Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“You’re crying? What’s wrong? Is it the color of the rug? Too pale? The designer said anything darker would clash. She came highly recommended as a Little designer, but I can find someone else.”
“Why would you find someone else? This is the most beautiful room I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“It is?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I can’t believe you had this done for me. Wait, a Little designer? What does that mean?”
“Her name is Glaze. Obviously, not her real name. She designs spaces for Littles. Playroom, nurseries, whatever you want. She told me that her next project is for this billionaire in Colorado who wants his whole backyard turned into a playground for his Little girl.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. This is amazing. I can’t believe you did all of this for me. No one has ever done anything like this for me . . . ”
He turned her toward him. “You deserve this, baby. This and more. And I want to give it to you. I didn’t buy any toys because I wanted you to finish it. Oh, and that bed? It can turn into a crib. There are sides that slide out from under the bed and it’s electric so it can be raised and lowered. We didn’t know how old your Little is, so it made it harder to design the room.”
“Um. Well. About four.”
He shot her a look.
“Four is the age I’ve always regressed to. But sometimes I wish I could go younger.”
“All right. Just know that I don’t care how young your Little is. I will take care of you no matter what.”
Sheesh.
“There’re also some outfits in the closet. Come.” He led her over to the closet doors.
She gasped as she stepped into the walk-in closet. The shelving was white, with LED strip lighting that highlighted the outfits, shoes, and bags inside.
She noticed there were a lot of dresses in pretty pastel colors and patterns with matching footwear and accessories.
“Some outfits?” she asked dryly.
“I know you’ll need more. But I couldn’t resist starting with these ones.”
“Daddy . . . this is . . . it’s incredible. But I feel a bit . . . overwhelmed.”
“Being overwhelmed can be a good thing,” he told her, turning her to him.
He drew her down so she sat on the velvet bench that ran along the middle of the closet.
Then he kneeled in front of her. “Move in with me, baby.”
She wanted to. God, she wanted to so much. And that tone of voice told her that he wasn’t so much asking . . .
As he was telling her.
But she wouldn’t be pressed into anything . . . would she?
Urgh. Why was she even saying no?
He lowered her so she was lying on her back on the bench.
“Reuben,” she protested. “What are you doing?”
“Helping to convince you.”
What . . . how . . . oh my God! He wasn’t!
But, yeah, he had her panties off and was pulling her ass to the end of the bench.
“Reuben, you can’t!”
“Why not?” he asked.
“I don’t . . . I don’t know.”
Then his mouth was between her legs, his tongue running along the slit of her pussy.
Fuck. That felt so darn good. He moved her legs over his shoulders as he pushed two fingers inside her.
Lord . . . the things he could do with his tongue.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he drove her up higher and higher.
Then, just before she reached that ledge, he drew back.
“What . . . what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Move in with me,” he demanded.
She shook her head. “I . . . I can’t! Not yet.”
“Not yet? That’s better than no.”
His mouth returned to her pussy. Was he giving in that easily? That was a surprise.
Again, he drove her higher and higher, until she was at the edge. Until she was shaking with the need to come and then he pulled back.
“Nooo!” she cried out, reaching down with her hand. If he wouldn’t finish her off, she was going to have to do it herself.
But he slapped her hand away. “Naughty girl. You’re not allowed to say no or to make yourself come without my permission.”
What the heck?
“That’s not a rule.”
“It is now. I’ll text it to you for your list.”
Honestly. He was impossible.
“Now, how do I punish you for saying the word, no. Hmm?” He let her legs slide off his shoulders but kept them far apart.
Slap!
His hand landed on her pussy and she cried out. It stung and yet that initial lash of pain was followed by such pleasure that she swore she came. Just a little.
“You don’t get to come, baby. I’m sorry.”
But that wasn’t fair. And he didn’t really sound sorry.
A sob broke free. “Please. I need to come.”
“I’m sure you do,” he said in a soft voice as he ran a finger lightly through her folds. “So wet. My poor baby. Too bad you don’t get to come until you agree to move in with me.”