Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She comes to a halt a few feet from me, which makes my heart rate slow down. I thought she was going to tackle me to the ground, and I’m not very good at that kind of contact.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” she shouts, bouncing up and down. “I love it when someone from the mainland visits. Someone I know, that is.”
I smile. Even though I don’t know Petra well, I do know she was attacked by a mugger in the parking lot of the Dungeon one night, and it made her so scared and nervous that she wasn’t sleeping. I felt sad for her. I’m so glad she met Elijah, and he helped her move forward.
“I already set up a blanket for us so we can make a sandcastle,” she declares, pointing over her shoulder. “Do you want to make a sandcastle with me?”
I nod. “Yes. That sounds like fun.”
I glance at Daddy who gives me a nod before I take off with Petra, skipping toward her spot on the beach, the men trailing behind us.
Petra indeed has everything set up for us already. Blanket, towels, and a bunch of shovels and different buckets. “Daddy told me you don’t like the color red. I didn’t bring anything red,” she declares. Her voice isn’t mocking me at all.
“Yeah, I can’t explain it. My brain messes with me. I have some weird sensitivities.”
“Oh, trust me. I understand how the brain can play tricks on you. Brains are meanies. I still wake up screaming some nights, thinking someone is attacking me. It’s better now that I live here on the island where crime is nearly nonexistent, but my brain still doesn’t always get the memo.”
I smile. I know my problem is different from hers, but she understands.
The shadows of our Daddies appear, making me glance up to find Chase dropping our bags. “Let’s get sunscreen on you, princess, before you get burnt.”
When I turn to face him, he sits on a beach chair, reaches for the hem of my shirt, and pulls it over my head without a word.
I shudder and try not to overreact, but it’s hard when he removes my diaper two seconds later, leaving me naked. Instead of helping me into a swim diaper like I expect, he picks up the sunscreen and pours some into his palm.
I purse my lips the moment his hands reach for my arms. I’ve never been this exposed in my entire life. Naked. Outside. On the beach. Petra and Elijah are less than two feet away. I can’t look at them though.
Daddy rubs his hands up my arms and my shoulders. “Breathe, princess,” he whispers.
I shake my head. I can’t breathe. Is he crazy?
He slides his hands down to my chest and rubs the lotion into my boobies.
I gasp, which forces in air. “Daddy…” I murmur. My nipples are getting harder, and I have to squeeze my legs together.
He gives me a wink and continues down to my tummy. Luckily, he slides past my pussy—which can’t possibly need sunscreen—and works on my thighs. When he reaches my feet, he says, “Turn around, princess.”
I don’t want to turn around. That will make me feel even more exposed. I shudder, fighting the urge to cover my boobies. I feel very, very young and small and vulnerable and controlled.
It’s an intense feeling. It overwhelms me. It’s confusing. I’m hornier than I was this morning at the doctor’s office. My entire body is on fire. I swear if he commanded me to orgasm right now, I could do so without any contact.
The idea of turning around so that Petra and Elijah and everyone else walking by on the beach will have a full view of my naked body makes my legs weak. I’m embarrassed to realize it’s because I like it. I like it when Daddy dominates me so totally that I have no other options but to obey him.
I slowly turn around, keeping my gaze lowered and my hands fisted at my sides.
“That’s my good girl.” He sets his hands on my hips and pulls me back several inches so I’m between his legs. Instead of rubbing lotion into my back as expected though, his hands slide up to cup my boobies.
My vision blurs.
He thumbs my nipples as if he hadn’t just put sunscreen on them already. His lips come to my ear. “You’re so very gorgeous when you submit to me like this, Josie.” His voice is deep. Filled with need.
I whimper.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? To let Daddy take charge. Let Daddy decide who sees you naked.” His hands wander from my breasts to my thighs, where his thumbs rub inches from my pussy. “Let yourself submit to me. Let Daddy make all the decisions. Let yourself feel the desperation. Embrace it. It’s who you are. My sweet Josie enjoys very young age play. It’s comforting and safe. It lets a giant weight lift off your shoulders. You don’t do anything unless Daddy says so. You take your bottles when Daddy says; you fill your diaper when Daddy says; you expose your body when Daddy says.”