Behind the Mask

Chapter 18

Author's Notes:  This section will contain sexual acts while Marissa is in little space.  If this bothers you, then skip the chapter.  That being said, I also may overexplain through the lens of the characters.  This is honestly for the benefit of anyone who has never experienced either being or knowing a little.  Just like everything else in life, it is a very individualistic and unique experience that is often misunderstood or overgeneralized. This situation does not apply to all individuals that identify as little or experience age regression.  Happy reading, my lovelies!

Gabe's POV

I sat up in bed and listened. There was a faint tapping on the door, then it stopped. When it started again, it was a bit more persistent and I heard Marissa whisper loudly, "Daddy Gabe, pwease open up. I hurt." I moved out of bed quickly, pulling open the door. She tumbled in with a goofy grin as she looked up at me. She wiggled her fingers at me, "Hi Daddy."

"Where are you hurting baby?" I asked, leaning down to help her up. She hopped into my arms and leaned into my ear.

"My princess parts are all ouchy," she hissed in my ear. Princess parts? Oh, yeah, now I get it, but I don't understand why they would be hurting.

"Did something happen to make your princess parts hurt?" I asked her, bringing her into the bed with us. Victor had already woken up and was rubbing his eyes as he listened to her talking. I nudged Luke and he grunted.

She twisted her hair with her finger and looked bashful as she spoke, "I had a dream, now they feel bad."

"Has this ever happened before?" Victor asked her, rubbing her legs gently.

She nodded, "Yup. Winnie always kissed it better." Wait, did she mean he kissed her or gave her oral sex?

"Can you show me where Winnie would kiss you, pretty girl?" Victor prompted. Marissa reached down and put her hand on her panties. Victor and I exchanged a surprised look. It was at that moment that Luke decided to wake up fully. He gave her a sleepy smile.

"Hey sugar," he said, his voice still scratchy. "What's this I heard about kissing away the hurt?" I rolled my eyes at his oblivious question.

She squirmed in my lap and whimpered, "Pwease, it hurts."

"May I try and make it feel better, pretty girl?" Victor asked gently. She over-exaggeratedly shook her head, making him chuckle. I repositioned her until she was flush against my chest and watched as he positioned himself between her legs, then slid her panties down. "Tell me if you want me to stop, Marissa," he said gently, trying to make sure adult Marrisa was aware as well. He lowered his head to her core and she let out a low whine as his tongue dragged along her folds.

"Is Victor making it better, our pretty girl?" I crooned in her ear, pressing soft kisses just below her earlobe.

She leaned against me, her eyes glassy as she watched him, "Yes, Daddy, Victor makes it feel good," she breathed. Luke let out a soft groan as he watched them. The sheet had fallen back and I could see his cock as he stroked it. Marissa's head turned a bit and she watched him for a minute then looked at me and whispered, "LuLu's lollipop is all red. Does it hurt like Winnie's did?" I blinked for a few moments, letting her words sink in. I'm beginning to think Winnie was a fucking genius. The man had come up with little friendly terms to address both their sexual needs during her slips so that she wasn't scared and could still embrace her little persona without over-sexualizing it. This wasn't about BDSM or a daddy kink, Marissa still wanted or needed to process as a little, but she was also experiencing sexual needs.