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)
Daddy removes my coloring book and crayons from in front of me. “Hands in your lap, princess.”
I shudder as I do as I’m told. This is our routine. When we’re both home and we aren’t in a hurry, Daddy likes to feed me himself. It’s hard to keep from reaching for the spoon, so he makes me tuck my hands in my lap.
I’m so aroused I don’t know how I’m going to eat at all, but Daddy knows this. He’s devious tonight. Probably because I was naughty. I bet he’s going to torment me all evening with his fingers and his lips.
Daddy blows on the first spoonful, tests the heat level with the tip of his tongue, and brings the spoon to my lips. It’s so intimate. Erotic even. I moan around the first bite because I know that drives him a bit crazy too.
“Naughty girl,” he teases.
“What?” I bat my eyes as I lick my lips. “It’s yummy. I always moan when my food is good.”
He chuckles. “It’s going to be a long night for my naughty Little girl.”
Chapter Two
“Oh my God, you’re here!” Zia squeals as I enter the daycare at the Dungeon. She rushes toward me but stops before touching me.
I’ve known Zia since I joined the club. She’s my best friend in the club. She’s always very understanding of my sensitivities.
Her gaze roams down to my Cinderella dress. “This is so pretty. Did you get it for your birthday last week?”
I nod and smile before I twirl around in a circle to let the skirt flare out. “Daddy ordered it from a special seamstress. I love it so much.” I turn to glance at him.
Daddy slides a palm down my arm and clasps my hand before leaning closer to kiss me. “Shall I let you catch up with Zia for a while?”
I nod. “Will you stay close?”
He kisses me again. “Of course, princess. I’ll stand right on the other side of the half wall and talk to some of the other Daddies. I won’t leave your sight.”
“Okay. Thank you, Daddy.”
Zia is grinning from ear to ear after I watch Daddy walk away and look back at her. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you.” I rock back and forth on my new ballet slippers. They’re super comfortable. I’ve never been as comfortable in my clothes at the Dungeon as I am tonight.
“What else did you get for your birthday?” she asks.
I beam at her. “Tickets to Littleworld. We’re going for a week.” I practically jump up and down on my toes.
Her eyes go wide. “Serious. You are so lucky!” Zia squeals, clapping her hands together as we both jump up and down now, giggling. “I can’t believe you get to go to Littleworld for an entire week. I wish I could go with you. Can I get in your suitcase?”
I giggle. “Probably. You’re tiny enough,” I joke. I spin around in a circle, twirling fast so my light blue skirt flares out all around me. I’ve been waiting impatiently to wear it the first time to the Dungeon tonight.
“You’re going to fall,” Zia teases as I come to a wobbly stop in front of her again.
I cringe and glance toward the half wall of the daycare area to find Daddy staring at me. His eyes are narrowed in a silent reprimand, but his lips are tipped up at the corners, so I know he’s not really angry at me for spinning.
I spin a lot. It’s his fault really because he keeps buying me such pretty dresses with full skirts. This one reaches almost to my knees. Most of them do.
Most of the Littles at the Dungeon wear shorter dresses than me. Daddy ordered mine slightly longer because I can’t stop myself from spinning, and he knows I wouldn’t want anyone to see my specially-made pullups either. He thinks of everything.
I could have worn panties to the club. He gave me a choice before we left the house, but since I knew I would be spending the evening in my Little headspace, I didn’t want to risk having an accident. So I chose the pullups, and my dresses are so full that no one can tell what’s on underneath.
“I love the blue. It’s so pretty,” Zia tells me.
“Thank you.” I glance at Daddy again. He’s talking to another man I’ve seen here several times. I think his name is Gabriel. And I think he talks to Daddy just outside the daycare because he has the hots for Zia.
Zia glances in the same direction as me. She stares for several seconds before shifting her attention back to me. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s biting her bottom lip.
I grin and lift my brows.
She giggles and shrugs. “A girl can look, right?”
“Of course. A girl can also walk up to a Daddy she likes and talk to him,” I point out. I’ve seen her stare at him longingly many times in the past.