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)
Chapter Fourteen
Tori could not stop grinning. She’d had the perfect day with her Daddy. After a million bajillion more pictures, she had sketched in her new pad while her Daddy had popped open his laptop and downloaded the pictures.
It had been relaxing. She loved just sitting next to him, even when they weren’t talking. She never felt awkward or uncomfortable.
When they’d returned to his house, he’d made her a healthy dinner of grilled chicken, green beans, and potatoes. She’d eaten every bite because he was an amazing cook and she liked all those foods.
After dinner, Evan had tucked her into his lap and turned on a movie. She hadn’t seen it before. It was a cartoon about a bunch of animals who had to help their friend get back to his owners. She laughed through the entire film, so comfortable in her Daddy’s lap with his fingers running through her hair.
“What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” he asked as the closing credits began.
She sighed, hating the reminder about the real world. “One.”
He smiled. “Will you stay with me again tonight, Little one? I’ll take you home after breakfast tomorrow.”
She wiggled against him. “Aren’t you tired of me yet?”
“Never, Curls. I’ll never be tired of you. If I had my way, we would go pack up your stuff and move you into my house and I’d never let you go.”
Her eyes widened. “You would?”
He nodded. “Yes. But I won’t rush you. You take all the time you need to realize you’re mine. When you’re ready, we’ll make it official.”
The idea still scared her a bit. It was hard to believe this was really happening. Was Evan really her Daddy? For real?
When she was alone with him, she felt like everything was so perfect. She was herself all the time. Little. Sometimes very Little. Though she hadn’t let herself slide that young today. She was still in her shorts and T-shirt. The hairclips made her feel younger, but she hadn’t gone into the nursery or asked her Daddy if he minded if she could spend the rest of the day at a younger age.
She fiddled with the front of his shirt, staring at the button.
Daddy wrapped his hand over hers and kissed her forehead. “You don’t have to stay the night, Little one, if you don’t want to. I can take you home now.”
She swallowed and lifted her gaze. “I want to, Daddy.”
He smiled. “I’m glad, Little one. You need to text your brother again, so he won’t be worried.”
“Right. I should do that.” She had texted him twice during the day at Evan’s encouragement. He was good at remembering. She was grateful.
Tori felt kind of lost and less at ease when Daddy lifted her off his lap, set her on her feet, and rose to standing. He headed toward the kitchen counter to grab her phone and brought it back to her.
She quickly texted her brother that she’d be home the next morning and handed it back.
Daddy sat on the edge of the coffee table and grabbed her hips. He had to tip his head back to see her face at this height, and she assumed it was intentional. “You got awfully quiet, Little one. Tell Daddy what you’re thinking.”
She licked her lips and fidgeted her fingers in front of her. She was about to pick on her nail polish when Daddy set his hand on top of hers.
“You can tell Daddy anything, Curls. I mean it. In fact, I insist. Whatever is going on in your head, I want to hear it. Would you like to spend some time on the naughty chair in your nursery to help you find your words?”
She shook her head. That naughty chair definitely didn’t help her find words. She shuddered at the memory of all those orgasms. Then again, maybe sometimes there would be merit to misbehaving. Although, she’d rather Daddy give her orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, or his erection. The vibrator between her legs had left her wanting.
“Tori…” he warned.
She found her courage. “Could I maybe spend some more time at a younger age, Daddy?”
His brows lifted. “Of course, Little one. Any time you want. Nothing pleases Daddy more than taking care of his baby girl. I told you that, remember?”
She shrugged. “It’s a lot of work.”
“It’s something I enjoy, so it’s not work at all. The younger the age you play in, the deeper the trust. It warms my heart when you submit so fully to me. It tells me you trust me to take care of you in every way.”
She leaned into him and hugged his neck. “I love when you do those things for me, Daddy.”
He swept her off the floor and into his arms, carrying her through the house to the master bedroom and into the master bathroom. “Let’s get you in the bath first. Letting Daddy wash you will help you get into a younger headspace. When I lift you out, you can be my baby girl for a while before bedtime. How’s that sound?”