Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Terry stroked his hands up the sides of her thighs under the stylish tunic she’d worn to work that day. His touch felt almost electric, and she froze, fascinated by the effect he had on her. When his fingers hooked around the elastic waistband of her leggings, Kiki automatically moved away, but his hands held her in place.
Her gaze met his steady one. “I’m not going to hurt you, Bumblebee. The first steps are so challenging. Can you be brave and take a risk to see if you’d be happy as my Little girl?”
She stared at him for several long seconds as she tried to read his expression. Kiki couldn’t sense anything but concern and caring. “You’re not going to spank me?” she asked.
“No, Bumblebee. I’m going to take your leggings and panties off so you can go potty. I’ll meet you in the bathroom to wash your face and monitor you as you brush your teeth. Little girls often rush when someone is waiting for them. Then when we return here, I’ll remove the rest of your clothes and help you into your nightgown.”
Having him explain what would happen made her embarrassed but reassured her. Terry would see her naked, but if she trusted him, she knew exactly what he planned and how he’d take care of her.
“O-okay,” she stumbled over the word.
“That’s my good Little girl.”
Without waiting, Terry whisked her leggings over her hips to puddle at her ankles before pulling her cotton panties down to join them. The feel of the cool air against her skin reinforced how exposed she was. The longish shirt didn’t quite cover the lower curve of her bottom or the soft tuft between her legs. Kiki pulled the sides of her top down to hide herself as he shifted to kneel at her feet.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Bumblebee. Steady yourself.”
Torn between covering exposed skin and touching him, Kiki froze once again. Gently, Terry uncurled her fingers on one hand from around the material she clung to and placed it on his shoulder. “Hold on to Daddy, Little girl.” Closing her eyes, Kiki allowed him to repeat the process for her other hand and soon clung to his body.
“Good job, Bumblebee. I’m very proud of you.”
Terry’s hands brushed down the outside of her bare legs to her ankles. “Let’s get these shoes off. Lift your right foot, Kiki.”
Awkwardly, she followed his directions and lost her balance. Moving quickly, Terry steadied her with hands on either side of her hips, keeping her from falling. Kiki closed her eyes to savor the feel of his touch on her skin. The warmth of his hands seemed to imprint itself against her flesh. When Terry stroked his thumbs along her hipbones, she leaned into his strength.
“Ready to try again?” he asked, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Opening her eyes, she met his hazel ones. She loved seeing how dark his eyes had shifted with desire. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
Kiki carefully lifted her foot and allowed him to slip off her comfortable flats and her clothing before shifting to the other side. Terry praised her throughout the process, making her feel beautiful and cared for. She was embarrassed to stand in front of him half exposed, but strangely, it felt okay.
“Go potty,” Terry instructed with a pat to her bare bottom, and she whirled around without questioning his control.
She was almost finished when she heard him enter the small bathroom. Thankful the toilet was closeted in its own small compartment with a door, Kiki tried to pee as fast as possible. This almost seemed more intimate than having him see her. The water turned on at the sink, making her less self-conscious. Kiki finished quickly and opened her door.
“Come here, Bumblebee. Let’s get your face washed.”
In the small bathroom, she was automatically close to him but Terry stepped closer to cup the back of her head. He pressed a soft kiss against her lips that made her want more before carefully wiping her face clean of the makeup she wore to work each day. She waited to see the look on his face change as he saw the real her, but his expression warmed.
“What a beautiful Little girl. We’ll have to have no makeup times in our rules. I like seeing the real you that others don’t get to see.”
Kiki had never looked at not wearing any cosmetics as something more intimate, but it totally made sense. Especially in her profession, she felt required to present a certain type of appearance. The concept of being just herself appealed to her.
“I don’t ever go without makeup,” she whispered.
“You don’t around other people, but with your Daddy?”
“I can be the real me?”
“Yes, Bumblebee. Daddy wants exactly that.”
He rewarded her with a kiss before discarding the washcloth in the laundry bin. “Teeth brushed and in bed.”