Page 3 of Accidentally Finding His Little

Even though the shower water covered my body, I found that I was soaked thanks to the excitement caused by my arousal. Even though I knew it wasn't proper, I wanted him to make him my Daddy and be his Little. Typically, people waited for a few dates before jumping in bed together, but Grant made me want to break the rules. As long as he was the one punishing me for it, I would break all the rules of proper Little behavior.

Hurrying through the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way down the hallway and into my room, never once having to worry about someone seeing me since I lived alone. Even though I wanted Grant, I knew there was the chance that he would make me wait, and I wanted to make sure I was prepared to wait for whatever sweet relief being with him would bring me. So, as soon as I was alone in my room, I closed the door and laid down on the bed, my wet body on the towel as I rubbed my sensitive clit.

All I needed was a bit of pleasure, and I could wait for whatever Grant had in store for me. Imagining what it would be like to be with him, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my fingers against the opening of my pussy. When I finally felt ready, I spread the opening a little more and stuck two fingers inside.

Even though I felt no different than a tampon, I took advantage of the pleasure I felt and started moving my fingers in and out, teasing myself in the way I knew I liked. I wanted to tease myself and prepare if things didn't go all the way with Grant. If he claimed me as his by the end of the night, I would be more than satisfied, but if he didn't, at least this would help with the frustration that was sure to follow.

I was just on the verge of climax when my phone started to ring, breaking my concentration. Losing the wave of pleasure that had threatened to consume me, I groaned in annoyance and picked up the phone to check the caller ID. It was an unknown number, and I felt a little curious as I hurried to answer it before it went to voicemail.

"Hello?" I asked as soon as I answered the phone, careful not to get any of my bodily fluids on the screen. A familiar masculine chuckle sounded from the other end.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" asked the familiar voice of Dr. Grant Jones. Immediately, I sat up in bed, trying to make myself sound normal as I wiped my hands on the towel.

"Grant?" I asked, wanting to make sure before I said anything else. He chuckled as he spoke.

"Expecting someone else?" he asked, sounding a little hurt. Immediately, I shook my head.

"No, of course not," I reassured him. "I didn't recognize the number, so I wanted to be sure." Seeming convinced by my frantic story, he continued.

"I just wanted to let you know that I just got off work and am on my way to pick you up for our date," he continued, seeming to forget all about our previously awkward conversation. "That is if you're still interested." Even though I knew he couldn't see me, I nodded in response.

"Of course," I agreed, eager to see him again. "Are you coming straight over? Or are you going to head home and get changed first?" He went silent for a moment, and I started to wonder if I had made a mistake.

"If you don't mind, I would love a chance to freshen up," he replied, sounding grateful for my consideration. "Things got a little hectic after you left." Knowing that it was only fair to let him have a chance to clean up and unwind after his shift, I looked over at the clock. Seeing that it was only five-thirty, I nodded.

"I don't mind at all," I told him. "If you want, I can text you my address, and you can pick me up as soon as you're ready." I heard a heavy sigh of relief and wondered if he had been holding his breath all this time.

"That would be amazing," he agreed, sounding relieved as he spoke. "It shouldn't take too long, depending on how far away you are. Send me the address, and I'll let you know when I'm on my way. From there, you can come out to meet me, or I can come to your door. It's up to you." Thinking for a moment, I took a look around at my apartment, trying to decide if it was a good idea.

My apartment was a mess. While I thought his offer to come up to the apartment was romantic, I didn't exactly want him coming up to the apartment and seeing the mess. So, after a while, I shook my head.

"I'll come down to meet you," I agreed. "That way, you can keep the car warm while I head down from the apartment." He sounded a bit suspicious, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Alright," he finally agreed. "I'll let you know when I get there. See you soon." With that, he disconnected the call, and I made my way to my closet to start getting ready.

CHAPTER FOUR

Grant

I was grateful for the chance to go home and freshen up, but the way she sounded on the phone had me wondering if she was up to something else. It felt like she didn't want to go out and was leading me on. However, she still said she wanted to go out, so I decided to take the chance. For all I knew, she was nervous about me seeing a messy apartment and didn't want me to think any less of her.

Not that I would have thought any less of her. In my opinion, a clean home was a good sign, but a super clean home was suspicious. I preferred when the house looked lived in rather than TV ready. Everyone thought I was crazy for it, but it was how I knew what kind of person they were. So, when I got home, I got in the shower and prepared for my date with Jessica.

Once I had showered and put on some fresh clothes, deciding to go with a natural appearance rather than the dressed-up version. After all, we had just gotten home from a long day at work, and I didn't expect her to be fully dressed up either. Instead, I just expected a nice quiet outing so that we could get to know each other better.

As soon as I arrived at the address, I found myself outside an interesting set of apartments near the college and couldn't help but wonder if the address she had given me was a dorm, not an apartment. After double-checking the address she had given me, I pulled up her number and called her. Jessica answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" she asked, and I smiled when I heard her melodic voice.

"Hey," I answered, relieved to hear her voice. "I'm right outside. Are you sure you don't want me to come up and escort you to the car?" She sounded rushed as she started moving around the apartment, and I heard a door open and close in a hurry.

"No need," she reassured me, sounding both excited and breathless as she spoke. "I'm on my way down. I'll be there in a moment." As soon as she disconnected the call, I saw the doors to the apartments open, and she stepped out into the dark parking lot.

She was dressed in a beautiful red sweater and dark jeans, and her unruly hair was tied back in a ponytail. She held her phone in her hand as she looked around the complex, and I couldn't help but smile as I pulled up next to the sidewalk next to the building. As soon as I put the car in park, I rolled down the window.

"Hey there," I called out with a gentle smile. "Can you tell me where I can find the birthday girl?" A smile spread across her face as she nodded her head in response.

"That would be me," she agreed, watching me closely. "I didn't know you worked for the taxi service." Playing along, I shrugged my shoulders at her as she climbed into the car.