After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.
Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.
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“Thank you for meeting with us today, Kelly. Could you start off by telling us how old you are?”
“Would you say you are younger or older than your physical your age?”
“Sometimes I act younger, but I feel older most days.”
“You’re not very comfortable talking to people you don’t know, are you?” She merely shrugs. “We heard you didn’t have a happy childhood. Can you tell us what happened?”
Kelly lifts her shoulders and stares at the floor. She definitely doesn’t want to talk about herself.
“You’re living with Graham White now, correct?”
“Could you tell us how your relationship with him has changed your life?”
Her eyes sparkle a little with that question. “He saved me. I was hungry and cold and he took me in. He takes care of me.”
“You sound grateful. Is there anything else you can tell us about your life now?”
She shrugs again. “I’m happy now, I guess. He makes me feel —safe.”
“That’s good. What would you say you care most about?”
She doesn’t hesitate to answer that question. “My daddy. I want to make him happy…” Hesitating, she stares down at her Mary Janes again and adds in a near whisper, “Though I’m not sure I can.
“Why do think you can’t make him happy?”
“He wants certain things,” she admits softly. “And sometimes they make me uncomfortable. I’m not sure I can do everything he expects and wants from me.”
“I’m sure you can. What would you say is your biggest fear?”
“Being tossed back on the streets.”
“Do you think that’s likely?”
“I guess not. He’s told me that will never happen, but the thought still scares me.”
“Please tell us the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
Smiling broadly, she answers quickly, “Meeting my daddy. I would have been lost if he hadn’t rescued me.”
“Please tell us the worst thing that ever happened to you.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to.”
“Why don’t you want to talk to us, Kelly?
“Some memories still give me nightmares, so I don’t like talking about them.”
“All right. What would you say is your biggest secret?
That I live like a little girl with my daddy. He’s not my real daddy, but he comforts, loves and protects me. So, he is my daddy in every way that counts.
“I’d say the fact you feel loved and safe now is probably the most important thing. I know this wasn’t easy, but I want to thank you for dropping by to talk to us.
“You’re welcome.” Offering a shy smile, she rises and practically runs out of the room.
She returned his overture with avid eagerness as small moans of desire emerged from her throat. Without asking, she reached for the buttons on his pajama top and slipped each one from its silken slit with provocative slowness. She was tempted to rip the expensive nightwear off, but even with her hands shaking, she managed to limit herself to a simple unbuttoning until he shrugged out of the garment. While she worked on undressing him, he removed the ribbons and bands that styled her hair like a little girl.
“Arms up,” he ordered, and she didn’t hesitate for a second. He drew the little girl nightie off her and fondled her breasts with gentle pressure. “Sensitive, eh?”
She nodded, pleased he remembered.
He put his hands on her baby doll pantalets. “All right, let’s get you out of these, too.” Crouching, he lowered them with infinite patience, taking care to leisurely stroke her thighs and caress between her legs as he did.
Kelly purred, so he firmed the pressure of his fingers. But when she thrust her hips toward him to increase the contact, he removed his hand. The sudden loss of his touch dragged a whimper from the back of her throat. “On the bed, lovely. I sorely want to taste you, but I will have to satisfy my desire through chaste kisses, not-so-chaste touches, and purely lecherous ogling until we get you thoroughly checked out.”
Sighing, she slumped onto his bed. She hadn’t expected him to go down on her, though she’d heard some men enjoyed it, and she’d dreamed of a man doing it to her someday. However, she did appreciate his caution.
When she lay before him, he parted her legs wide and gave a sigh.
“Perfect. I adore the look of a freshly shaven woman. Her soft, moist petals just beg to be licked.”
A note from the Author
Though “Learning to be Little” starts out as a direct sequel to “A Dom’s Dilemma,” it primarily takes place in Kelly’s past. I wrote this book after several readers complained they didn’t understand Kelly. She seemed contradictory as well as a contradiction. I agree. In many ways she is a contradiction, and it’s her past that has made her that way. I expect this story to be the first in a series of novels following Kelly’s life through to its ultimate happy ending.
This part of Kelly’s story is different for me in many respects, primarily because the main male character is not the hero of Kelly’s life. The man you meet at the beginning and end of this book is her true hero, and we will eventually get back to their story after Kelly experiences a few more twists and turns in her young life. Also, in case you’re wondering, Graham doesn’t abandon Kelly, as she fears he will, but opts to remain in the background to give her the freedom she needs to live her own life, even if it entails making mistakes. And making mistakes is something Kelly excels at as she struggles to discover a path through some very dark and dangerous hallways of BDSM.
Five fun facts
I always wanted to be an actress when I was little, so in college I majored in drama.
I met my husband through my audition for the role of the Baroness in The Sound of Music. I was 21 years old.
The Baroness is around 35 years old, and he voted against me because he thought I was too old for the role. ACTING!
I married him anyway.
I’m an Anglophile, and I’ll travel to England whenever I get the chance.