Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“I thought I would add our initials over here,” he said, pointing to a sliver of extra space on the side. “I’ll do that tomorrow.”
“Where are you going to put the rock when it’s done?” she asked.
This concept was not alien to Zara. Growing up in both Mexico and the States, she’d seen painted rocks placed in visible spots for people to see. Some were sneakier than others, but all had made her smile. She didn’t really know why, but the unexpected find always made her happy.
“I’m going to give it to you. I thought you might like it in your playroom. I’ve found my Little girl. It’s hers to keep,” Kestrel said softly.
“Thank you!” Holding it to her heart, Zara headed toward the room where she’d napped. She stopped when Kestrel gently caught her arm.
“Bath first. Then I’ll tuck you into bed.”
She moaned at the thought of lounging in a sudsy tub. “That sounds like heaven.”
“Come on. I’ll start the water.”
Following him into the master bathroom, she watched him turn on the faucet in the tub. “Um, I can do it.”
“Little Swan. You’re so tired. Can you let your Daddy help?” Kestrel asked, cupping her face.
“But…”
“I’m going to give you a bath to help you sleep. You can trust me not to do anything you’re not ready for,” Kestrel promised.
“I’ve never…”
“I know. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Kestrel pulled the baggy shirt over her head, revealing a hot pink bra. It was beautiful with lace and satin. She watched him smile. “I like lingerie. I can’t wear anything fancy that anyone else can see, so I always have pretty underthings.”
“Now, I can’t wait to see if you have matching panties,” he teased.
She nodded as he knelt at her feet to strip off her shoes and socks. Then, Kestrel unfastened her pants and drew them over her curved hips. He helped her step out of the material before standing. Stroking a finger over the lacy waistband, he said, “You may just be the best present I’ve ever unwrapped.”
When she felt her skin heat from his compliment, Zara knew she was blushing. Her mind seized on his words. He didn’t compliment her beauty or fixate on her body. He was pleased that she was girly underneath everything.
“This needs to go before the bath.” With deft motions, Kestrel freed her from her bra and slid the panties down her legs.
He groaned and shifted himself inside his slacks, drawing her attention to the tented material. “Let’s get you in the tub. Choose bubbles. I ordered these when I moved in, just in case. Would you like bubble gum or lavender?”
“Lavender, please.”
He poured a small amount into the tub, which instantly bubbled into a relaxing fragrance that filled the room. “Into the tub. By the time you’re settled, there will be a perfect amount of foam.”
“Bubbles, Daddy,” she corrected as she stepped into the tub with his assistance and sat down with a delighted sigh. “This is heaven.”
Kestrel opened a cabinet and pulled out two washcloths. “Lie back against the tub. This will keep the light from shining in your eyes.” He gently placed one of the cloths over her eyes.
She could hear him settling next to the tub. To her surprise, she discovered that not seeing helped free her. He dipped the second washcloth into the water and lifted one leg to wash her toes and foot. Zara bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan of enjoyment at being so pampered.
“Daddy needs to hear your sounds,” he corrected gently. “No biting.”
Instantly, she followed his request and realized she wanted to please him. Following his directions allowed her to be Little. He was in charge. She smiled.
“I like the look on your face. You must be having a sweet thought,” he commented as he washed her calf.
The smooth soap coated the skin of her outer thigh as he continued his path. She gasped slightly as he washed her inner thigh. Zara wrinkled her nose in disappointment when he skimmed over her private places as he switched to the other leg and repeated the path in reverse.
“No worries, Little Swan. I won’t forget any part of you.”
Her mind spun at that statement. What did he mean?
When he placed her other foot back into the water, the anticipation of where he would go next pushed away her worries. He lifted her hand from the water and smoothed the silky cleanser into her skin, massaging away the slight ache from holding equipment tightly so she wouldn’t make a mistake in the lab. It felt so much better as he moved up her arm. His fingers brushed the outer curve of her breast, making her gasp.
“So sensitive, Little Swan. Are you enjoying my touch?”
She hesitated and then whispered, “Yes.”
“It’s not enough?” he probed.
She shook her head, dislodging the shield over her eyes slightly. He adjusted it with damp, sweet-smelling hands. I love this so much. “Thank you.”