Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Everything gets ten times worse when he grabs the sides and cinches the straps tighter around me. The nylon straps are about three inches wide, and the lengths extending over my shoulders are now pressing firmly against my nipples. The piece between my legs is tight against my pussy.
I gasp as he gives one more tug, and then I can’t hold my breath any longer. I’m truly panting.
Noah tucks a finger between the nylon over my pussy and my panties, presumably to check that it’s tight enough. He glances at me, a partial grin on his face. “Your panties are wet, Baby girl. Did you already have an accident?”
My face heats two thousand degrees, and I shake my head.
I get no relief when he removes his finger from my crotch because the next thing he does is reach with both hands to ease his fingers up under the straps at my chest.
I whimper when he strokes over my nipples. I can’t keep from arching my chest forward into his touch.
“I think you’re secure,” he states. He reaches down to the floor, lifts up the bag I didn’t notice before, and sets it on the seat next to me. When he unzips it, I realize it’s a diaper bag. My tummy tightens again. He pulls out a bottle, shakes it up, and hands it to me. “I want you to finish all of this right away, understood?”
I nod and take it from him with shaky fingers. “What if I don’t like it?”
“You will, Baby girl.”
He’s awfully confident. He has no idea how picky I am.
Noah finally backs out of the SUV and climbs into the driver’s seat. And we’re off. He looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Sit still, Baby girl.”
I draw in a deep breath through my nose and glance down at myself. That only makes things worse. I’m a ball of arousal. I’m not even sure why. I’ve never felt so Little in my life, and we haven’t even gotten started yet. I’m still wearing a dress and panties.
“Did you know you liked restraints, Amelia?” he asks as if we’re discussing the weather.
I shake my head. The action makes my nipples rub against the nylon.
He chuckles. “It’s only been fifteen minutes since you asked me if our relationship would be sexual, and now you’re fidgeting in the back seat of my car so badly my cock is hard.”
I gasp. His words shock me. I’m glad, though. At least I’m not the only one aroused.
“You do not have permission to orgasm on the way to the ferry, naughty girl, so make sure you rein it in a bit.”
I tuck my bottle between my thighs and grab the straps below my boobs to pull them away from my chest. They’re too tight to give me the relief I need, though. The only thing I accomplish is to make the section across my pussy press firmer.
“Amelia,” Noah admonishes. “Let go of the straps and drink your bottle. If it’s not gone in twenty minutes, I will pull over and spank you. That will give you a reason to fidget.”
My breath hitches. I’m trembling as I pick up the bottle. The butterflies have had babies inside me. His reprimand makes me even hornier.
I’m scared. What if I hate the formula? Tentatively, I lift it to my lips. I’ve never used a bottle before. Not as an adult anyway. I have sippy cups I use when I’m in my Little space, but not bottles.
I pop the nipple in my mouth and give a teeny tiny suck. A few drops of the white substance trickle onto my tongue. It’s vanilla, and it doesn’t make me gag, so I take a stronger draw of it, surprised that it tastes pretty good. Thank goodness. I’m not sure how things would go if I’d hated it.
“How is it, Baby girl?” he asks, glancing at me.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. I try again.
“You’re going to need to suck harder to finish it on time, Amelia. I meant what I said. You have seventeen minutes left.”
I like it when he spanks me, so I’m not sure why he thinks I would do something to avoid the discipline.
He chuckles. “I can tell by your expression that threatening to spank you is not a deterrent. If anything, you’re probably plotting how to ensure I pull over.”
I flush and then giggle. “I like it when you spank me, Sir.”
He shakes his head. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” He’s grinning, though.
“I hope so.”
This makes him laugh, and he taps his fingers over his lips as though he’s thinking. “Okay, how do you feel about spending the next few hours riding to the ferry without your dress on?”
Wetness runs out of my pussy, soaking my panties further. “That would make it harder for me to keep from coming, but the windows are tinted. I guess no one would see me.”