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BECOMING LITTLE LEXIE:
A DADDY DOM ROMANCE
CHAPTER1
As Alexa attemptedto sit up in bed, all the muscles in her body protested and a piercing pain shot through her chest, reminding her of her broken rib. She gasped and closed her eyes until the agony faded, cursing her injuries. Footsteps approached from down the hall, and she knew it was William bringing her lunch. The kindness flickering in his eyes when he paused in the doorway made her want to cry. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, not wanting him to think she didn’t appreciate all he’d done for her since the car accident a week ago.
“There’s my beautiful girl.”
The appetizing aroma of tortilla soup entered the room with William. Her stomach rumbled as if on cue, but she ignored her hunger and gazed at him, marveling at how untiringly nurturing he’d been to her. Though appreciative that he was taking such good care of her, the warmth and longing his constant care aroused deep down struck her with worry. Desires she’d never expected to experience battled to surface, and she kept pushing them down in hopes that they would fade away. But every time William walked through their bedroom door with that handsome smile of his, she felt like a little girl inside, a little girl who longed for her daddy’s loving reassurance that everything was going to be okay.
William placed the tray of food on the nightstand, sank down next to her, and began petting her hair. His touch lifted her out of her troublesome thoughts. Endorphins kicked in as he gently drew his fingers through her locks, and she was filled with adoration as she gazed up at her handsome husband of two years. Sadness fell upon her a moment later, and she blinked rapidly and hoped to hold her tears at bay. She normally didn’t cry easily, but she’d been very emotional since the accident.
Without a word, William grabbed a tissue and caught the first tear to roll down her cheek, and all the rest that followed. He always did, and she loved him for it, but guilt filled her as he continued wiping the moisture from her face. She couldn’t possibly explain her tears to him. Not in a thousand years.
“You really didn’t have to stay home again today, William.” Alexa grimaced as another piercing pain stabbed at her chest. She pressed a hand to the wrap that circled her torso, waiting until the worst of the pain passed. “I feel bad that you’re wasting all your personal days on me.”
William raised an eyebrow at her and clasped her hand. “Young lady, who’s the boss around here?” His tone was teasing, but she knew he still expected an answer.
She sighed and grinned through her lingering tears. “You are, sir.”
“Now, I happen to love you very much, Alexa, and I intend to stay home with you until I’m certain you can get around safely on your own. I don’t want to hear anymore nonsense about me wasting personal days on you. Do you want me to make you keep a punishment journal for when you are all healed up, young lady? Hmm?”
Alexa flushed, and despite her pain, felt a rush of heat travel between her thighs at his threat. She and William practiced domestic discipline in their marriage and he took his role as head of household very seriously. She had no doubt he’d instruct her to start keeping such a journal if she mentioned his personal days again, or if she misbehaved otherwise. “I won’t bring it up again.” Her cheeks still burned from his scolding.
He stayed with her while she ate lunch, and after she finished he carried the tray from the bedroom, promising to check on her again soon. Her heart panged with sadness and confusion overcame her when the urge to call him ‘Daddy’ and beg him not to leave yet overcame her for the umpteenth time. She pressed her eyes shut and tried to understand her sudden longing.
After a handful of failed relationships with vanilla partners, Alexa had confessed her needs to her friend, Tina. To her surprise, Tina had given her a knowing smile and introduced her to one of her husband’s friends, and Alexa had been smitten with William ever since. She’d been upfront with him about her desires early in their relationship, and he’d been just as upfront with her. Their mutual belief in traditional marriage and domestic discipline had drawn them together.
But did she dare tell him about her sudden interest in age play? Well, he knew she read the occasional age play book, but she’d once told him that it was something she enjoyed reading about and nothing more. Now she tried to remember the exact expression on his face and his tone during this conversation, a conversation they’d had before marriage. She thought she’d seen a twinkle in his eye, but she didn’t know what it meant. God, she just wanted the feelings to go away and for life to return to normal.
They had a strong marriage, and she felt guilty for suddenly wanting more from him; she resolved not to bring it up, especially now. She felt bad enough that he’d taken a week of personal time to stay home with her. If he went over his allotted personal days, he’d start losing vacation days. Closing her eyes, she recalled the night of the accident and shuddered.
It had just started to rain, and the road had been slippery. As she drove through an intersection in the middle of town, a truck smashed into the passenger side of her car, totaling it. The elderly man in the truck had been apologetic and claimed he’d thought the light was green. By some miracle, neither Alexa nor the old man had been seriously hurt.
Ever since that night, she’d experienced a shift in her emotions and her desire to be submissive to William. She tried to analyze it, and she thought perhaps the shock of the accident coupled with William’s extra attentive care had awakened the little girl inside her. The stress of being laid off from her accounting job a month ago probably contributed to her fragile state too. She grabbed another tissue and dabbed the fresh tears from her face. Or maybe the pain medication was making her completely loopy. She’d tried to go without it, but a broken rib hurt something awful.
She closed her eyes and settled against the pillows stacked behind her, her thoughts spinning a million miles an hour. A naughty thrill always coursed through her when she began a new age play book, and she’d sometimes fantasized about William taking on the role of her daddy and treating her as his little, but it had only been a fantasy. She’d never been unsettled in their marriage and wanting to try something more, until now.
Maybe her need would dissipate after a few days. She could only hope. She just wanted everything to go back to normal. For her to heal and for William to return to work. Then she could resume her job search.
She picked up her e-reader and tried to concentrate on a new book, but it was no use. She’d finish a page only to have no memory of what she’d just read. Sighing, she set the e-reader aside and stared out the window. Sun streamed through the curtains and danced across the floor each time the backyard trees swayed in the breeze. If it hadn’t been for the accident, she’d probably be enjoying an afternoon jog in the nice weather. Her insides wouldn’t be twisted into knots either.
As she continued to stare out the window, trying not to think about her new desires, and failing miserably, she heard William rattling around in the kitchen. Pots and pans clanged together. Cabinets slammed shut. After a few minutes, the smell of baking cookies drifted upstairs, and her mouth watered. Chocolate chip. Her favorite.
Her face crumpled and she pressed another tissue to her face, taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself. She resolved not to take any more of the pain medication, just in case it was partly to blame for her being upset.
He was her husband. She was supposed to be able to tell him anything. She’d promised to never keep secrets from him, especially those that affected their marriage. But what if he thought age play was too weird? She couldn’t bear the thought of his rejection, though she knew even if he wasn’t keen on exploring it with her, he’d let her down gently. A gentle rejection was still a rejection though.
By the time he brought her fresh cookies and coffee, she’d calmed down enough that she was no longer on the verge of crying, but the look of concern that transpired on William’s face revealed he sensed something was amiss anyway.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” he asked as he placed the plate of cookies on her lap.
Wincing, she sat up straight and hoped the stabbing pain left her chest soon. The doctor had said it would take a few weeks for her rib to heal. She couldn’t imagine dealing with this discomfort for another week, let alone several. She met William’s dark brown eyes, smiling at the flecks of gold that shimmered in the sunlight. “I’ve always liked your eyes,” she said.
His frown deepened, and those dark eyes she loved became steely. “Your attempt to change the subject won’t work. Tell me what’s wrong, Alexa.” He placed the coffee on the nightstand, sank down on the bed, and squeezed her hand.
She felt trapped and struggled for an appropriate response. She certainly couldn’t blurt out the truth. Not now. She hadn’t even come to terms with her new desires, and she didn’t want to discuss them with William yet. Maybe not ever. She took a deep breath and looked down, but he caught her chin between two fingers and directed her gaze back to his.
