Daddy's Watching, page 5
“Piper?” Elaine answered as her brain put the pieces together.
“Come sit down and swing.” Fane guided her to the plain flat seat suspended by smooth ropes looped over a massive, nearly horizontal branch of the massive oak.
Her mind busy, she complied with his guidance and soon glided back and forth in the fresh air. Enchanted, Elaine tried to memorize this place. The magical setting calmed her soul and settled her mind as if the breeze whisked away her errant thoughts and worries. Fane stood behind her, gently pushing the swing. She couldn’t see him, but could sense his presence. With a start, she realized that having him near made her happy.
“Fane?”
“Yes, Laney.”
“No one’s ever called me that. I’ve always been Elaine.”
“Then I’m the first. That makes me happy. Do you like the name Laney?”
“I do. It’s fun. It sounds Little.”
“I think it matches you well.”
She nodded and swung back and forth in silence a few times. The next trip backward, Elaine turned again to meet his gaze as she went by. Forcing herself to be brave, she asked, “You said you knew I was yours for a while. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You weren’t ready. And to be honest, I wasn’t either. Now, I’m able to support your career and your heart.”
“I don’t think I can be your Little girl at work. That would have to be completely separate to keep people from knowing and losing respect for me,” Elaine blurted.
“Being Little isn’t something you play at during your time off. Nor is being a Daddy. I promise I will honor the position that you have worked hard to earn. You are the expert in business and Edgewater’s path forward.”
“Great! You won’t tell me what to do at work,” she said happily, swinging her feet to go faster.
Then it dawned on her. “Wait! You’re already telling what to do at work!” She lowered her feet to scuff the earth below her to slow down.
“I’m making sure you take care of yourself. I’m not telling you how to do your job. There’s an enormous difference,” Fane pointed out.
It took several swings back and forth to come to an eventual stop. It wasn’t like she could jump out of the seat like she was flying while wearing a straight skirt. By the time she could stand, Elaine had digested his words.
“There is a difference. But, there also could be a conflict when the two collide—when my work obligations crash into your efforts to take care of me,” she pointed out.
“Then we talk.”
“Is it that easy?”
“It is. Ready to head back?” Fane asked, holding out his hand for hers.
Slipping her fingers between his, she smiled before answering, “Yes.”
Halfway back, she abruptly yanked Fane to a stop and turned to face him. A few other employees walked along the paths they were on now. They simply streamed around them.
Grinning with satisfaction, Elaine announced, “I know the name of the company.”
“I knew you’d come up with the information you needed. Let’s go find it!” Fane squeezed her hand as he stared at her mouth.
Elaine knew he wished to kiss her but was restraining himself. Bouncing forward, she lifted onto her toes and gave him a kiss. This relationship was either the best thing ever or the worst. As his arms wrapped around her, she decided to treasure the memories they made together for as long as her Daddy would put up with her.
That afternoon, she typed the last words of her report. Sending the entire document to Easton in advance, she pushed back her chair. Silently celebrating, Elaine shot her arms into the air.
Fane called from the doorway, “Looks like you’re ready. Come on, the wind is perfect and it’s after five. Work’s over. It’s time to play.”
He moved slightly away to show her a massive kite in his hands. “Want to go fly Ollie?”
“Is that an octopus?” she asked, incredulous of the streamers flowing over his arms in a riot of colors.
“Of course! What else could Ollie be? A giraffe?” he joked.
Laughing at his assumption that an octopus made a much more appropriate kite than a giraffe could, Elaine jumped to her feet. “I think we deserve a bit of time off while Easton reviews the report. I’ll warn you, I don’t think I’ve ever flown a kite before.”
“Then it’s high time you did. You need to change into play clothes. Jeans and sneakers are required for this activity,” he commented, looking over her professional pencil skirt, blouse, and high heels.
“Let me turn off my computer,” Elaine said, whirling around to hit the power button on her computer.
