Page 4 of Willa’s Weddings

The urge to go after that fucker was strong but I couldn’t bring myself to leave Willa alone. She was fierce as hell when she was on her game, but when her walls came down, they came all the way down. And I couldn’t trust anyone else to take care of her the way I would.

“I don’t feel good.” Her eyes drifted shut and a lock of her hair kept falling into her face. “I’m gonna go.” She slid off her stool and took a wobbly step toward the door.

“I’m parked on the street.” I left some cash on the counter and slid my arm around her back, securely holding her against my side. “Do you need to go potty first?”

She giggled, and for a moment I saw the little in her trying to break free. “Yes, but no.”

“Willa?” I stopped just before we got to the door. “Do you need to go?”

She shook her head and kept walking. “Not here. I can hold it.”

“If you’re sure.” Normally, I would have made her go before we left, but she lived close by, and since I couldn’t exactly go into the women’s room with her to help if she needed me, it was almost a relief that Willa was willing to hold it. “You’ll be home in a few minutes.”

3

WILLA

I was only half-roofied, apparently, but it felt a lot like the flu. My head was foggy and my eyelids didn’t work right. They didn’t want to open up and stay open.

Strong hands were under my armpits and lifting me up, dragging me out of a dream that made zero sense. Using my fingers to pry open my eyes, I focused on the face in front of me.

“Troy?” When was the last time I called him that? I usually spent time with him when we were playing, and I was Little. In those scenes, he was always Daddy Troy. Kylie was good at sharing her Daddy. Way better than I would ever be. If I had a Daddy, he’d be mine and mine only. “Didn’t I see you earlier? You stalking me or something?”

He chuckled and got me to my feet. “You’re home now. Can you walk?”

I slumped sideways against him, mostly because gravity was extra strong there but also because Troy smelled so good. The soap he used had a fresh forest scent that always made me think of him whenever I got a whiff of it on a man. “If I have to.”

Troy’s hands were enormous and careful as he guided me by my hips so I didn’t tumble straight onto the sidewalk. Once we were at my door, he held me against him. “Is it still 5441?”

He remembered the code to my front door. Something about that made me feel special. Like he cared enough to remember. “Mm.”

“Okay, don’t fall over.”

I blinked hard, trying to bring his face into focus as the porch light buzzed above me. “Lemme go.”

“Just hold tight, wild thing. I forgot to hit the hashtag first.”

“I’m hot!” As soon as I was out of his grip, I grabbed the skirt of my dress and pulled it up over my head. It wasn’t a heavy fabric but it was too heavy. “Get it off.”

“Fuck, Wills.” Troy pushed the door open and yanked me in behind him. “Your neighbors are gonna call the police.”

“Let them.” I dropped my dress on the ground and tried to get my bra unclasped. My fingers weren’t working right so I turned my back to him. “Help please.”

He sighed and released the clasp so my dumb bra could fall to the ground too.

“Thanks, Daddy Troy.” I slid my panties off too and left them on the stairs as I made my way to bed. “I’m so sleepy.”

“Potty first, Willa.” He was right behind me with my discarded clothes in his arms. “Then bed.”

“Why are you so big?” I rested my face on his round bicep. He could probably lift a car if he wanted to.

Troy chuckled and curled his fingers behind my neck. “Why are you so small?”

I glanced in a mirror as we passed it and cringed at the reflection staring back at me. My lipstick was smeared, my mascara was long gone, and I was totally naked. “Am I being a bad girl?” My tongue felt like a plushy in my mouth so I wasn’t sure if he even heard my whispered question.

His eyes met mine in the reflection, then he pulled me closer to his side. “No, sweet girl. You’re a good girl. You were drugged by some creep but you’re safe now. I’ll stay downstairs to make sure you’re okay tonight.”

My grasp on being big was slipping and the regression that came so easily when Troy was around started to take over. Maybe I was taking advantage of his kindness but I didn’t care. I was allowed to be selfish sometimes. And this was a fantasy come true.