Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
When he released her and turned around, she felt his absence so deeply that she almost cried out for him to come back. It wasn’t as though he left the room. He only took a few strides toward the counter, where he opened a drawer and pulled out several items.
Elias returned to her and set a coloring book and colored pencils on her tray. “I don’t have paint or canvases yet, but do you think you can color me a picture while I cook, Little one?”
She almost cried. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the box of pencils. Her picture wasn’t going to be pretty because she was shaking horribly, but his thoughtfulness made her heart happy. “Thank you,” she managed to whisper without crying.
“You’re welcome, Leah.” He lifted her chin again. “Remember, I will slowly introduce you to things you are unfamiliar with, but know that I’m always thinking of your health, your safety, and your happiness.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured. She watched him head for the refrigerator a few yards away and decided even though this scenario was rather unconventional in her mind, she’d much rather be coloring than cooking. Maybe she was a lucky girl, even if she did have to do so while strapped in a highchair.
While she pulled out a red pencil, she thought about that strap he’d told her was left hanging between her legs. She couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to what it would feel like to have that strap stretching up over her panties between her legs. Would he tighten it so that it rubbed against parts of her she’d been nearly unaware of before today?
Elias spun around from where he’d been setting ingredients on the counter and gave her a funny look. He cocked his head to one side, inhaled deeply, and fisted his hands against his sides. “What were you just thinking about, Leah?”
Her face heated to boiling. She pursed her lips and stared at him. This ability he had to scent her arousal was maddening. How would she ever survive if he knew every time she had a sexy thought?
“Leah…” he warned. “Tell Daddy what you were thinking. I’m not going to fix dinner until you do.”
“Why?” she asked softly.
“Because I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you squirm, what makes you horny. I want to know so I can do whatever that is again or withhold it when you’re naughty.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. His promise and threat made her set the pencil down and grip the sides of the tray.
He didn’t budge. He stood right where he was, waiting for her, patiently. “Tell Daddy,” he repeated softly.
She licked her lips, deciding it couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t that bad. “I was wondering what it would feel like to have that other strap coming up between my legs,” she murmured almost too softly for him to hear.
He had super hearing, though. He could probably hear her cough from a mile away, and he certainly could smell her arousal from across the room.
Elias smiled. “Next time you sit there, I will cinch that last strap up tight so it rubs against your pussy, Leah. Now try to focus on your picture so I can make dinner without inhaling your soaking wet panties over and over.”
She clenched her thighs. His request would be darn near impossible, but he knew that. “Yes, Sir.” She spoke the words with some reverence, but he probably didn’t miss the slightly sassy snark.
Chapter Thirteen
Cooking while his Little girl sat in her highchair coloring him a picture was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. She was a distraction. She would always be a distraction, but he assumed his rigidly hard cock would eventually simmer down once it got the attention it craved.
Likewise, so would her pussy. Not after consummation, of course. It would take much more than that, but this urgency he felt would diminish in the coming days. Right?
Elias shuddered at the thought he could be wrong. They would be eating cold sandwiches for the rest of their lives if he couldn’t keep his hands off her long enough to cook meals.
It was difficult to focus. He kept glancing at Leah every few seconds. Half of him thought he might suddenly find that highchair empty and realize today had never happened. Maybe he was still sleeping last night, and this had all been a dream.
The dream was so vivid and so much better than he’d anticipated reality to be that he worried it was all an apparition. But she was still there. She was concentrating on her picture. Every bit of her was adorable in this moment. Her legs were swinging. She had on dainty gold sandals that matched the gold lace of her dress.
Heavens, but he wanted to get her out of that dress. After dinner he would. If she wasn’t ready for him to enter her body, he wouldn’t rush her, but he would definitely unveil her, spread her legs and use his mouth to ensure she understood how good her life was going to be from this day forward.