Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I shake my head.
“I’ve wanted to kiss those lips, too. And someday I hope you’ll let me. But right now, my only thoughts are on making sure you’re not badly injured and keeping you safe.”
I sniffle. “Okay.” I want to trust him. He’s never given me any reason not to.
“Now, I’m going to ask you some personal questions that will make you uncomfortable, but I need you to be truthful with Daddy.”
“Is that what you are? Do you want to be my Daddy?” He’s been calling himself my Daddy all evening. It makes me feel warm and tingly. It makes me happy, but does he mean it?
“Yes, Lacey. I want to be your Daddy, and since you don’t have a Daddy to take care of you, and you really need one right now, you’re stuck with me.” His eyes twinkle when he makes a joke.
“Okay.” I like the idea of him being my Daddy. I like it a lot. I don’t like the idea of having sex, though. Not tonight anyway. Maybe someday, but the idea scares me.
If I was going to have sex with someone, I would want it to be Brian. I’ve thought about it, but it’s hard to fully imagine since I don’t know what it will feel like.
“Good. The first thing I’m going to do is take your clothes off, Lacey. I need to see where you’re injured. Can you be brave for me?”
“I’m not hurt that badly,” I whisper.
“I’ll be the judge, sweet girl.”
I sigh. He’s not going to relent. “Okay.”
He doesn’t move yet. Instead he hesitates and then asks, “Has anyone ever seen you naked, Lacey?”
I shake my head as my cheeks heat.
He swallows, his brows furrowed. “What about your father? Does he see you naked?”
I scrunch up my face. “No.”
“Never? He doesn’t come into your room at night or watch you change?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Brian lets out a long breath and sets his forehead against mine. “Thank God.”
I suddenly realize what his concern is. He’s been worried my father touched me like a man touches a woman. He’s never done that.
Brian finally lets go of me to slide off the edge of the bed. He gently drags me closer and helps me sit. “I’m going to take your dress off, Little one. Arms up.”
I start shaking as he lifts my dress up. The moment it clears my head, I cover my breasts with both hands. I’m nervous and embarrassed.
He doesn’t say anything as he lowers me to my back before hooking his finger in the elastic of my tights and pulling both them and my panties down my legs.
I grit my teeth and squeeze my legs together. I’m breathing heavily when he leans over me and sets his palms on either side of my shoulders. “Look at me, Baby girl.”
I bite my lip again as I meet his gaze, my hands trembling over my breasts.
“How long have you known you were Little, Lacey?”
I shrug. “A long time.”
“How did you figure that out?”
“I googled it,” I tell him.
He chuckles slightly. “My sweet girl hasn’t had books or a light bulb in her bedroom, but she googles things.”
“Only when my father isn’t home. He doesn’t know I can use a computer. I only went to school through the eighth grade, but they taught us to use computers. I just never told him. It’s easier to pretend I’m stupid because that’s how he likes me.”
Brian frowns. “Well, you’re not stupid. You know that, right? That’s not a nice word.”
I nod. “I know I’m not stupid, Daddy,” I say, gasping a moment later when I realize I’ve called him Daddy.
He grins wider than ever. “I like the sound of that. I think you should call me Daddy from now on.”
“What if you change your mind?”
He shakes his head. “I’m never going to change my mind. You’re the most precious, sweet girl I’ve ever met. I’m so sorry you’ve had such a hard life. I’m even more sorry I didn’t know about it until now. I would have gotten you out of there a long time ago. I’m kind of mad at myself for not noticing the signs.”
I frown. “It’s not your fault. I’ve learned to hide my feelings.”
“And your booboos.”
“And my booboos,” I whisper.
“You remember I’m a nurse, right, Little one?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how many naked Little girls I see in the clinic every day?”
I gasp.
He chuckles again. “Sweet girl, nearly all the females on the island are adult Little girls. A few are Mommies, but most are Little girls.”
“And you see them naked?” I ask, incredulously.
“Every day. It’s my job to help the doctors make sure all the Littles on the island are healthy.”
“Oh.”
“Do you think you can lower your hands so Daddy can examine you, sweet girl?”
I think about his request. “I’m…”
“You’re what, Little one?”