Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Tate pulls out a chair. I’m half aware, but my gaze is still on the spot where I last saw Layla and Theo.
“Do you need to go potty, too, Sophia?”
I jerk my gaze to his. “No, Sir.” What if I did? Would he take me like Theo did? My face heats a million degrees at the thought.
Tate sets a hand on the small of my back and ushers me to the chair. He even lifts me up and sets me on my bottom as if I couldn’t have done so myself. A very Daddy move.
He sits next to me and cups my chin to turn my head his direction. “I like you, Sophia. A lot. I have for a while. And I hope you feel the same way about me. I’m going to assume you do, or you wouldn’t have agreed to meet me like this and gotten all dressed up for me.” He gives me another one of his warm smiles.
I nod against his palm.
“Good. That said, I will not rush you in any way. Layla has settled into a very regressed lifestyle with Theo. I doubt if she pees without his help, but you and I don’t have that kind of relationship yet, so if you need to go potty, just ask. I won’t assist you.”
I bite my bottom lip, absorbing everything he’s just said and the precise words he chose. The keywords were yet and ask. I have to assume he’d like to have that sort of relationship with me or whoever his Little is. And he has asserted his dominance by telling me to ask if I need to go potty. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” He releases my chin to stroke my pigtail.
My tummy does flip flops. He called me good girl. I’ve heard those words before sometimes when a Dom is spanking me, but they never meant anything until they came from Tate.
Theo and Layla return, and this is when I notice the booster seat on one of the chairs. Theo lifts Layla up onto it and proceeds to fasten her in with nylon straps that come up between her thighs and around her waist.
I’m mesmerized and not breathing. I’ve been aware that Layla plays at a younger age. She’s told me so herself. But knowing and seeing are very different things.
I’ve never considered the possibility of living this sort of lifestyle. In my head, my age play has always been confined to scenes at the club. Not something real and tangible I might do outside of pretend. Layla does, though. And I know Amelia lives even younger on the island. All Littles on the island are fully regressed.
When I read books about fully regressed Littles, I get turned on, but lots of things I read turn me on. That doesn’t mean I would do most of those things. I’m never going to have sex with three shapeshifters or a giant blue alien who kidnaps me and brings me to his UFO. I’ve always lumped age play in with that.
Until now.
It’s a struggle to sit still while Theo buckles Layla at the waist, and my breath hitches when he guides her wrist down to her hip and cuffs her hand down so she can’t lift it. I feel faint while he does the other one, and I’m not breathing at all as he snaps a tray onto the booster seat.
Layla squirms, but it’s obvious this is their norm. She is completely restrained with her hands trapped under the tray. He’s going to feed her.
I flinch when Tate’s hand lands between my shoulder blades. “You okay, Little one?”
I suck in a breath and try to shake myself out of my shocked stupor. “Yes, Sir.”
“Can I fill a plate for you?” Tate asks.
I tip my head back to look at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Is there anything you don’t like, Sophia?”
I turn my attention to the table and scan the foods. There’s enough food here for ten people. It’s all appetizers. The only thing I see that I don’t like is asparagus wrapped in bacon. “I don’t really like asparagus,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks heat further. I wouldn’t ordinarily say anything in front of the person who prepared my meal. I would probably even choke it down without a word, but Tate asked.
He smiles. “No asparagus for you, then.” He puts one of everything else on my plate. It’s far too much food. I’m not sure I can even chew and swallow, let alone eat a mound of food.
“That’s a lot, Sir,” I mutter as he sets the plate in front of me.
“Eat what you want, Little one. I’ll finish it off for you.” He winks at me before he fills his own plate.
Theo only fills one plate. He piles it high. He glances at me next. “I forgot to get drinks. What would you like, Sophia?” He sets his plate down and stands.