Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Elijah lifts me by my waist and sets me on my feet. He bends down to take off my shoes before reaching for the elastic waist of my leggings and pulling them carefully down my legs.
I stand in front of him, still shaking, holding my palms out from my sides so nothing can touch them. My hair is loose and hanging down in long waves, making a nearly black curtain around my face.
Elijah helps me step out of the leggings. He steadies me with a huge palm on my thigh while he leans in closer to inspect my knees. “They’re going to scab, Baby girl, but not too bad. As long as we put some Neosporin on them, they’ll be fine.”
He lifts me back onto the counter before examining both knees once more. When he bends his head and blows on the boo-boos, I lick my lips. “That feels good, Sir.”
He smiles at me again. “I thought it would. Can you sit really still if I leave you on the counter to grab the first aid kit?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He steadies me, scooting me back a few inches as if he thinks I might actually fall. It’s endearing, and my heart is pounding.
When he turns around to open a cabinet behind him, I get a good look at his backside. His ass is amazing, and his shoulders are so broad. He’s definitely Daddy material.
He turns back to me and sets the first aid kit on the counter. “Good girl. Stay nice and still for me while I put some ointment on your palms and knees.”
I wince as he rubs it into my knees and then again when he lifts my small hands into his to apply it to my palms.
“Better?” He blows on both palms a few times.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. “How do you know so much about boo-boos?”
He winks at me. “Well, cops know quite a bit about first aid, and Daddies know even more.”
“I didn’t know you were a police officer before tonight,” I tell him.
“Yep. I used to work right here on the mainland, but a few months ago I took a job on Regression Island. Have you heard of it?”
My breath hitches. “Yes. My friend Briana moved there with her Daddies a while back.”
“Ah. That’s Zephyr and Dr. Andy’s Little girl, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Do you know them?”
“Sure. I know just about everyone on the island. Have you been there?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not…” I swallow. “I mean, I don’t play that young.”
“Ah. Well, it’s not for everyone.” Does he look disappointed? Maybe I’m seeing things.
“I don’t think you should put your pants back on over those boo-boos. Did you by chance bring a dress in that bag?”
“Yes, Sir. I was going to change into it when I got here.” I glance at my bag and bite my lip. It’s going to be tough changing my clothes with my palms stinging and covered with Neosporin.
“A dress will be perfect. I bet you’re pretty shook-up. How about if we get you changed, and then you can sit on my lap for a while and drink some water? I bet if I rock you, you’ll start to relax and be able to join the other Little girls in no time at all. How does that sound?”
I nod. My heart is racing again. He’s going to help me change?
He strokes my cheek with a few fingers. “Would you like me to get someone else to help you put your dress on, Little one?”
“No, Sir. You can do it.” I’m feeling brave. I’m not an overly modest person. I don’t mind if this strong Daddy helps me get dressed if he doesn’t.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here then.” He smiles at me as he opens my bag. He lifts out my favorite red dress and holds it up. “I love this, Little one. Is red your favorite color?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Does this princess dress match your panties?” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes.
I nod again, flushing. I can’t believe he noticed.
He looks back in the bag. “Ah, red ballet flats too. You’re going to be so pretty. Anything else you need?”
I shake my head this time.
Elijah reaches for the hem of my T-shirt to pull it over my head. “Arms up, Little one.”
Goosebumps rise all over my body as he removes my shirt, leaving me in nothing but my red princess panties. I hardly ever wear a bra. My breasts aren’t very large, and I don’t ever wear one when I’m Little.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious, though, and hold my hands over my boobs as he whisks my shirt away. I try not to touch myself because I have Neosporin all over my palms, so I probably look ridiculous hiding my nipples.
Elijah reaches for my wrists and gently moves them. “You don’t want to rub the ointment off on your chest, Little one.”