The Daddy Dom

Part 6 :Please feed Me

After a while Charlotte became aware of the sound of steps climbing the staircase. This was followed by the opening click of her bedroom door. He walked in, evidently surprised to see her awake and occupied.

Charlotte felt somewhat uncomfortable about the fact that he hadn't knocked, but that very thought was swamped by a more relevant realization: I have no privacy. This she liked.

Smiling, he walked up to her chair, cupping her right shoulder in his hand and whispered "good morning, little sweetheart" into her right ear as thought they had known each other all their lives. Charlotte beamed.

"Good morning!"

"I see you've had a look through the activities I assembled for you here. Why don't you show me what you've been up to this morning." He pulled her closer to him, looking down at her encouragingly. She turned back the pages, showing him what she had completed since waking up. Her movements were marked by hesitation: it felt strange to display her childlikeness to another person in this way. However, It seemed to her that this touched him, as he leaned down and gave her a small kiss on the top of her head.

"Well it seems as though someone is destined to grow up to become a little artist, isn't she?" Another smile and a quick stroking of hair. "I'd like you to come downstairs for breakfast now, you must be hungry." He removed his arm and turned for the door. Charlotte wished he would take her hand but felt too shy to ask him to do so. She appreciated the fact that he intended to give her space. She followed him downstairs and into the kitchen.

"I've prepared breakfast: porridge with fruits and vanilla flavoring for you, and bread rolls with salmon for me. Please, have a seat." He pulled out the chair Charlotte had occupied for dinner the previous night. As she sat down she saw that she hadn't been given porcelain dishes, but that hers were made of plastic and bore cartoon images from Disney's Winnie the Pooh. Her spoon was small, plastic, and red. She was served water in a pale blue cup while he poured water into his own glass. "Enjoy" he said, looking into her eyes.

Hesitantly she looked down at her childlike bowl. She swallowed and clasped her hands together tightly for stability under the table before asking - timidly and with uncertainty: "Could you -" she blushed and looked down at her bowl helplessly. He had understood what she had wanted to ask, but the soft pink hue that had spread over her cheeks tempted him. "Yes, Charlotte, what were you trying to say?"

"Could you feed me?" a mere mumble, her eyes glued firmly to the food before her.

"Good girl, it wasn't easy asking such a thing, was it? Come a little closer, please."

He took the bowl from her set and placed it beside his plate. Dipping the spoon into the mixture he carefully moved it closer to her mouth, to which she responded by opening it. He watched the spoon glide in between her lips, covered in a creamy substance, and watched it glide out again completely clean.

By the fifth spoonful his trousers were starting to become rather uncomfortable.

Charlotte's stomach tingled. Relying on someone else to fulfill her most basic needs both excited and soothed her.

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