Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Tatiana tipped her head back, trying to control her breathing. Her nipples were hard and needy. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the arousal sliding down around his palm and the naughty part of her where he held that huge thermometer inside her.
“Daddy…” she protested weakly when the seconds ticked into minutes.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Rainbow. Little girls tend to like it when their Daddies take care of them. It’s natural.”
“Not there, Daddy. Not in my bottom,” she lied.
He chuckled and twisted the thermometer around in a circle. “Especially there, Rainbow. Especially in your most private parts.”
She squirmed. “But it feels funny, Daddy. It feels…naughty.” She whispered that last word.
Keeping his hand firmly against the rod, he leaned over and hovered above her lips. She felt his warm breath before he gently kissed her. “Your body betrays you, Baby girl. All this squirming and whimpering, these tight little nipples, this wet little pussy… All those things tell me you like it when Daddy touches your naughty place.”
She pursed her lips, unwilling to admit he was right.
“You’ve thought about me touching you intimately before, haven’t you, Rainbow? Hmm?”
She turned her head away from him, her cheeks heating. She kept her eyes closed and her lips pursed. On the one hand, it was sweet and nice and kind of awesome that he knew her so well. On the other hand, it was scary and embarrassing and new.
Daddy didn’t pressure her to respond. He simply smoothed her hair back from her forehead while they waited. When he finally removed the thick rod, she breathed a sigh of relief. She peeked at him through a tiny slit in her eyes, and watched him check the reading on the thermometer, clean it up, and put it away.
Her relief was short-lived. The next thing he did was push her bent knees wide, exposing her even further to his view. He smoothed a finger along one side of her labia and then the other. “I like the way you keep your pussy shaved smooth.”
“It’s waxed,” she murmured. “Lots of women wax themselves…down there. Not just Littles.”
“Mmm hmm. I know.” He eased the hood off her clit.
She was breathing heavily as she arched her chest. “Are you done now?”
“No, Little one. I’m not done. I want to look at you. I’ve imagined what you would look like naked for years. Now that you’re my Little girl, I want to explore. You didn’t answer my question. Have you thought about me touching you like this before, Rainbow?”
He wasn’t going to relent. She would have to respond. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She couldn’t lie to him, plus her body wasn’t lying.
“Did you fantasize about me playing with these pretty nipples?” he asked as he cupped one and thumbed the distended bud.
She nodded.
“What about this little nub?” He tapped her exposed clit.
She nodded again, biting the inside of her cheek while heat rose across her chest.
“And here?” He slid a finger between her folds, teasing the entrance.
She bucked her hips off the table, silently imploring him to do more.
“I need you to be honest with me, Baby girl.” He circled his finger around the puckered hole of her bottom. “Did you picture me penetrating this naughty little hole too?”
She let her lips open as she gasped. When she blinked and looked at him, she found him staring into her eyes, waiting for her to respond.
“Yes, Daddy. I thought about everything. I just didn’t expect us to actually cross the line one day and enter this new territory.”
He slid his finger back up between her folds and eased it deep inside her.
She cried out. His touch was so gentle. Too gentle. She wanted more. She wanted him to thrust harder. Hell, she wished he would take off his sleep pants and fuck her clear into tomorrow.
As she writhed and panted, he eased his finger in and out. “Thank you for being honest. Now tell me something else.”
She arched her head back. His touch was maddening. It was impossible to focus with his soft words and gentle touch. She dug her heels into the changing table pad and lifted her ass clear off the table, thrusting toward his finger, trying desperately to force his finger deeper.
“When you imagined me touching you, was it like this, Baby girl? Sweet and gentle? Teasing your little pussy until you wanted to scream?”
Her breath hitched, and she shook her head before she could stop herself.
“I didn’t think so. I didn’t think my feisty Little girl would like her sexy times to be slow and gentle lovemaking sessions. Was I right?”
She cried out, desperation acting like a truth serum. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to hold me down and add a bite of pain. I want you to spank me and pinch my nipples and thrust into me so hard I get rammed into the headboard or the wall or the car door or the refrigerator or whatever surface is behind me.”