Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She knew the braids looked silly to other people, but her Little really liked them, and when she was in the apartment, she appeased her Little every chance she could.
Theo picked her up again and carried her to the kitchen next. She couldn’t keep from smiling. She liked how he held her and carried her. She tried to ignore the fact that she weighed more than necessary. He’d insisted he didn’t care.
He settled her on the counter and set his hands on her hips, meeting her gaze. “Enough stalling. Tell me about the cuffs, sweetie.”
Well, crap. Apparently he wasn’t going to let that subject die.
She played with an imaginary thread on the hem of her dress, letting her feet sway, feeling so very Little. “I like to feel forced. I like to pretend I don’t have a choice but to stay in my bed and use my diaper and…” She pursed her lips.
“And what, sweetie? Finish that sentence.”
She inhaled slowly, mortified. “I’m not allowed to touch myself,” she whispered.
Theo released her hips and slid his hands up her arms until he cupped her face with both palms. “That’s very clever, sweetie. Creative. No reason to be embarrassed. There’s nothing wrong with preferring to be forced to submit. It’s logical. I bet it helps you rationalize your desire to be Little. You can’t help it if it’s not your fault.”
She nodded slowly.
“But you know what, sweetie?”
“What?” she murmured.
“You don’t need to rationalize your preference. There’s nothing wrong with being Little. There’s nothing wrong with preferring to be forced either. Both feelings are normal.”
Annie tried to absorb his words, but she wasn’t sure she believed him. She certainly didn’t know anyone else who liked to be Little. Nor did she know anyone who liked to be forced. Wasn’t she odd?
Maybe not. Theo didn’t think so, and Theo was the handsomest most perfect Daddy ever. He couldn’t be wrong.
Chapter Three
Annie had the best evening of her life. Theo made her grilled cheese and tomato soup before he dumped a puzzle on the coffee table and helped her put it together. After that, they watched an animated movie.
She sat in his lap and sucked on her pacifier while they watched. She’d never had so much fun in her life. Nor had she ever spent that length of time with a Daddy figure, and certainly not one who understood her needs and catered to them.
She was yawning when the movie ended, but she didn’t want the evening to be over.
Theo patted her hip. “Let’s get you to bed, sweetie. You had a rough day. I know you’re exhausted.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to go to bed yet. I want to watch another movie.” She knew she wouldn’t be able to stay up long enough to watch, but she didn’t want Theo to leave.
He chuckled. “It’s past your bedtime, and Little girls don’t get to stay up that late.” He rose, carrying her again, and headed for the kitchen.
She snuggled against him, settling her head on his shoulder as he found a bottle and filled it with milk.
“I assume you drink milk since you have a gallon of it in your fridge,” he pointed out.
She nodded.
“Do you like it heated at night or cold?”
“Cold.”
He carried her back to the living room and cradled her in his arms, feeding her the bottle while he rocked her.
She was so content, so happy. This was definitely the best night ever. Her no good, horrible day had turned into the perfect evening. She hadn’t faced her problems, but she was able to push them to the side for several hours and slide into deep Little space.
When the bottle was empty, Theo carried her to her bedroom. He eased her onto the bed, removed her clothes, and surprised her by cuffing her wrists. He even tightened them so she couldn’t bring her hands toward her.
She whimpered, lying there in nothing but a diaper, aware of her bare breasts and the way her tummy jiggled as she squirmed.
Theo sat next to her on the edge of the bed and put his palm on her belly. “It’s been a long time since you went potty, sweetie. Wet that diaper for me, and then I’ll change you, give you a bath, and put jammies on you for the night.
Her body trembled. She wanted to please him. She was also aroused. She hadn’t been this aroused with another person in years. Maybe never. She had no idea if Theo was interested in her that way. Maybe he was simply being a kind Daddy figure and helping her out. After all, he’d explained The Nurturing Center better after dinner. It sounded like heaven to her. The perfect place where she could be Little all the time and find a forever Daddy.
Theo hadn’t mentioned possibly becoming her forever Daddy a single time, but she hoped he’d thought about it.