Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“I still can’t believe you’re here. How are you doing so far?” Briana asks as we step up to a tether ball and start tossing it back and forth between us.
“Good,” I tell her. “Better than I expected. I didn’t know I had this side in me.”
She giggles. “I didn’t either when I first came. It grew on me.”
“Yeah.”
“Will you go back to the mainland?”
“I don’t know.” I’m being honest. A few days ago, I would have said yes for sure, but now…
“Your Daddy is watching you like a hawk. He’s in love.”
I don’t look. “I think he is too.”
“What about you?”
I draw in a deep breath. “I’m in love with him too. Is it enough?”
“Love is all that matters. The rest will fall into place.”
“But I have a job.”
“You could teach here, you know.”
I look at her. “Really?”
“Yep. Lots of Littles are working on either high school diplomas they never got when they were younger or college classes. You could tutor or even teach some classes.”
Now I glance at Daddy. “Elijah hasn’t mentioned that option. Maybe he doesn’t want me to teach. How does that work anyway? How do Littles do jobs on the island?”
“Well, it’s definitely different than on the mainland. You’d still be Little, but when Littles are working, they wear either a dress or pants over their diapers. It distinguishes them from non-working Littles while still making it clear they are also Little.”
“That’s complicated.”
Briana shrugs. “Not really. You get used to it, and then it seems normal. There are Littles who work at the restaurants, the daycare, the library, all over the place really. Not all of them, but some. A lot take classes at the daycare center.”
Her suggestion makes me think. I’m curious why Daddy hasn’t suggested it or even mentioned it. I’m worried he doesn’t want me to work. That would make me sad.
I don’t mention it while we’re at the park though. I don’t want to bring up a serious subject while we’re having the best day ever. I push the thought to the back of my mind as we get out of the small pool and make our way around the park to go on most of the slides and the lazy river.
By the time we leave the water park, I’m exhausted. I hug Briana, glad when our Daddies agree to set up a playdate soon.
I almost fall asleep on the short drive back to the house, and later when I wake up from my nap, I still don’t feel like asking Daddy about the possibility of working on the island.
I keep the idea to myself for days, letting it fester. I’m not brave enough to bring it up. I’m having too much fun with Daddy. I love it here, but I haven’t told him in so many words. I think he loves having me here because he’s always smiling and rarely looks away from me.
For the first time in my life, I spend endless days playing, relaxing, and laughing. I don’t make any decisions for myself other than which book I want to read, which puzzle I want to do, or which game I want to play.
I don’t have to know what time it is. I eat when Daddy feeds me, and I sleep when he puts me in my crib.
I’m living the dream life any Little would crave if this is their preferred kink, and I do my best to ignore my looming responsibilities and the fact that I probably need to return to the mainland at the end of the summer. I could stay a month, maybe six weeks, but at some point, I need to face reality.
Or I could create a new reality. The idea seeps in a little more day by day, but I don’t know what Daddy would think, and I’m afraid to ask him. I’m afraid to rock the blissful boat we’re riding on.
Chapter Twelve
Three weeks later…
“I want to have sex,” I declare one evening while Daddy is giving me a bath.
He pauses. I’ve caught him off guard. “Mmm. Do you know what I want?”
I tip my head back to look at him. For a moment, the only sound is the popping of the bubbles on top of the water. “What do you want, Daddy?” I ask tentatively.
He sets the washcloth aside and cups my chin, looking me in the eye. “I want you to stay forever.”
It’s shit-or-get-off-the-pot time. I would never say that out loud because Daddy would stand me in a corner for sure. Or maybe he would finally spank me. I’ve been thinking more about what that might feel like too.
I lick my lips. “Do you know what I want?” I say, repeating his words.
He smiles. “What do you want, Petra?”
“I want to teach.” I don’t pause for him to comment. I plow forward, letting all the words rush out in a speech I’ve thought about for weeks. “Briana told me some Littles work on the island. I’ve seen them doing so. And there are Littles who are studying who don’t have their degrees, or they’re taking college classes. I could teach them, or I could be a tutor. That would make me so happy, Daddy. Please could I do that? If I could teach here, I wouldn’t feel like I was giving up my life to move here. I would still be doing something that makes me feel fulfilled and worthwhile. And if you say yes, I’ll let you have something else you want.”