Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She twisted her body, trying to get him to put her down. She didn’t want the heavy diaper pressing against her.
Daddy paid no attention to her squirming. In fact, he simply drew her in close to his body, contained her easily by pinning her hands to her sides, and carried her out of the room.
“It’s not fair that you’re so much bigger and stronger than me. I can’t defend myself,” she argued.
He kissed her neck. “Defend yourself against what? This?” He set his wrist against her thigh, pressing the mark into her skin.
She instantly arched her entire body as arousal flooded through her. Between the naughty book she’d been listening to, the realization that he was about to restrain and expose her again, and the way he used that mark as a weapon, she was about to come.
He had no trouble keeping his grip on her and didn’t comment. When he reached the changing table, he efficiently lowered her onto her back. Without a word, he easily restrained her wrists above her head and her tummy to the table before adding tight straps that bent her knees and forced her legs wide.
Olivia was panting, the need growing with every second. As soon as he whisked the diaper away, her moans filled the room.
Without a word, he gently wiped her sensitive skin, and then he surprised her by releasing her, standing her on her feet, and helping her into a pair of panties.
Still squatting in front of her, he wrapped his fingers around her biceps and kissed her. “You are ten times more important to me than I ever expected. You’re my everything. Everything, Olivia. I want the world for you. I want you to have whatever you want in life. I will move mountains if that’s what it takes to ensure you are the happiest woman alive.”
His voice was so sincere. He made her chest tighten. She stumbled and would have fallen on her butt if he hadn’t been holding her up. Suddenly she lurched forward and threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him over backward.
He caught her, though, and lifted her off the floor, holding her around the waist. He kissed her all over her face as he carried her out to the kitchen. He was growling as he set her on a strange chair that seemed to be high off the floor.
Olivia was panting and discombobulated from all the abrupt changes. One moment, she’d been nearly naked on the changing table. The next moment, she’d been standing in front of him while he told her the sweetest things ever. A second after that, he’d lifted her into the air and messed with her equilibrium. Finally, she was seated…where?
He pushed her short dress out of the way and parted her thighs. A moment later, he pulled something between her legs and around her waist before she heard a click.
“What are you doing?”
“Fastening you into the highchair, Baby girl.”
“Highchair?”
“It was over in the corner. I didn’t mention it during your brief tour. Lift your arms, Little rebel.”
She did as she was told, flinching when something locked in front of her.
Daddy lowered her arms, helping her feel the tray. He kissed her forehead. “Did the Little girl in the book you were reading have a highchair?”
Her face heated, and she pursed her lips. She wasn’t going to talk to him about the book. “I wasn’t reading it. I was listening.” She couldn’t keep the pout out of her voice.
“Is there a difference, Baby girl?” He walked away as he asked the question.
She gasped. “Of course there’s a difference. Don’t you know anything?”
He chuckled. “I’m finding out there are a lot of things I don’t know. Teach me, Little one. Tell me the difference.”
“Well, for one thing, I’m stuck listening at a particular pace. I can’t easily slow down during the sexy parts and savor them. Also, I’m stuck with the voice of the computer. Sure, it sounds really close to a human, and sure, I bet I can pick a different voice if I want, but I’d rather read a book in my hands and hear the voices the way I want to in my head.”
“Ah. That makes sense.” He set a plate in front of her and guided her hands toward it. “Burger at nine o’clock. Fries at three o’clock. Juice next to your plate in the upper right corner. Napkin on the left. Do you need anything else? Catsup?”
She shook her head. “I stopped eating catsup when I could no longer control how much got on my fries. It was annoying.”
“Mmm.” He sat next to her. She heard the pop of what she assumed was the lid of the catsup and then the soft whizz that sounded when he squirted some on his plate. “How much is the right amount, Little rebel?”