Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Daddy…” The one word came out as a plea.
“Tell Daddy what you need, Kiki.”
She arched her chest, forcing her nipples to rub against her shirt. It was intentional. “I need to come,” she cried out. “Please let me come, Daddy.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. Her release was just out of reach.
Terry surprised her when he slid his hand up her chest, taking her T-shirt with it, exposing her breasts, abandoning her clit.
She started shaking, and not from the cold. From a deep need.
Daddy found a nipple and flicked it, driving her to cry out. “Please…” she begged again.
Suddenly, his lips were on her clit. He sucked the swollen nub at the same time he pinched her nipple.
She came instantly, her entire body vibrating with the pulses of her release. The most shocking part was the way her bottom gripped his finger. It felt so naughty and so good at the same time.
Daddy slowly released her nipple and lifted his face. He let his finger linger a bit longer in her bottom before easing it out. She heard him rustling around and figured he was removing the glove before he drew her legs down straight and tucked first one foot and then the other through leg holes. Of what?
The crinkling sound answered her question as he tugged the pull-up over her body. He even lifted her ankles to help get the absorbent material over her bottom.
When he was done, he released her wrists and pulled the cap off her head. He cupped her face and smiled down at her while she blinked to get used to the lights. “You were such a good girl, Bumblebee.”
She pursed her lips and turned her head away as heat rose up her cheeks again. She just came hard with his finger in her bottom. It felt too naughty to acknowledge with words.
Daddy leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Look at me, Bumblebee.”
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to face him.
“Does it embarrass you that you came with Daddy’s finger in your bottom?”
She nodded, her cheeks heating further.
“Oh, sweet Bumblebee. No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of Little girls enjoy having their bottoms penetrated. Being restrained and blindfolded at the same time would heighten the sensation.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Of course.” He gathered her in his arms and lifted her off the table. “How about if I rock you for a minute until your legs can support you? You’re still trembling.”
She nodded. She liked it when her Daddy rocked her. She liked everything her Daddy did to her. It was scary. She was so very Little with him sometimes, and it made her nervous. What if things didn’t work out after she’d had a taste of what it would be like to belong to such a firm, demanding Daddy?
She hadn’t known him very long, and they hadn’t even had sex, and yet she’d been more intimate with him than any previous man she had had sex with.
Being Little was an intimate arrangement. Being even Littler made her feel very intimately connected to her Daddy in even more ways. Little girls had Daddies who fixed their hair and gave them baths. That much she expected. But playing at an even deeper age meant Daddy would be touching her far more intimately.
As he settled in the chair and started rocking her, he patted her bottom.
“What’s the medicine going to do, Daddy?” she whispered softly, realizing she hadn’t asked or been told.
“It’s going to help you empty your bowels, Bumblebee.”
She stiffened. Oh. Ohhhh. She twisted her head to look at her Daddy. “Do I have to go in my pull-up?”
He shook his head. “Not if you don’t want to, Little one. You can use the potty. Sometime in the future, when you feel less self-conscious letting Daddy take care of your needs, you can use a pull-up or even a diaper. Daddy will always clean you up afterward. But if you’re not ready for that, you can use the bathroom this time.”
She blew out a long breath. Thank goodness. “I definitely want to use the potty, Daddy.”
“Okay, Bumblebee. Are you ready to stand? The medicine will work best if you stand for a few minutes.”
“Do I have to stand in the corner, Daddy?”
“Yes, but not because you needed a suppository. You can stand in the corner and let it do its job because you lied to Daddy.” He lifted a brow.
She sighed. She couldn’t argue that point. Besides, at least if she were in the corner, she wouldn’t have to see him or any other thing. She could close her eyes and go into her head while she waited.
Daddy set her on her feet and turned her toward one corner of the room. He patted her bottom. “Right over there, Bumblebee.”
“How long do I have to stay in timeout, Daddy?”