repeats.
I’m not sure I can. I’m too stunned. Finally I manage to draw in a long breath. “I can’t believe you did this,” I murmur.
“Little girls need a special space to call their own.”
“This is for a Baby girl,” I point out. I know Josie plays this young, but I’ve never considered it for myself.
Liar.
Okay, I’ve never let myself ponder it for long, nor have I experimented at a younger age than about five.
“I don’t know if Josie has a room like this here on the mainland, but I’m certain she does on Regression Island. All Little girls on the island have a nursery,” he tells me.
I know this. I’m aware that Littles who live on the island or visit it do so as infants. Nevertheless I’m not sure how I feel about playing at such a young age.
“Have you ever considered it, Zia?” Gabriel asks me, still holding my back against his front. His breath tingles against my ear and makes me tremble.
“Only so far as to wonder what sort of man would want to take on this level of responsibility,” I admit.
“Mmm. I guess I’m that sort of man, Baby girl.”
I shudder. I’m not sure how I feel about him calling me Baby instead of Little.
“I’m a Daddy through and through, Zia. I’ve known it for half my life. Nothing would bring me more pleasure than to take care of a Little girl in every imaginable way. Not just any Little girl. I’ve known for a while I want that Little girl to be you, Zia.”
My breath hitches. “It’s overwhelming,” I admit.
“Don’t let it stress you, Baby. You already know you’re Little. I suspect you’ll find a younger age even more liberating.”
“Like bottles and diapers,” I whisper.
“Yes. Playing at a younger age helps a lot of Littles slide into a deeper age-place space. A place where they have no responsibilities, where their only job is to relax and let their Daddy take care of them.”
“That does sound nice when you put it that way, but it would be embarrassing to use a diaper,” I murmur.
“Regressing to an infant stage requires a deeper submission than an older age, and yes, it includes letting Daddy take care of all of your needs, feeding and changing you. You’d get used to being changed.”
“But why would you want to?”
“Because I’m a strong Dom who craves being trusted with the care of a deeply submissive Little girl.” He eases his arms from around me, keeping a hand on my lower back. “You okay to stand on your own, Baby?”
I nod. Of course I am. Aren’t I?
He hesitates as though not sure he trusts me before stepping toward a door on one side of the room. I realize there is a closed door on both sides of the room.
When he opens the first one, I gasp again. It’s a closet filled with clothes.
Like a magnet, I’m drawn closer. All of the clothes are for an adult Little. They seem to range in age from younger to older. “Did you have a Little before who used this room?” I ask, jealousy flaring from out of nowhere.
“No, Zia. You’re the only Little I’ve brought into my home. I started this room years ago, but most of it I finished up since I met you.”
That’s mindboggling. I can’t wrap my head around it. “But, I can’t be your Little girl, Gabriel.” Maybe coming here was a terrible idea. “I can’t commit to being Little more than at the club.”