Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“You couldn’t have known I was your Little girl when I came to show you around,” Aspen protested.
“I didn’t know. I sensed you were someone special. The one who had eluded me.”
Aspen nodded. She understood that. Every warning system inside her had gone off the first time they’d met. She scooted a bit closer to him on the couch.
“I’m sorry, I don’t come to you without challenges. I can’t drive you to breakfast. We’ll have to be a team together—Daddy and Little girl,” he suggested.
“I don’t want you to be stuck with me just because I can see,” she blurted.
Appalled by revealing that crappy thought repeating in her head, she whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I always want you to tell me what you’re worrying about. There can be no barriers between a Daddy and his Little girl. Promise me you’ll always come to me when something pops into your mind that upsets you,” he requested, lifting his other hand to stroke up her arm and cupping her face.
“I promise.”
“Good girl.”
Tim leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to her lips before drawing away. “Now, listen to me closely. You, Aspen Summers, are my Little girl. You are the only one I want and the answer to my hopes and dreams. I plan to keep you close for the rest of my life, making love to you so often you remember how much I treasure you, and punishing you when you lose confidence in yourself. We haven’t known each other for long but you’re already part of my heart. I love you, Aspen.”
“I love you, too, Daddy,” she sobbed, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall as he set her straight.
“Come here. I need to hold you, Little girl.” Tim scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tight.
Aspen laid her head on his broad shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine how she’d feel if she couldn’t see. It was overwhelming. Her Daddy was so brave and strong.
He loves you.
Opening her eyes, she pressed a kiss against his jaw. He had chosen her. Inwardly, she vowed to dismiss any lingering doubts that she was attractive enough or sufficiently exciting to be his Little.
Whack! Aspen sat up and squirmed on his lap when he administered one stinging swat on her full bottom.
“I chose the exact Little girl I’m supposed to have. Do you need a full spanking to process that and wipe away the bad thoughts?”
“No!” she denied quickly.
“Good girl. Want to drive your Daddy to the best breakfast spot around? We need to celebrate.”
“What?”
“The future before us.”
“I like that,” she whispered.
“I do, too.” Her Daddy hugged her tight.
Chapter 7
“I am so stuffed,” Tim commented as they walked out of the hole in the wall diner Aspen had driven them to for breakfast.
“I told you the biscuits and gravy were amazing,” she reminded him with a laugh.
“You didn’t tell me I’d get a platter of them!”
“I told you we could share them, but you wanted your own plate.”
“Next time,” he promised, wrapping his hand around her arm so she could help guide him.
When they got to her car, Tim asked, “How would you feel about stopping at a pet store? I’d like to get some of Boston’s favorite treats.”
“Of course. There’s one not too far from here,” she said, watching the dog focus on their path. “He didn’t even look up when you said the T word.”
“Boston is trained to ignore everything except for his responsibilities as a guide dog. It’s pretty spectacular how they train them.”
“Here’s the car. Careful with the curb,” she warned, leading him to the edge of the sidewalk.
“Thanks, baby.”
In a few minutes, Aspen backed out of her parking spot and headed for the pet store. “Can we walk by the animals that are up for adoption?” she asked.
“Of course. You’ll have to describe them for me,” he requested.
After looking at the kittens and cats available for new homes, Aspen led him to the dog food area. “What brand are you looking for?” she requested.
Tim provided the name and flavor that Boston preferred. When she tried to carry the bag, he held out his free arm. “No way, Little girl. I can carry that.”
“But then you can’t hold on to me,” she protested.
“I hold on to you because I like touching you. Boston will follow you if I ask him to.”
“Daddy!” she protested. “Really? I don’t help you at all?”
“I’m teasing you, Little girl. You always help me so sweetly,” he assured her. “Let’s make a stop at the toys. Mr. Mouse is getting pretty threadbare. I think Boston needs a new friend.”
“Doggy!” a small boy’s voice sounded, growing closer as he ran forward.
Tim looked up immediately and moved Boston behind him for safety. “He’s a working doggy. Do you see the harness he’s wearing?”