Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
With one finger on her clit and two in her pussy, he set a fourth on the tight little button of her ass. His Little girl clenched, but she didn’t fight him. She lifted her head, gripped his thigh with both hands, and came. Hard. Fast. Gorgeous.
“That’s it, Cupcake. Come all over Daddy’s fingers. So precious. Such a good girl.”
Grayson was wrapped all the way around this Little girl’s finger, a place he was proud to be. He couldn’t believe he’d finally found his one and only. He couldn’t wait to start their new lives together.
He knew it was happening fast, but he also knew it was right.
He prayed nothing would happen to dampen his perfect world.
Chapter Eleven
Valerie felt timid and nervous as she entered her Daddy’s house. She hadn’t known what to expect, and this was such a huge step.
His hand was on her back as he guided her into the kitchen from the garage entrance. “It’s okay to come all the way inside, Cupcake,” he teased. “I don’t have any Little-girl-eating dragons or anything.”
She giggled, partly from nerves. His house was warm and inviting. It was bigger than hers. His kitchen was modern and bright with white cabinets and stainless-steel appliances. He had a white kitchen table and chairs too. On one of the chairs was a booster seat.
She turned to look at him. “Do you have a niece or nephew?” She was pretty sure he didn’t have kids. Surely he would have told her that.
He frowned. “No. Why do you ask?”
She pointed at the booster seat. “Who is that for?”
He grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and swung her around, making her squeal. “You, silly girl. Little girls can reach the table better to eat and color if they have a booster seat, plus Daddy can strap you to the seat so you don’t slide off onto the floor or escape.”
She giggled. “Escape!” Why would she want to escape?
“Yeah. I wouldn’t want to have my back to you cooking dinner, and turn around to find you gone from the room off getting into mischief somewhere in the house,” he teased.
As she slid down his body, her dress rose up, exposing her panties. She quickly tugged it down. Her Daddy had rummaged in her closet and chosen this dress. She found she liked him picking out her clothes. This one was navy blue, and he’d totally dressed her himself, helping her into her panties and her dress before adding her shoes and fixing her hair. He’d relented on his no-panties rule and chosen the tiniest bikini panties she owned so they wouldn’t touch the tattoo. He hadn’t given her a bra, and she hadn’t said anything. She was sure it hadn’t been an oversight.
Valerie didn’t usually go without a bra outside of the house. She sometimes did when she was alone at home, when she wanted to feel especially Little, but not in public.
Grayson hadn’t taken her out in public though. He’d brought her directly to his house. “Let’s go explore,” he declared. He patted her bottom, making her wince. It was still red and tingly, but she liked it. “Make yourself at home, Baby girl. Nothing is off limits in Daddy’s house.” He hesitated before lifting her chin. “Except knives and other dangerous items.”
She giggled. “I can use a knife, you know. I’m twenty-seven.”
He gave her a stern Daddy look. “Not when you’re Little, which will be most of the time when we’re at home, Cupcake. No knives. No stoves. No ovens. Nothing too dangerous for Little girls.”
She gasped. She studied his face and determined he was serious. She wasn’t sure in her head how she should feel about his declaration, but her body was traitorous. Her panties grew wet, and her nipples stiffened against the front of her dress.
This was all happening so fast. It was a whirlwind. Five days ago, she’d finally gotten brave enough to step into Maniac Tats. Now she was living in a dream with the best fantasy Daddy in the world treating her exactly like she’d always imagined a Daddy would do.
He guided her through the house, pointing to everything of interest, making her feel at home. Could she live here? She wasn’t overly attached to her house. It was a rental. Just a place to live with rent in her price range.
Maybe Grayson hadn’t been serious about never sleeping alone again. It was hard to believe he could know he wanted her with such certainty already. She refused to let herself get too attached in case everything blew up in her face.
When they stepped into the master bedroom, she smiled at his masculine touches. The king-sized bed was high off the floor. The furniture was all mahogany and large.
“Are you ready to see the nursery, Cupcake?”
That had been foremost in her mind from the moment he’d mentioned it earlier this morning. She’d even given up the idea of climbing back into bed to snuggle naked so she could get to his house sooner. “Yes, Daddy.” She turned toward the bedroom door, but he stopped her with an arm around her waist from behind.