Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Do we have more than nine minutes?” she teased.
He chuckled as he lifted her from the bed and tossed her over his shoulder. He swatted her bottom. “You’ll never let me live that down, will you, naughty girl?”
“Nope.” She grinned. Yeah, she would never be happier than she was right this moment.
Or so she thought until he set her on her feet under the warm spray of the shower and started running his soapy hands all over her body. Maybe this moment was even better.
Then he filled his palms with shampoo and gave her the best head massage of her life. That moment was even better.
When he finished washing the two of them and led her out of the shower, he dried her off with a fluffy towel, pulled on a pair of tight boxers, and sat her down in front of the mirror. As he picked up a comb and gently worked through the tangles in her hair, she closed her eyes, moaned, and knew she’d reached yet another perfect moment.
“If you don’t stop making all those sexy noises, I’m going to miss my nine o’clock,” he drawled.
“Hmm. I don’t think I can help you out with that. Maybe you could tell them you overslept, or there was a fire in your apartment, or your girlfriend was naked in your arms…”
He leaned over her from behind, cupped her cheek, and kissed her nose. “I like the sound of that.”
“What part? The fire?” she teased.
“The girlfriend. Though I’d prefer to call you my Little girl, for the vanilla world, we’ll stick with girlfriend.”
She twisted around and stood, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “So you’ll do it? You’ll tell them you couldn’t make it?”
He took a step back and shook a finger at her. “You are a very naughty Little girl. Don’t move.”
She couldn’t stop grinning as he left her standing in the bathroom. He was back two minutes later, fully dressed, holding up clothes for her.
She switched her smile to a pout. “Darn. You’re going to go to work, aren’t you?”
“Yes, and when I get a break, I’m going to give you your first punishment spanking for being so tempting and naughty this morning.” He set her clothes on the counter, took the towel from her, hung it up, and grabbed her panties. Squatting down, he said, “Step in, Little Swan.”
She grabbed his shoulders and lifted a leg, but she did so rocking toward him so that her pussy was closer to his face.
When he stood, he was shaking his head, but he was smiling at the same time. “I’m going to spank that little bottom of yours until it’s bright red.”
“But Daddy, that’s not a punishment. I found out I like it when you spank me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, Little Swan, that spanking I gave you last night wasn’t a punishment spanking. It was the sensual kind. When you’re naughty, you won’t get to come afterward. In fact, you’ll go straight to the corner for a timeout until your arousal subsides.”
She gasped. Would he do that? When he held up her matching pink bra, she pushed out her bottom lip. “No fun.”
“That pout of yours is adorable, Little Swan. It’s not going to cause you to win any arguments, though.”
Darn. This being Little was not quite what she’d envisioned. Punishments? Timeouts? Withholding orgasms?
He pulled a dress over her head next. It wasn’t one she’d ever seen before. “Where did this come from?” she asked. It was so feminine. A soft pink that made her skin glow. It fit her perfectly, snug around her breasts before flowing out around her from beneath them. It hung halfway down her thighs.
She stared down at it and smiled. She loved it, but she hadn’t worn anything like this in ages. She wouldn’t dare leave the house so exposed and…pretty. Could she wear it for Kestrel? Could she wear it in the privacy of her new extended family? If she got in that elevator and rode only to the basement and back up to the fifth floor, very few people would see her, and she trusted all of them.
“I bought it.” He tapped her nose. “I bought you all kinds of clothes and had them delivered yesterday. Do you like it?”
She nodded, knowing she was smiling. “How did you know?”
He shrugged. “I guessed. I know you’ve been hiding under baggy clothes, ballcaps, and loose hair for a long time. You don’t have to do that with me. You don’t have to do that with Celeste or Sadie, or any of the guys. I couldn’t be certain this is exactly the style you might prefer in the long run, but try it. Find yourself. Figure out who Zara is if she doesn’t have to hide.”
She smiled broader and then threw her arms around her Daddy. “Thank you.” She felt kind of choked up when she released him.