Little Sitter E-Book

A.B. Darling Little

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

When the Social Worker comes to his door with a Little in his arms and tells Liam that he has been trusted with her guardianship, Liam tells the man that he doesn't need a Little. He's a perfectly well-adjusted Alpha with no violent tendencies, he says while his fangs lengthen and his claws dig into the rails, splintering the intricate mahogany carvings.

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When she first arrived at his door, his first thought was that she's much too young for him, young enough to be his daughter. But she certainly was a pretty little thing, even if a little too skinny for his taste.

He rejected her on sight. "I have no use for Littles," he sneers, thinking of how weak and little they are. But God, she smells divine, like hot cocoa on a rainy day. He can hardly focus on anything else and he's fully aware that it's coming from the little devil in the stroller.

The man is not impressed. "Are you aware, sir, that men have literally died to be in your position?"

He is aware, yet, and he doesn't give a damn. She's just going to be a distraction. The ability to own a Little so easily is an honor men have fought and died for in the arena. There are illegal Littles being offered too, of course, but the government shuts those down with striking accuracy. The Littles must volunteer for this and there are so much they must agree to before they're even allowed to volunteer. It's a lot. They're basically surrendering their entire lives and putting everything in the hands of their handlers. Or rather, their potential handlers. They don't know who they're going to until after the procedure is completed and they've sunk completely into the Little mindset.

He hasn't done any research into it because he doesn't need one. He tells the man as much, complete with snarling and claws.

The man stares at him with a blank expression. "Hold her for me, for a second while I get the papers ready, then," he says, lifting her sleeping form from the crib and all but dumping her into his arms.

She's so soft and pliant. Sensing movement, she comes awake slowly, blinking up at him with her thumb in her mouth. She stares up into the dilated pupils of an Alpha and says with a rather sweet, "Hi."

She smells like his favorite brand of whiskey and baby powder, so soft and sweet and trusting already, hands clutching at his shirt and curling tight.

"Hello," he finds himself responding, rumbling a little so that she would press herself closer to him. She's beautiful, up close, her cheeks a little flushed and her lips slightly parted. She's still looking at him expectantly, clinging tightly. There's something oddly familiar about her and it takes him second to place her. There was an accident a few weeks ago. He saw a truck ram into a much smaller car right off a cliff and it was pure instinct that propelled him to jump off after the vehicle and pull the young woman out from behind the wheel of the sinking car.

She had clung to him so tightly then too, fingers curled onto his shirt, trembling as she cried into his chest. She'd sobbed when the paramedics took her away.

"If you could sign all these, I can take her away," the man says, offering to take her from his arms.

Liam snarls at him from getting to close, pulling her up closer in his arms so he could attack if necessary.

The man looks entirely too pleased with himself. "I suppose you've changed your mind about keeping her, then?" he asks.

Leseprobe

Werewolves Guardian 1

Little Sitter

Copyright 2019 A.B. Darling Little

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Warning:

This steamy short story contains age regression with eighteen-year-old young woman who is babied by an Alpha Werewolf. It also contains scenes of humiliation, ab/dl, diaper play, knotting, size kink, werewolf sex, and more.

Chapter One: Walk

Sandy hums to herself happily as he pushes her stroller through the door of the penthouse. She's more than capable of walking short distances, but he would rather she not.

She's always been so terribly fragile. The idea of her falling hurting herself fills him with dread and he breathes a sigh of relief once the door locks behind him, placing them safely back in their home.

The floors here are thick and carpeted. Here, she can tumble and fall and roll all over and he won't have to worry at all.

"Up, Daddy," she says when they've stopped.

Evidently, he's pampered her so much that she would rather be carried places now. He chuckles and leans into the crib to lift her up, but not before cupping her head and pressing his lips against hers. Her long lashes flutter close submissively and he can hardly help himself from taking more, tongue invading her mouth, licking and tasting her warm breath. She tastes like the candy he had given her as a treat earlier on.

