Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“You’re not playing fair, Daddy,” she told him as he stripped off her shirt and bra, then lifted her onto the change mat.
“How is that?”
“Because you can’t be crazy and nice at the same time.”
“I can’t.” He grinned at her as he slid the period panties up her legs.
She thought about being embarrassed. But decided that she wasn’t going to be. Well, her cheeks did grow a bit heated. Especially when he got them situated, then patted her mound.
“Daddy, did you just pat my pussy as though it had done a good job?”
“Of course.”
“Daddy!”
“What? I give credit where credit is due. It’s a very good pussy. I’m going to pet it and tell it that.”
Lord help her.
“Now, let’s get this onesie on you, some painkillers into you, and then you can have a nap.”
“I donts need a nap.” The large yawn she’d just finished might have made that a lie.
“Nap,” he said firmly. “Onesie. Painkillers. Bottle. Nap.”
“I donts want milk.”
“Water then. Or I have some protein drinks. Hmm, maybe those would be good. We need to get some iron into you, too.”
“Why? I donts like iron.”
“Baby, you’re bleeding,” he explained as he got her into the onesie. She instantly fell further into Little headspace. It was just so cozy and soft.
“So?”
“Is it heavy?”
“What?”
“Your period? Is it heavy?” he asked.
“You ask a lot of questions for someone with a pogo stick,” she muttered.
“Spitfire, you’re adorable when you’re cute, but not when I’m asking you a serious question.”
“Yes, it’s heavy.”
“So you need more iron. You don’t eat much meat. You steer clear of S foods. So we need to find more iron for you. Maybe beans.”
“Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart. The more you eat, the more you—” He put his hand over her mouth.
“Hush.” He moved his hand.
“Daddy, you can’t stop the song once it’s started. That’s just wrong.”
“Can and did.” He grabbed something off the bed and held it up. “What’s this?”
“My chocolate! Gimme!” She made grabby hands at him.
“No-sugar chocolate? What even is this crap?”
“I thought it would be better than sugar chocolate. And they didn’t have any jelly beans. Hey! I do eat beans! See?”
He just shook his head. “You don’t need sugar-free chocolate. I’ll get you some real chocolate. After your nap.”
Oh, goody.
“I’m going to go fill your bot-bot. And then you can have some painkillers.”
When he was gone, she finished the rhyme. Because it was a crime to stop halfway through.
Plus, it was funny as heck.
So she was smiling as he returned. He gave her a suspicious look, then shook his head. “I don’t think I wanna know.”
He arranged everything on the nightstand, then sat on the bed, positioning her on his lap so she was leaning back against one arm. He popped some painkillers into her mouth, holding the bottle up for her so she could swallow them down.
She pulled back, staring up at him, then over to the door. “What if someone needs you?”
“Not for you to worry about.”
She bit her lip.
“It’s for Daddy to worry about.”
She reached for her earring, only to realize that the onesie had built in mittens.
“No one will dare come in here except Grady.”
She nodded and dropped her hand. He held the nipple up and she took it eagerly. She kind of liked her bot-bot.
Then, despite her protests, Steele put her down for a nap, surrounded by pillows, with her new sloth pacifier in her mouth.
It was the best nap of her life.
When she woke up, she noticed she was surrounded by pillows.
Huh.
When had that happened? Shrugging, she sat up and a light cramp hit her. Darn it, the painkillers had taken the sharper edge off but she was still sore.
Pushing off the covers, she knocked over a pillow and Slowly onto the floor.
“Oh no, Slowly!” She reached down and picked him up, brushing him off gently. “Are you okay?”
Hmm. Seemed she was still in Little space then. She shrugged, too uncomfortable to care.
Moving to the bathroom, she took care of business. Which meant taking off the onesie to pee. It was only after she had it off, that she realized it had an opening at the back. But she wouldn’t be able to reach that anyway.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Yikes! Her hair was a bit of a fright. How had it gotten that messy? She tried to calm it down, but she just seemed to make it worse. Then her tummy grumbled and she sighed with frustration.
“Effie? Where are you?” Steele called out.
Oops. He didn’t sound pleased. But she couldn’t imagine why. Oh, unless he’d thought she’d left?
“In here, Daddy!” she called out as she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.
He turned, frowning at her.
“Where did you think I was?” She was still in the onesie, her clothes on a chair in the corner.