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’m in an odd blissful state that doesn’t diminish. I’ve been hovering here ever since Daddy made me come yesterday morning. He awakened something inside me I didn’t know existed, and it’s been smoldering ever since.
“We’re almost there, Baby girl.” He pulls on the leash attached to the middle of my back so that I’m forced to take a few steps backward until I’m between his legs, his front against my back.
He flattens a palm over my tummy and brings his lips to my ear. “You’re going to thrive here, sweet girl.”
I’m scared, but I think he’s right. All I keep thinking is that I’m finally free.
I trust Daddy. He’s told me several times he will not ever hit me—not in anger or for play—and I believe him. My fears have nothing to do with him and everything to do with my father. In a few hours, he will arrive home to find me gone. I didn’t even leave a note. I also didn’t take anything with me that would cause him to think I ran away. The only thing I took was my backpack and the box. I don’t think he’s aware I own either.
“Are you nervous, Baby girl?” Daddy whispers in my ear.
“A little,” I admit. I look around the ferry. “Are you sure my father can’t hop on a ferry and come find me?”
“Positive. No one can board the ferry without being well-vetted. Besides, he has no idea where you disappeared to, Little one.” Daddy turns me around so I’m facing him. He cups my face. “I hired a private investigator to watch your father, Lacey.”
My breath hitches. “Really?”
“Yes. He’ll report to me when your father returns home and exactly what he does. I don’t want you to worry about it. I’ll handle anything that comes up, okay?”
I nod, but now I’m panicking about the safety of the private investigator.
“Your life of abuse is over, sweet girl. Gone. I’ve got you now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I notice how he keeps speaking as if I’m his forever and ever. I really want to be, but I refuse to hope he will not grow tired of me. What if he changes his mind and doesn’t want me anymore? Where would I go? What would I do?
“Just a few more minutes and we’ll pull up to the dock. I need you to stay right next to Daddy all the time. It’s crowded. I don’t want to lose you.”
I grab the buckle at the front of my harness and give it a tug. “How could I possibly wander away?”
He chuckles. “Are you being cheeky with your Daddy?”
I giggle. Maybe I am.
When the ferry docks, Daddy holds me back, keeping me between his legs. He slides one palm under my harness on my tummy and keeps me close.
While people rush to the stairs to descend and disembark, Daddy doesn’t move. His fingers dragged across the lower swell of my breasts, teasing me, making the flutters return full force in my tummy.
My pussy is wet and swollen. My breasts feel heavy. My nipples keep rubbing against the harness, and now Daddy is stroking his fingers precariously close to the tight buds without touching them.
I’m a ball of need on shaky legs by the time Daddy finally eases me out from between his knees and rises. “Ready?”
I nod, but I’m not sure my legs will hold me up. I think he’s playing dirty with me, making me feel such distracting things.
Daddy holds my leash in his hand, keeping me constantly aware of my body’s reaction to him. When we finally step off the ferry, Daddy instructs someone to deliver our bags to his home and then guides me toward a parking lot filled with rows and rows of golf carts.
“Where are all the cars?” I ask.
“No cars are allowed on the island, Little one. Everyone has electric golf carts.” We reach the one that must be his, and he surprises me by lifting me up by the hips, swinging me into an adult car seat, and fastening me in. Now there are more things cinched tight around me—a harness on top of another harness. He didn’t remove the straps around my body when we reached the golf cart.
Daddy climbs onto the seat in front of me, starts the cart, and pulls out of the lot.
I rarely blink as we pass beautiful greenery before finally entering the center of town. I see the street sign. It’s even called Main Street. There are businesses on both sides of the road, and I squeal with delight when we pass the library.
It only takes a few minutes to get to the other end of Main Street, and then Daddy parks. I’m left sitting in my seat staring at the front of the clinic, panicking. I haven’t let myself think about this visit to see the doctor because I knew it would do no good and only serve to keep me nervous and fidgeting all day.