Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her desk was spilling with papers, markers, pencils, and crayons. Two of the drawers on her dresser were partially open because they wouldn’t close. Her closet was also standing open. She worried about the wisdom of letting Evan see this side of her.
“You really are fond of pink,” he pointed out.
“It’s the best color ever,” she insisted.
He slid a hand to her face and looked her in the eyes again. “I’m so glad I found you.” His voice was husky and deep, and she gasped when he took her lips, kissing her deeper this time. He pulled her around to his front, flattening her chest to his as he dipped his tongue into her mouth and gently stroked every millimeter of space.
She was panting when he released her lips. A bit dizzy. And rather aroused. Her nipples were hard against her bra, and her panties were damp between her legs. She’d be mortified if he found out.
“You are the most precious Little girl I’ve ever met, Tori. I’m going to prove to you that you belong to me.”
She shuddered when he released her to point at the white eyelet sweater she’d set on the unmade bed. “You might need that sweater. It could get chilly.”
Afraid he would see her nipples puckered under her thin dress and bra, she twisted away from him to grab the sweater, trying to stuff her arms into the holes quickly.
She failed though because the sleeves were inside out, and she flinched when Evan took the sweater out of her hands to right the garment. “Turn around, Little girl.”
She crossed her arms as she faced him, feeling beyond nervous. Obviously, she couldn’t put the sweater on with her arms crossed, but she also didn’t want him to see how he’d affected her, so she hugged her chest awkwardly with one forearm while trying to snatch the sweater with the other.
Evan moved the sweater out of reach and lifted her chin. He was grinning, his eyes dancing with mirth.
Tori nearly died. If only the floor would swallow her whole. He knew, didn’t he?
“Curls, no reason to hide from your Daddy. And there’s no reason to be embarrassed either. I saw the points of your nipples pressing against the front of your dress. I’m incredibly glad you’re aroused by my kisses.” He tugged her arm away from her chest, still holding her gaze.
She gasped. The heat in her cheeks went up a hundred degrees.
“Eventually, I’m going to see every inch of you, Curls. Not tonight, but one day soon. In the meantime, feel free to continue wearing adorable dresses like this one that make it hard to hide your reaction to me.” His voice was teasing but not in a mean way. He was pleased.
She gasped when his hands landed on her waist so he could lift her off the floor. He set her on the edge of her bed before picking up one of her sandals and crouching down in front of her to put it on.
She was so stunned it took her a moment to process what he was doing as his hand slid up the back of her calf in just the way she’d imagined earlier in the shower.
He had both sandals on her before she took a proper breath. “There,” he stated as he rose and helped her into her sweater next. “I think you’ll be more comfortable in shoes.” He winked. “I bet you were so frazzled you didn’t realize you weren’t wearing them yet.”
She nodded. “I told you I’m a mess. I warned you.”
He helped her hop down from the bed and tipped her chin back again. “I don’t mind a bit. I think it’s cute.”
“I try to be tidy, but even when I clean up it always ends up like this again in less than a day.”
“Maybe you haven’t had the right incentives,” he suggested.
She gasped. “What kind of incentives?”
“The kind where Daddies give Little girls rewards for cleaning their rooms and spank their bottoms when they don’t.” His voice was firm. He wasn’t kidding, though the corners of his lips were turned up just a fraction.
Her eyes widened. Every inch of her body shivered at the suggestion. She’d read scenes like he described in books, but she’d never in her wildest dreams expected to meet a Daddy at all, let alone be told he might spank her.
She licked her trembling lips. “Would you really spank me?”
He nodded. “I’ll definitely spank you, Curls.” He twirled one of her curls around one of his fingers. “Often, I suspect. But not today. Today, we’re still getting to know each other.”
Her head was spinning.
He kissed her lips again. “I won’t be seeing your pretty nipples, nor will I be spanking your naked little bottom today. But rest assured, soon I will, so you might want to prepare yourself emotionally for that day.” He lifted a brow.