Page 11 of Ace

His heart grew ten sizes in his chest when she used the still-unfamiliar honorific. He was a Daddy. He was someone’s Daddy. He was Lizzie’s Daddy. Sitting beside her on the bed, he took her hand and channeled his inner Daddy. “There are many things we could do, little one. This is Utopia after all.”

She licked her lips and he cleared his throat. “We will do whatever your heart desires, as long as you are a good girl and obey your Daddy. Which brings us to our first order of business. Before we do anything else, we have some things to discuss.”

Lizzie

Things to discuss. Right. Important things. She was sure they were important but it was hard to focus with Ace sitting beside her looking like that. Looking at her like that.

“We need to talk about expectations. What do you want out of today?”

Your cock.

It was the first thing that popped into her head. She wasn’t feeling Little in the moment and if Ace kept looking at her the way he was, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get into the Little headspace she wanted to be in.

Ace was staring at her like he was waiting for something and she remembered he’d asked her a question. One she couldn’t answer.

“I… uh…” She shrugged. “I’ve never been here before. Never done this before. I feel… a little crazed to be honest. Like it’s one day and that thought makes me go into a frenzy because I feel like I have one day to do and experience everything I’ve ever wanted to.”

He took her hand in his and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the top of hers. “Don’t worry about a time limit. Today is just one day. There are always others.”

You don’t know that. She was not about to say it out loud but the thought was there. He could say not to worry, but the truth was they had no idea how the day would go. Anything could happen. Neither of them had a clue what they were doing. Well, she didn’t anyway. Ace currently looked and acted like he’d been a Daddy his whole life instead of a few hours.

“What do you want most out of today?” He repeated the question.

He was trying to be kind; making sure she got what she needed and wanted, but she had no idea what that was. She had things she pictured in her mind, but she worried that she would feel stupid or self-conscious. She opened her mouth to try to answer or at least to explain why she couldn’t answer but only a strangled whimper came out.

Ace smiled and took her chin in his hand. “Do you want Daddy to take control?”

So badly. “Yes, please,” she whispered breathlessly.

“I can do that, but I need to know your limits. Is there anything you don’t want to do?”

There wasn’t. She felt like there should be, like she should set boundaries regarding physical intimacy and sex but she didn’t want to. She wanted whatever Ace—her Daddy—wanted to give. Just in case today was a one-time thing, she didn’t want to leave anything on the table. She shook her head shamelessly.

Ace stood, still cupping her chin, and brushed one callused finger over her lips. “Give me consent, little girl. Tell your Daddy you want him to be in charge.”

Whoosh. Her panties flooded. She should have brought an extra pair knowing the effect Daddy Ace had on her.

Her head jerked up and down in shaky little nods. “You have it. I want that.”

“Okay good.” His swift, decisive nod was the opposite of her nervous jerky ones. “One more question. How Little are you? How Little is your Little? Or what’s the Littlest you are willing to go?”

Understanding exactly what he was asking, her head jerked to stare at the changing table on the other side of the room. She gulped hard and looked back at Ace. “Probably not that Little. At least not today. I’m not saying never… just not today.”

“Daddy understands, little one. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” He looked at her hard and pursed his lips, appearing to be thinking. “Your Little is four today.”

Four. No bottles, diapers or baby talk. A modicum of independence. She could do that. The knot in her chest that had appeared when he asked the question faded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I love it when you call me that. It sounds so sexy coming from your sweet little mouth. Which brings us to our first rule. You must only call me Daddy. Not Ace. If you forget, I’ll have to pull up your skirt and spank your bottom.”

Oh. My. God. Somebody pinch me. Everything I’ve ever fantasized about is coming out of Ace’s mouth. Daddy’s mouth, she reminded herself.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now, little one. I think we’ll go get lunch and maybe some ice cream. Do you need to go potty before we go?”

She balked inwardly at the question before remembering she was supposed to be four. She didn’t feel four yet, but maybe he knew that and was being extra doting to help her get there.

“Yes, Daddy.” Those two words felt like the only thing she was saying but what else could she say? At least she knew it would keep her out of trouble.