A few minutes later, they rushed into the elevator with the large kite cradled in their arms to avoid it dragging on the floor. Fane carried the heavy spool of string.
“We won’t need that much line, will we?” Elaine asked, staring at the neatly wound spindle.
“It depends on the wind. Ollie is made to soar way over the campus area. Everyone should be able to see it.”
“You’ve never flown it before?” she asked, studying his face.
“A quick test flight to make sure I had the line attached correctly. I only put it up about ten feet into the air. The tentacles were dragging on the ground when it dipped and soared. Ollie’s had a taste of flying and is eager to coast above us.”
“I can’t wait to see it,” Elaine marveled, stretching one tentacle out as far as her arm would reach. She tried to maintain her professional demeanor but bounced up and down eagerly on her toes.
They dashed across the green space between the A and B Towers. In the lobby, Knox looked up from his computer to greet them.
“Hey, you two. Guess you survived yoga,” he joked with a rare smile.
“I did. We’re waiting for Easton to review the quarterly report so…” Elaine’s voice drifted off as she lifted the colorful material in her hands.
“That looks like fun,” he commented. “Elaine, do you want me to add Fane to your list of approved visitors?”
As her face heated, Elaine nodded. “Please, Knox.”
“Got it. Fane, press your hand to the sensor when you get to the elevator. I’ll update your clearance to add Elaine’s floor to your current ability to access the gym level.”
“Thank you, Knox.” Fane steered Elaine to the elevator and, in a flurry of nylon, freed one hand to press against the panel. Immediately, elevator doors opened to welcome them.
Elaine noted Fane’s nod of appreciation to Knox as they stepped inside. “Do you think he knows?”
“Knox is aware of everything. You don’t have to worry about him revealing any secrets. The information in his brain is locked down as tight as… well, Fort Knox.”
“He’s a Daddy too, isn’t he?”
“He is,” Fane confirmed. “He knows who his Little is as well.”
“Who is it?”
“That’s Knox’s business, Laney. You’ll know some day. Come on, lead me to your apartment. Ollie’s getting impatient,” Fane shared, playacting that the kite was getting restless in his arms.
“I’m in 621. It’s this way.”
Elaine led him down one hallway and to the left. Many of the apartments they passed had decorated doors, making it festive as they passed. When she stopped in front of hers, Elaine apologized for the lack of adornments.
“Mine is the plain door. I never have time to keep switching everything around. I tried at first but didn’t get the winter decorations down until May.”
“I’ll have to confess my door doesn’t showcase a seasonal display either. I’m sure your neighbors don’t mind. Some people enjoy putting things up for fun,” he assured her.
“Come on in. It will just take me a minute to change.”
Opening the door, Elaine stepped in first to make sure the apartment was in the neat order that she always maintained it. Nodding when she found it acceptable, she turned to Fane and asked, “Shall we put Ollie on the couch to rest before we take him out?”
“Good idea.”
After settling the streaming bits across the seat cushions, Elaine said, “My apartment is pretty small. You can see most of it. The kitchen is on the left and my bedroom and bathroom are through that doorway.”
“It’s a perfect size for one Little girl. Let’s get you changed.” Fane held out a hand for hers.
“You’re going to help me?” she squeaked, instantly squeezing her legs together.
“No, Laney. You’re going to help me,” he corrected. “Daddies always dress their Littles. Go choose your favorite jeans and a T-shirt from your closet.”
Glad to have a task to focus on, Elaine rushed into her bedroom and into the closet. She pulled two garments from the tidy arrangement of hangers and darted back into her room. There she found Fane standing at the bottom of her bed. Tracing his gaze back to her pillows, she knew he saw the two stuffies lying on the bed—one blue bunny and one gray bug with antennae.
“I wondered where he went. I didn’t see you leave with him.”
“Blueberry was lonely in my desk, so I brought him home to play with Ballsy,” she explained.
