Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Wiggling against me in a way that seemed more about thinking than getting me harder, Dessie pouted and looked slightly more thoughtful. “And…and it won’t matter what I ask because you’ll tell me the truth and won’t get mad, and it won’t matter if I’m big or little because you like playing with all of me.”
“That’s right.” I sat up just enough to give him a quick peck. “And honestly, all of you is cute and naughty, so it’s mostly the conversation that changes.”
He tried to cross his arms and look offended but he started to giggle. “Naughty Daddy.”
And we’d already started to slip closer to his little side.
“You did it. I was boring until I met you.” Dessie did his best not to laugh but the giggles got him and he crashed into me. “See? You’re laughing. I’m in a tub with bubbles. This is very much your fault.”
And I was very grateful for that.
Chapter 14
Dessie
Big.
Big.
Big.
“We’re going to have to make sure I have clothes for you over here.” Daddy wasn’t helping me stay big by being so cute and drying me off. “One of my T-shirts will work for the time being.”
He even took my hand as he led me out of the bathroom. “Don’t slip. I don’t think we got the floor wet but sometimes that happens.”
We’d sloshed.
“I’ll be careful.” Swinging his hand, I decided staying big was going to take more effort than I’d realized. Daddy was just so cute. “Are you sure I can bring clothes over? Big ones or little ones?”
He should’ve questioned the idea at the very least but he gave a confident answer. “Both.”
Of course.
Daddy didn’t seem to understand that we hadn’t been dating long enough for me to bring clothes over to his house. “You might start big and get little.”
His casual shrug had me trying not to smile.
“Okay.” If he was planning on keeping me, I wasn’t going to argue. He had a huge tub and made me good dinners. “I should bring jammies too.”
That’d mostly been me testing the waters, but Daddy nodded seriously. “I think we need to do some online shopping for you. That way you can have a variety of clothes at both houses for now. I’m not sure you do enough shopping to have a wardrobe for both.”
A wardrobe?
A little wardrobe?
How much money did Daddy have?
Wait.
No, I’d start with a better question.
But it had to wait for a few seconds while he got a shirt and slipped it over my head before walking around me in a circle. “That looks good.”
It hung down below my ass and covered all the important bits, but Daddy lifted it in the back and ran a hand over my ass. “I’m going to have to spank you harder next time. Your color is already fading.”
Could he get any sexier?
I wasn’t even sure he knew how hot that was because he sounded so serious. “On a one to ten scale where one is too light and probably frustrating and ten is the hardest you can take…what was this spanking?”
He was a data nerd.
Yep, no matter what else Daddy actually did, he was definitely a nerd.
“A four.” Yes, that sounded right and it was what I could come up with while he was analyzing my bottom. “It wasn’t too much either way and it made it so you could draw it out and make me feel good.”
Daddy gave my bottom another pat before stepping close and giving me a hug. He was so broad it was like he’d wrapped his entire body around me. “You had big feelings.”
Little me had known that was very important information to pass along to a new Daddy but big me blushed. “Yes. I don’t know why but I knew all the emotions were just going to pop out.”
Before I could find the right way to ask how he’d felt about it and if I’d worried him, he leaned down and nuzzled my neck, giving me a soft kiss. “I’m glad you were feeling comfortable enough with me to share them.”
He got it.
No calling me nuts or asking if I needed a therapist.
Daddy was amazing in general and a damned good researcher.
Nerds made the best Doms.
“Yeah.” Trying not to let him distract me, I mostly managed not to push my bottom back and grind against his dick. Mostly. “Sometimes they just get stuck inside and then they burst out. That’s when I usually end up in trouble in the playroom.”
He made a soft thinking sound before rubbing my stomach like he was soothing my stress. “I think we’ve found a better way to help you deal with stress. Spankings and tinglies after a good cry are much healthier.”
I was pretty sure someone could easily debate that, but if the choice was between throwing crayons or a spanking, I’d take the spanking.