Zia’s Daddies – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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“So your plan is to marry a vanilla man of their choice, deny who you are inside, and spend your life miserably pretending to be someone you’re not?”

When he puts it that way, it sounds awful. “I don’t know,” I murmur. I shudder at the thought of marrying some stuffy man, pretending to be vanilla, and worst of all, having his babies.

“People all over the world make the decision to out themselves to their parents every day of the week, Little one. It’s scary, and sometimes it doesn’t go well. But you have to ask yourself what’s worse? What if the very worst-case scenario occurs and your parents are unwilling to support your lifestyle choices? Let’s say they disown you and never speak to you again. That’s very sad, but at least you’d be honoring yourself and happy in your chosen skin.”

I continue to comb the Barbie’s long blond hair while I ponder his words. “I don’t know,” I finally murmur.

“I’m just giving you something to think about. For one thing, it breaks my heart to see anyone not living authentically in order to please someone else. But more importantly, Zia, I know in my heart that you’re meant to be my Little girl. I’ve known it for a long time. I’ve been drawn to you like a magnet since I met you. Today solidifies my beliefs.”

I look up at him. “How?”

He rubs his hands together. “I couldn’t be certain how young you might like to play before I brought you home. I suspected, but I could have been wrong. I hoped, but I didn’t let myself put the cart before the horse. Now that you’re here, I know beyond a doubt that you would thrive in a regressed environment. Two or three hours a week at the club will never be enough for you. Not long term.”

I hold my breath. Tears threaten to fall. I try to stop them, but they escape, and so does a sob.

“Come here, Baby girl.” Daddy holds out his hands.

I hesitate, and then set the Barbie down and crawl to him. When he can reach me, he lifts me off the floor and settles me in his lap. He pops the pacifier in my mouth and rocks me, patting my diaper-covered bottom.

Tears keep falling, but I let them. At least I’m not sobbing so hard that I’m in an ugly cry. Eventually they dry up. I’m so sleepy that I doze in his lap until he lifts me, carries me to the crib, and places me on my back. He grabs Teddy and tucks him into my arms before rubbing my tummy. “You need a nap, Baby girl.” He kisses my forehead, lifts the side of the crib, and secures it into a locked position.

I suck the paci as he reaches over and drapes a soft pink blanket over me. My legs are bent and splayed out wide to accommodate the diaper. The position makes me feel very young.

Daddy smiles at me. “I have a monitor so I can see you at all times. I’ll be here in seconds when you wake up. Your crib is a safe place to rest. You may not get out of it without Daddy’s help. No standing in the crib, understood?”

I nod as a shiver makes the fine hairs stand up on my arms. He’s so dominant, and I’m falling hard for him. I love how he nurtures me. It’s like a slice of heaven on Earth. I want to keep it.

I watch as he quietly exits my nursery, smiling when he leaves the door ajar, and then I let myself succumb to sleep. The stress of everything happening in my head has worn me out.

Chapter Six

When I wake up sometime later, I feel much better. I didn’t sleep well last night, so I was exhausted. Now I’m less fragile and eager to explore the nursery.

I push to sitting and drop my paci. “Daddy?”

In seconds, he’s coming toward me. His smile is radiant. “Hey there, Little one. You slept so hard I wasn’t sure you were ever going to wake up.”

I grin at him. “I was tired.”

“How about a bottle and some snuggles, and then we can play a game together or do a puzzle?”

“Okay. I need to use the bathroom first.” My bladder is about to burst.

Daddy lowers the side of the crib, lifts me into his arms, and carries me to the changing table.

I whimper when he lowers me onto my back and restrains my wrists like earlier. “Daddy…”

He pushes up my dress so he can set his hand on my tummy and rubs.

I draw my knees up and groan when he presses against my bladder. “Daddy, I need to go potty.”

“I know you do, Baby girl. Let it out.”

I gasp. “Here?”

“Yes, Baby. Use your diaper. Let yourself relax.”


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