Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She loved every bit of her new room—from the canopy princess bed to the big rocking chair to the delicate vanity mirror and the bookcase full of fairy tales. She hadn’t been sure what to expect—or if Courick even really wanted her there. She’d thought that maybe he was just having her move in with him so she would stay away from the club.
But all her doubts dissolved when she saw how much trouble he’d gone to for her. It was the mark of a true Dom to set the scene so thoroughly and thoughtfully. She’d never had a man treat her like this before and consider her needs and wants in such detail.
It seemed like a very good start and things only got better from there.
Courick led her into his kitchen or “food prep area” as the Kindred called it and seated her at a table which was built for someone his height. Which meant, of course, that it was much too big for Addison. When she sat in one of the dining chairs, the table came up past her breasts and almost to her collar bones.
But again, Courick had thought of everything. He had a large, firm cushion for her to sit on which raised her up so that the table was at her waist instead of her chest. Then he asked her what she wanted for dinner.
“I have pepperoni pizza or a roasted chicken dinner with mashed potatoes and green beans,” he said, displaying two little white cubes in the palm of his hand.
Addison had heard about these, though she had never seen any before. They were Kindred rations—fully dehydrated and miniaturized meals which would expand when placed in a machine called a rehydrator that looked a little like a microwave.
“Oh, meal cubes!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to try these!”
“I wanted to cook for you, but I’m not very good at Earth recipes yet,” Courick rumbled. “So for now, choose whichever one you want.”
Addison hesitated, her hand hovering over the pizza cube. She really loved pepperoni pizza, but she’d been thinking that she needed to go on a diet lately. Her curves were kind of getting out of control. Reluctantly, she pointed at the chicken and veggies cube.
“That one.”
Courick frowned at her.
“Why did you choose that one when you clearly want to eat the other? The pizza?”
“Well…” Addison twisted her fingers together. “It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking I should go on a diet…”
“What? You’re trying to lose your curves?” Courick looked upset. “Why would you do that?”
“Well, because my curves are getting a little too, er, curvy.” Addison shrugged.
“There’s no such thing,” Courick said firmly. “You’ll have the pizza tonight—it’s clearly what you really want.”
“Oh…okay.” Addison nodded but he frowned at her.
“Okay, what? You may call me ‘Daddy’ or ‘Sir,’ remember?”
“Okay, Sir,” Addison said quickly. “Thank you,” she added. “I really do like pizza.”
“Then that’s what you’re eating for Last Meal.” He smiled at her indulgently and popped a cube into the microwave-like appliance mounted above his stove. “Pizza coming up in just a minute…”
After supper it was too early for bed, so Courick suggested that they watch a movie together. Or an “Earth entertainment” as he put it. He let Addison choose the movie and she picked a Disney classic—Sleeping Beauty. It had always been one of her favorites, though she was a little worried that the big Kindred might get bored.
However, Courick seemed fascinated. He informed Addison that he was making a thorough study of Earth Culture and this was part of it he’d never seen before.
“Well, if you like Disney movies I have news for you—there are a lot of them,” Addison told him. “In fact, we could watch one a night for a couple of years and never watch the same one twice!”
Courick smiled down at her.
“Maybe we will, then. Now come closer—let’s cuddle.”
Addison snuggled up to him, pressing against his warm, muscular side and sighed with contentment as he wrapped one long arm around her. In that moment, she thought that she had never been happier—never felt more loved and cared for. It was absolutely wonderful.
It got even better when the movie was over and Courick declared that it was bedtime. He had Addison change into her nightgown and brush her teeth and then he sat in the Kindred sized rocker and put her in his lap. He read to her from a book of fairytales until Addison’s eyelids grew heavy and then he tucked her into bed.
After checking under the bed for monsters, he kissed her on the forehead and left, closing the door gently behind him. As she drifted off to sleep, Addison couldn’t help thinking it was the perfect end to a perfect day. She finally had the Daddy Dom of her dreams…well, except that he refused to be sexual with her. But really, when he was trying so hard to meet her other needs, sex really didn’t matter—did it?