Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Still pinning her to the sink, he put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her before grabbing his own.
She felt totally out of body as she brushed her teeth while watching the two of them in the mirror. Her Daddy surrounded her, his feet planted outside of hers. She was naked, and he was wearing boxers. He treated this mundane task like it was totally normal, and she got the feeling he was setting a precedent and intended to repeat this exact routine every day.
After he leaned over her to rinse and spit, he filled the cup with water and handed it to her. She bent over the sink to do the same before setting the cup on the vanity.
Caesar took one step back, but he picked up the brush from last night at the same time and started working on her morning hair.
“Can I have clothes, Daddy?” she asked in a very Little voice.
“After I do your hair, Little Fish. I like you slightly off-kilter. It’s cute.”
“But I’m naked,” she pointed out unnecessarily.
“You were naked last night when I ate your pussy, too,” he teased.
She shuddered and grabbed the edge of the vanity to keep her balance. Was he going to do that again? Because now, it was all she could think about. The visual of him pressing her thighs open and burying his face between her legs was powerful. Her heart rate picked up again, and her cheeks heated.
He smiled while he parted her hair, slid one side over her shoulder, and divided the other side into sections as if he was totally unaffected by her nudity or her submission.
She wanted to look at the front of his boxers, but she couldn’t see that low in the mirror, and it would be too obvious if she blatantly twisted her head to look. So, she bit her lip and tried to control her breathing while he expertly braided her hair.
After adding a hairband to one side, he did the other, then set his hands on her shoulders and lifted his gaze to hers in the mirror. “What do you think? Did I do a good job?”
She drew in a deep breath. “It’s perfect. Can I have clothes now?”
“Yep.” With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her through the bedroom and into the attached playroom.
She looked around through a new lens this morning. Her clothes from yesterday that had been on the floor were gone. He must have put them in the hamper when he’d gotten her room key.
Everything about the room was soothing. She felt like she was underwater, scuba diving among the fishes, and when Daddy released her to head for the dresser, she turned in a slow circle and took everything in again. “So pretty.” It was like a dream room.
“I’m so glad you like it.” He pointed at one corner of the room as he returned. “Maybe we can add a treasure chest over there.”
“Maybe… Let’s see if we find a treasure first.”
“Good idea.” He squatted in front of her and helped her into a pair of aqua cotton panties.
She held his shoulders while she stared down at them. “These are going to be wet before we leave this room,” she murmured.
“Didn’t you go potty just a few minutes ago, Little Fish?” he said with an eyebrow raised.
She cocked her head, met his gaze, and shot him what she knew was a sassy glare. “Not that kind of wet, Daddy.”
“Ah. So what you’re saying is that they make you feel sexy.”
She sighed. “That’s pretty weird, isn’t it?”
“Nope. It’s normal.” He headed for the closet next, making her gasp when she saw it was filled with clothes.
She wandered closer and reached out to touch them. “That’s a lot of dresses.”
“I want my girl to have every sort of outfit available. You never know when you might feel like wearing play clothes to paint in or a party dress to have tea with the other Littles.”
She giggled. “What do I wear to meet everyone and look at the treasure map?”
He took down a hanger and held it up. “How about this? It’s comfortable, but you’ll still feel Little in it.” It was a navy cotton dress with short sleeves.
“Okay.”
He took it off the hanger. “Bra or no bra?”
She tapped her lips. “Do the other Littles wear bras?”
“Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. Depends on how they’re feeling and what headspace they’re in. Sometimes, it depends on who they might see. Usually, when you’re only going to go between the fifth floor and the basement, you’ll feel safe being however Little you want. On days we plan to go out to a restaurant or do an outdoor activity, you might want to wear more adult clothes.”
He made sense. “Okay.” She was slightly nervous about this adventure, but she trusted him.