Page 143 of Daddy's Trust
Although, now that she had that thought in her head, it was going to be hard to erase it.
Maybe a pacifier would be a better idea.
“We didn’t actually discuss the age of your Little,” he said.
She hadn’t really thought about it too much. But she didn’t think she regressed young enough to need a pacifier.
“We can discuss that later or we can just see how things go if you’re not sure yourself.”
She nodded.
“I owe you an apology.”
Addie frowned slightly and gave him a surprised look. What could he possibly owe her an apology for? She’d been the one in the wrong this morning. He’d just been lying there, and she’d grabbed hold of his cock. Part of her wished that she’d been more awake, so she could remember all of it.
“I fell asleep in your bed. I didn’t mean to, and I think at some time in the night, I must have taken off my jeans and crawled into bed. Probably thought I was in my bed or something. I don’t even remember doing it. So really, it’s my fault that this morning happened. If anyone should feel violated, perhaps it’s you for waking up with a man in your bed.”
She shook her head.
“No?” he said. “That’s good. Then how about we start this morning again? Would you like to spend some time in Little headspace today? We will have to hang out in here, as I’m guessing you wouldn’t be comfortable out in the common areas?”
Eyes wide, she shook her head frantically.
“No, that’s what I thought. That’s okay. We can have some fun in here. I actually have a few gifts for you.”
Gifts for her? She wondered what they could be.
“How about you get showered and dressed while I get some breakfast together, and then I’ll show you what I have. Do you need some more painkillers for your stomach?”
Oh, heck. She had forgotten all about her period. She really needed to go clean up.
She nodded.
“All right. You’re feeling better?” he asked.
She opened her mouth and he gave her a stern look. Drat. But she was beginning to get a sore neck from all the nodding and shaking. All she wanted was to be able to speak normally.
Another nod.
Cash set her down on the bed and undid the blanket so her hands were free. Then he handed the tablet to her.
“I’ve got some painkillers in here. Thank you, though.”
“Show me,” he ordered.
Geez, he was bossy, but she found the small bottle of pills on her bedside table and handed them to him. He looked them over, reading the instructions.
“This says to take them with food,” he informed her. “So you will need to take them with breakfast.”
She’d never really bothered with that in the past, although perhaps if she had, she would have had less stomachaches.
“Get showered and dressed. I’ll meet you out in the kitchen soon. Are you all right getting showered by yourself?”
No.
Yes.
Darn it. Part of her could imagine how good it would feel to have him wash her, but the other part of her knew she wasn’t ready for that yet.
