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…” I protest when he taps the puckered skin at the entrance.
“No part of you will be off-limits to Daddy, Lacey. I’m going to put medicine in your little bottom every morning. I want you to know what it’s going to feel like. I want you to get used to having Daddy’s fingers inside you.”
I whimper and squirm as he teases the tight entrance.
When he finally pushes his finger into my hole, I moan. I can’t believe how it could possibly feel good. It’s so naughty. It seems dirty. Literally and figuratively. But Daddy is staring at me so intently.
“That’s my good girl. Submit to Daddy. Submit all of yourself to me, Little one.” He eases his finger in and out.
I can’t fight the strange sensation that’s growing inside me. It’s so intense, especially with Daddy holding my gaze. He slides his thumb to my special button—my clit—and rubs it, causing me to feel an intense orgasm building.
My eyes roll back as I accept the feelings. I’m starting to fully understand what it means to be Little and why I’m so attracted to the idea. There’s no greater feeling in the world than having Daddy devote his entire attention to me.
He’s going to take me places I never dreamed of. Not just physical places like Littleworld but intense emotional places where I explode into tiny pieces under his touch.
He pushes his finger deeper into my bottom and presses firmly against my clit. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel your bottom pulse around my finger. Show me how good it feels to submit to Daddy.”
I shatter. Every part of me seems to scatter around the room. And I’m not sorry. There’s no greater feeling in the world.
Chapter Twelve
Three days later…
I’m jumping up and down when Daddy declares we are going to the zoo today. He won’t take me to the amusement park or the water park until my wrist is fully healed, but he says we can stay at the zoo all morning as long as I don’t try to do anything strenuous with my left hand.
“I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.” I’m giddy as I watch him fill my diaper bag with everything we’ll need for a morning at the zoo. We haven’t left the house since we got here. Daddy wanted us to have time to bond and for me to have plenty of time to acclimate to my new home.
And read. I’ve read half of the books we checked out at the library so far, and Daddy taught me how to use his tablet to check out digital books online. I can’t wait to peruse the options.
But today we are going out for fun.
“Harness or stroller?” Daddy asks.
I glance at the stroller. I haven’t been in it yet, but I feel like it will be harder to see the animals if I’m sitting restrained in the stroller. “Harness,” I declare, holding out my arms for him to put the straps on me.
He chuckles as he squats down to help me into the five-point restraint system. “My girl really likes to be restricted, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admit. No sense denying it. I haven’t worn this harness since the day we arrived. I’ve thought about it, though. Sometimes when I’m alone in my crib or the playpen, I remember what it felt like for Daddy to tug on the leash.
My breath hitches as he adjusts it, nearly lifting me off the floor as he tightens the strap between my legs and the ones over my breasts.
He slides his fingers under the front and lets his knuckles graze over my nipples as if making sure it’s tight enough.
I shudder and sway toward him. Maybe we should stay home instead.
It’s been five days since Daddy plucked me out of the Dungeon. I’ve barely been out of his sight since then. He makes me feel like a princess, and he gives me pleasure usually twice a day.
It’s not enough, though. I want him inside me. I long for the day he will put his shaft in me. He keeps putting me off, telling me I need to be certain I want to stay on the island before he claims me in every way.
Daddy straps me into the car seat on the back of the golf cart, and I swing my legs and enjoy the breeze as he drives us to the zoo. I’m grinning from ear to ear as Daddy parks in the lot and bouncing on my feet again when he sets me on the ground.
He chuckles as he puts his backpack on. “You are the sweetest Little girl I’ve ever met,” he says as he squats in front of me. He pulls me close and meets me eye to eye. “What are the rules?”
“Daddy…”
He lifts a brow.
I huff. “I won’t stray from you. I won’t tug on the leash all day. I won’t hold my pee pee in. I’ll use my diaper. I promise.”