Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
When we reach the kitchen, he opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle. A baby bottle. I notice there are three bottles in the fridge, already prepared as though he anticipated feeding me from a bottle.
I’m not sure how I feel about taking a bottle. What if I don’t like it?
He meets my gaze as he shakes it. “I ordered a regression kit from the island so we could try out some of the younger aspects of being Little. I’ve heard the formula tastes delicious. Did you know Littles on the island get all their nutrition from formula when they first arrive?”
I nod slowly. I learned that from Josie.
“I didn’t want to take their word for it, though.” He winks. “I tried it myself. It’s like a vanilla smoothie. I bet you’ll like it. It’s easy on the tummy and helps Little girls slide into a more regressed headspace.”
Gabriel takes off the lid, pops the bottle in the microwave for a few seconds, and then retrieves it. “I don’t want it to be too cold, Baby girl.”
Thank God for the pacifier. It’s keeping me from protesting. Of course I could take it out. My hands work just fine. But I don’t because I’m using it to hide my feelings while I process everything that’s happening.
It’s a jumbled mess in my head. Gabriel is throwing so many new things at me. Mostly I’m enjoying myself. It’s scary, but if I’m honest, I like how I feel in his arms with him taking care of me.
He returns to the nursery and the rocking chair. As soon as he sits and situates me on his lap, he pops the pacifier out and immediately taps my lips with the nipple of the bottle. “Open up, Baby girl.”
I obey him because I love the way he smiles at me when I do as he tells me. The nipple is identical to the one on the pacifier. I’m sure that’s not an accident. It only takes me moments to get the hang of it, and then I’m sucking the formula.
He’s right. It tastes like vanilla. It’s yummy.
“Good girl.” His smile is huge. He’s so happy. He rocks me gently as I suck, his palm once again on my bottom, patting me rhythmically. I can’t remember when I’ve been so nurtured. It feels oddly natural as if we’ve done this a hundred times.
The only part that’s out of place is my adult dress and the lingerie under it. I close my eyes as I suck, visualizing myself in the outfit he set on the changing table. If I were wearing it, it would complete the experience. I’ve been stubborn, though, and Gabriel has been patient.
I think about this room. This nursery. What would it be like to spend time in here as his Baby girl? He’s the only man I’ve ever felt comfortable enough with to let him touch me like he is. He’s the only man who’s ever had his hand so close to my private parts. He’s also the only man who’s ever made me feel this fluttering that won’t stop in my tummy.
Suddenly the bottle is empty, and I’m sucking air.
Gabriel removes it from my mouth and sets it on the shelf next to us. “What did you think, Baby girl? Was it good?”
I whimper and look around for my pacifier.
Gabriel holds it up. “You want this back?”
I nod and reach for it.
He holds it out of my grasp. “Little girls who enjoy pacifiers and bottles don’t wear sexy black adult dresses, do they?”
I slowly shake my head.
“How about this. I’ll let you have the paci back if you let Daddy change you out of this dress into something more appropriate.”
I swallow, hesitating. I glance over at the changing table. I want to wear that pretty white dress with the flowers on it. I’m nervous, but not about the dress. My anxiety is all about Gabriel seeing me naked.
“You want that dress on, don’t you, Zia?”
I nod, not meeting his gaze.
“The reason for your hesitation is that you’re nervous about Daddy seeing you naked.”
I nod again, my cheeks heating. I reach for the pacifier again. Would he please let me have it so I don’t have to talk?
He keeps it out of reach. “Look at me, Baby girl.”
I draw in a breath and meet his gaze.
“It’s easier if you don’t have to talk about your feelings. I understand that, but today is all about getting to know each other and figuring out what our power exchange will look like. To do that, I need you to talk to me, Zia.” He lifts a brow.
I sigh. I know he’s right. “It’s hard,” I murmur.
“I know it’s hard, Baby girl, but it’s important. I want to ask you a few questions. If you can be brave and answer them truthfully, I’ll let you have the pacifier back for a while. How’s that sound?”