“Ballsy is a…”
“Roly poly, or if you prefer, a pill bug, Armadillidium vulgarare.” She pronounced the Latin phrase with the ease of someone who memorized that pronunciation years ago.
“Ballsy. The perfect name because he rolls up in a ball.” Fane smiled at her. “Are the two playing nicely together?”
“They are best friends,” she assured him.
“What do they talk about?” he asked as he turned her around to face him. Fane began to unfasten the pearl-toned buttons as she answered.
“Um, they talk about me and other fun stuff,” Elaine faltered as he undressed her. “I can do that.”
“Daddy’s job.”
“This is hard,” she whispered as her shirt sagged away from her body.
“You are a beautiful Little girl, Laney,” he assured her as he gently pulled her shirt from her waistband before sliding her top from her shoulders and off her arms.
After draping it over her bed, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m attracted to your shapely adult body as much as I treasure the Little inside you. Okay to continue?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. Her mind drifted automatically into Little space as his hands touched her body.
“Good girl,” he praised. Fane guided her to turn away from him and he efficiently unfastened her slim skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. Scooping her up in his arms, Fane sat her on the bed to remove her high heels.
When Elaine wrapped her arms around her torso, shielding her body from his view, Fane firmly pressed her arms to her sides. “No hiding from Daddy.”
“No hiding from Daddy,” Laney repeated as she tucked her fingertips under her thighs to keep herself from repeating the action.
“That’s my sweet Little girl.”
Fane rewarded her with a warm kiss that sent shockwaves through her body. He’s the best kisser ever! Laney responded to him eagerly, wishing his kisses would never end.
When he stroked down her side to cup her hip, Laney pulled back slightly to meet his gaze. The heat reflected in his eyes fueled the arousal that had already been building inside her since they entered her apartment. She knew he wanted her as much as she was drawn to him.
“Are your panties wet, Laney? We’ll need to change them before we put on your jeans if they are.”
She shook her head vigorously to deny this possibility.
“Spread your legs so I can check,” he directed, gliding his fingers over the material stretched around her in a feather-light touch that made her inner thighs clench automatically. He waited patiently for her to follow his directions.
Slowly, Laney eased her thighs apart. She held her breath as his fingers traced the seam between her lower lips to her core. Those tantalizing fingers brushed back and forth across the gusset of her panties. Watching that intimate caress that sent shivers through her body, she glanced up at his face to find him watching her.
“I think we need to change these panties as well.”
She could only nod her agreement. Laney couldn’t argue with the proof of her desire soaking the soft material.
“Lie back, Little girl,” Fane instructed, helping support her back as she settled against the mattress.
“Lift your hips.” His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and drew them downward.
Automatically, she pressed down with her heels, raising her bottom from the comforter. Laney lowered herself down as she felt the material reach her mid-thigh. She closed her eyes as he drew them to her ankles before sliding them off. Immediately, she drew her legs together.
His hands pressed her thighs apart. Opening her eyes, Laney looked at him in surprise. She bit her bottom lip as his fingers traced the seam of her pussy. When he lifted them from her body, she could see her juices shining on his skin. Slowly, he removed his black glasses to set them to the side.
“Daddy needs to make sure his Little is okay,” Fane shared before asking softly, “Have you been tested lately?”
When she quickly nodded, he whispered, “Me, too. I wanted to make sure I kept you safe and healthy. I had the health center run a test the week before I started working for you.”
“Me, too,” Laney answered in a barely audible tone. “I mean it’s been a long time… since I was… with anyone. I did get tested afterward.”
Laney watched Fane press a warm kiss to her inner thigh. She curled her fingers into the soft comforter below her as he lowered his head between her legs. His warm breath on her most intimate space made her close her eyes once again. Needing to hide and wanting to block everything out except for his touch, Laney held her breath as she heard him inhale.
“Mmm, Little girl,” he murmured, lowering his head to taste her.
