Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I smile. “It did? Really?”
“Really.” His eyes smile back at me. “Now, stop your worrying and drink your milk. It’s bedtime.”
I bury my face into his neck where it feels so nice, and he holds me tight and kisses my hair while I breathe him in, and my butterflies calm their flapping.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
I wake up from a horrible nightmare. A horrible nightmare where Nick’s introducing me to my new mummy. And she’s beautiful, and stylish and smart and all grown up.
She’s wearing heels and red lipstick, and carries a briefcase, and her smile is pearly white as she holds out a hand to me.
He’s still sleeping soundly when I open my eyes, his breathing calm and steady, his chest to my back. I don’t want to wake him, so I don’t. Just snuggle into his arms and tell myself I’m being stupid, that being a little-y doesn’t mean I’m not a proper lover. We can talk, about things. Grown up things.
I could learn to be like Kelly Anne, and put on some lipstick and some sexy underwear and show him I’m a woman.
If I wanted to.
And that’s the thing. I’m not sure I want to.
I love the way it feels to be his little girl. I love how naughty it feels, and how safe I feel.
I love how it makes him grunt, and makes his eyes so dark, and his cock so big and hard.
I love Daddy Nick.
And that’s what I’m really scared of. Of loving someone as much as this so quickly. Because if I can love him this much already, when I don’t even know him, not really, how much am I going to love him when I’m used to him being my everything?
He shifts in his sleep, and his arms tighten around my waist.
He’s already my everything. All other things feel so far away. My old house, my old babysitting routine, Kelly Anne and her chitchat. My mum…
I haven’t even given her my new number, and she hasn’t tried to reach me. No ping on social media, or desperate message through Kelly Anne. Nothing.
I exist only to Nick.
And that’s where I want to stay. Forever. Right here.
In his little girl’s bedroom, with its pink walls and its comfy bed and its pretty things.
Sugar and spice and all things nice.
That’s what I’ll be made of.
And Daddy Nick will love me for it. Forever.
Just like he would’ve loved his own little girl.
Nick
Our routine is blissful, Laine’s and mine. Pulling free from her arms in the morning to shower and cook her up some breakfast. Dropping her at college and kissing her hair and telling her to have a nice day. Her sweet voice at lunchtime, our telephone call like clockwork, one on the dot. Her joyful recounting of her day when I pick her up. The quiet beauty of her completing her assignments at the dinner table.
Our evening meal. Our gentle conversations.
The chores she’s taken up naturally. Loading the dishwasher after our meal. Setting the table for the next. Dropping her clothes in the laundry hamper. Fastening up my cufflinks with a smile.
Laine is everything I could have wished for. She’s straight from my dreams.
And she’s mine.
All mine.
My innocent, perfect little girl.
But there’s a dirtiness behind her sexual naivety. A naughty little girl behind her angel eyes.
It’s in the way she wriggles and squirms and moans for my tongue, for my kisses, for my dirty fingers in her ass. She begs like she’s wanton and starved, and it’s a balm to my filthy soul, taking all of my restraint not to spear her tight little virgin pussy whenever she’s spread underneath me. She takes everything Daddy gives her, and still her ass grinds against my cock in the night, wanting more. Always wanting more.
And tonight’s the night she’s going to get it.
Friday night was always my plan. An unexpected surprise for my sweetheart after a long week at college.
She’s none the wiser as I collect her from the college gates, telling me all about her day as she piles into the passenger seat. Kelly Anne this, and Kelly Anne that. Always that cow Kelly Anne.
I say nothing tonight, just smile softly until she realises I’m quieter than usual.
“What is it, Daddy?” Her eyes are so adoringly worried.
“I’m taking you out,” I tell her. “Anywhere you want to go. My treat.”
Her grin is magical. “Our for dinner?”
I nod. “Anywhere you want to go.”
I can feel her stewing, contemplating her options, and I know her well enough by now to know she’s wondering what I want to do, where I’d like to eat.
“Where you want to go, Laine,” I tell her. “We’ll go where I want to go a different night.”
“Okay,” she says, and I feel her eyes on me. I know the smile on her lips, the hint of devilment. “Milkshake and a burger. Fries, too.”