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)
“Daddy…” My head rolls back and forth. I’m confused. What’s happening to me? I can’t think. I need…something. I need him to touch my special place like he did before. I arch my hips off the floor, begging for more with my body.
Daddy releases my nipple with a pop and scoots down to kiss my tummy, nibbling a path lower until his face is hovering over my private parts.
I gasp and lift my head when he plants a chaste kiss on my mound. “Daddy…” My voice is shaking as I try to squirm away from his mouth, but he grips my thighs and keeps me from wiggling away.
He finally pauses in his frenzy to lift his head. “Let Daddy kiss your pussy, Baby girl. Let me take care of you. Let me show you how good it feels.”
“My- my- pussy?” I whisper. He called my special place that when he removed my hair.
He nods as he rises onto his knees and reaches for something on the changing table. When he’s back, he’s opening a box of wipes. He holds my gaze while he slowly wipes my folds. Too slowly. He’s doing it on purpose. He’s removing the diaper cream. When he’s done, he uses his thumbs to pull my folds apart, exposing me further. “Yes, sweet girl. All of you. I will kiss every inch of your skin.” While he holds my gaze, his thumb finds my special button and rubs it.
I moan as my eyes roll back. My legs are shaking.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good, Lacey. I know you don’t understand, but you will. I’m going to give you an orgasm now, and then you’ll understand what you’re feeling.”
I drop my head back. “Okay, Daddy.” I want to feel whatever he’s talking about. I need it. I’ve never needed something so badly in my life.
He lowers his head to my private parts again. My pussy. I’ve heard that term before. Sometimes I hear it at the club. But I didn’t really understand what people were referring to. It sounds so naughty when Daddy says it. He’s talking about my folds. My special button.
Daddy covers my mound with his mouth, drags his tongue through my folds, and flicks it over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
I cry out. The flutters inside me are more like a tornado now, swirling, battling. I need something. I need a release.
Daddy circles my nub with his tongue over and over before thrusting his tongue up inside my channel. Holy moly… It feels so good. I start to panic. A weird pressure builds. I’m going to explode.
“Daddy,” I whine.
He lifts his head, giving me a break. “Don’t fight it, Baby girl. Let it feel good. Let yourself come on Daddy’s mouth.”
Come… Is that what’s going to happen? This explosion that’s building?
He lowers his mouth to my button again, captures it, flicks it rapidly. So fast I can’t think anymore. The explosion is coming. I can feel it. The tornado wants to get out of me. I’m going to break apart.
Suddenly, he scrapes the bundle of nerves with his teeth, and my body reaches some sort of crescendo. It feels like I ran really hard toward the edge of a cliff, and now I have run right off the side. For a moment in time, I hover in the air, not falling yet, and then I fall. I fall so hard I’m dizzy. My body writhes and pulses as I keep falling.
For long seconds, I’m stuck in the freefall before my descent finally slows down and I flutter like a feather to the ground. I’m panting and trembling.
Daddy has lifted his head, but he’s stroking my folds with his thumbs.
When I twist my head so I can see him without lifting it, I find him smiling. My cheeks heat. Or maybe they were already on fire.
“That, my precious sweet Little girl, was an orgasm.”
Ohhh. An orgasm. I’ve heard of that. I couldn’t imagine what it was exactly.
“Now you know.”
I nod slightly. I can’t speak.
“You’re a submissive, Lacey. When you let yourself submit to me like that, you will feel intense pleasure.”
“A submissive…” I murmur. I know some people at the Dungeon refer to themselves as submissives. Am I one? “I’m a Little,” I say, more to myself than him.
“Yep. Being Little is a type of submission. Being Little is the ultimate submission.”
I shudder as I picture the people I’ve seen at the club who like to be tied up and spanked or struck with a flogger or worse. I shake my head as I think about them. “I wouldn’t like to be hit.” When I go to the club, I keep my head down and aim directly for the playroom. I don’t like to watch people getting struck.
Daddy crawls up my limp body until he’s hovering over me, looking me in the eyes. “Not all submissives like impact play, Little one, especially not ones who have endured abuse. I told you I would never strike you. You have my word. Not with my hand or any other item.”