Squirming at the first touch of his tongue, Laney felt his hands span her inner thighs to pin her in place. She froze, trying not to strain up toward his mouth in her eagerness. Thankfully, he didn’t make her wait long. Savoring her flavor with obvious enjoyment, her Daddy explored her pink folds, repeating his caresses to sensitive spots as she responded to him.
He lifted one hand from her thigh to explore her body. After tracing a fingertip around her soaked opening to circle that small bud hidden above, Fane pushed her arousal higher by sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking lightly. Laney moaned in delight as two fingers slid into her, stretching her tight passage slightly.
His caresses continued to build her arousal. She could feel her orgasm building until it shimmered just outside of her grasp. When his mouth lifted from her body, Laney automatically protested, “No!” before stuffing her hands into her mouth in embarrassment.
“Let Daddy hear your sweet sounds, Laney,” he requested before lowering his mouth to nibble at her gently.
That was the last bit she needed. Her body exploded into an avalanche of excitement at the hint of pain, clamping around his inserted fingers. She screamed her pleasure into the room, shuddering underneath him as he stroked her, prolonging the sensations that echoed through her. Laney melted onto the bed when he lifted his head again and eased his fingers away.
Fane rose from his position of kneeling between her legs to lie next to her on the bed. Gathering her in his arms, he held her close while he rocked her softly. “That’s my good girl. Thank you for trusting your Daddy to make you feel good.”
She nestled into his shoulder, enjoying their intimacy. Not knowing what to say, Laney chose to let her Daddy guide her in this uncharted territory. After a few minutes, he kissed her forehead, drawing her from her thoughts.
“Go potty, Laney. Daddy will follow you in a couple of minutes to help you get cleaned up for fresh clothes.”
Curling away from him reluctantly, Laney stood. Feeling embarrassed by wearing her bra and nothing else, she scurried to the bathroom and peed quickly. As she flushed the toilet, he appeared in the doorway.
“Washcloth?” he asked.
Laney pointed to the cabinet under the sink. He opened the door to select a fluffy scrap of cloth. Turning on the warm water, Fane waved her over in front of him as he set it down on the vanity.
“Come wash your hands, Laney. Daddy will help you.” As she moved to stand between him and the sink, Fane pressed a kiss to her neck.
Reaching forward to wet her hands, she paused as he squirted some fragrant soap into his hand. Fane rubbed his larger hands over hers, sudsing the lather over her skin. “Sing the ABC song, Laney. Then we’ll know when the germs are all gone.”
His warm baritone filled the small space. “A, B, C, D, E, F…”
She jumped in to join him in her soft alto at the letter G and together they finished the song. Laney allowed him to guide her hands into the stream of warm water and giggled as the bubbles disappeared down the drain.
“Go dry your hands, cutie,” he instructed with another kiss that made her giggle more.
As she turned toward the towel rack, Laney watched him dunk the washcloth into the warm water. She put together his words. He’s going to wash me next!
“I can do it,” she assured him as he approached with the damp cloth.
“Daddy’s job,” he corrected. Without a smidgen of a hesitation, Fane quickly wiped between her legs. He cleaned the tops of her inner thighs as well before pulling the towel from the rack to dry her skin.
“One last place to rinse,” he told her with a wink as he turned to the sink to splash water over his lower face before drying it with the towel.
His low laugh reassured her when she felt her face flame with embarrassment. “I’d rather leave your scent on me.”
“Daddy!” she protested.
“Come on, Laney. Ollie has waited patiently for us to get you changed. Let’s go.” He ushered her back into the bedroom and, without a fuss, helped her into her clothing and shoes.
When she was ready, he piled some of Ollie’s tentacles into her hands and ushered her to the door. “Let’s go fly a kite.”
In just a few minutes, they were choosing the best green space to set Ollie free. “There’s a tree over there. I don’t want to hurt Ollie. How about here?”