He pulls away reluctantly and smiles at her innocently smiling face, lips plump and moist from the passionate kiss, her cheeks flushes so prettily. She looks like she wants another kiss, pouting up at him with big eyes. He chuckles and complies, lifting her up with his hands around her waist and hoisting her into his arms. She wraps her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and he manages to get his hand under her diapered bottom and the other around her neck, keeping her safely and firmly in place

He losses himself in the kiss, in the warmth of her in his arms. Her lips are cold and he licks past the seams of her lips, into her mouth and deeper. She whines and whimpers, making sweet little noises as her arms tighten around his neck and she tilts her head, giving him easier access into her soft, sweet lips.

She submits so easily, letting him lick into her mouth and kiss her until they're both out of breath. She's a little bit cold to the touch and he places a firm hand on the back of her neck, squeezing a little bit as they part. She sighs, and closes her eyes, leaning into him as she catches her breath.

Such a sweet little thing. She's already a little dazed from the kiss. He can't help but tilt her head back press another kiss on her parted lips, breathing in her exhales. She smells like fruit and soap and a little bit like that the formula the doctor insists he feeds her to keep her happy and healthy.

If it weren't part of the agreement that he take her out for walks, he'd keep her indoor all the time. Sometimes, he considers keeping her locked up in her room with her toys when she's not home, but that's hardly safe for her. He has to hire babysitters to keep her safe and he doesn't trust any of the people the government sends her, so he gets his men to take care of her instead.

It still pisses him off that he has to share her at all, but he's made peace with it. A little bit, at least. He has never been particularly good with sharing, but part of the agreement of owning her is that she be allowed a somewhat normal growth. That means friends and people other than himself.

They never go too far, just outside in the garden most days. Sometimes, he brings her to the garden that he had built specifically for her and people like her. The toys are safer for children her size and the ground is soft so even if any the Littles fall, they won't hurt themselves. It's a little extravagant and he had, perhaps, gone a little overboard with making sure there is a little bit of everything in her playground that he had ended up building a theme park of sorts.

There is even a paramedic team on standby because he's a paranoid fuck.

He had taken her out on a short walk the moment he reached home because she had been crying and was feeling restless.

"Have you put your toys away, baby?" he asks upon seeing a few soft toys on the couch.

She looks at him earnestly and nods. Lying little shit.

He chuckles and lets it go. It's convenient to have toys ready when she throws her little tantrums. "Did you feed your fish?" he asks, more than a little reprimanding this time. He had gotten her a pet fish in hopes of fostering a sense of responsibility, though it is also used as a distraction. She could spend hours staring at the fish, watching it swim around in that little tank that she's not allowed to dip her hand into anymore.

She loves that fish with a little too much enthusiasm, taking the poor flopping thing out of the bowl and carrying it around with her. She doesn't understand why it had stopped moving and he had had to distract her with a new toy while he had someone replace the poor fish. Thankfully, he had gotten everything done with her being none the wiser.

He sets her on her feet. "Are you sure?" he asks.

She nods again, but then frowns like she isn't quite sure.

It's endearing. "Really, really sure?"

Her nod is more hesitant this time and she toddles away after a few seconds to check on her fish in the other room.

He strains his ears to listen to her talk to her fish in the tank, making adorably baby babbles at it. The cover is locked in place now to make sure that she won't be able to reach in and grab the fish again with the netting only big enough for her to toss fish feed inside. He hears the fish food being opened carefully and then she's sprinkling the flakes to the surface of the water.

When he reaches into the room, he finds her sitting down, fingers spread wide on the outside of the glass.

He knows she wants to reach in and cradle the fish again, but she's behaving properly today and isn't crying about not being able to do that. He gives her the stuffed animal of the fish for her to hug and she cradles it to her with a happy little noise.

"I feed bubbles, Daddy," she declares happily upon noticing him in the room.