Lacey’s Daddy – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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After rinsing my hair, he lets the water out and reaches for a towel. I stare at the water as it swirls down the drain. I’m sad. I’d rather stay in the tub and play longer. I would never ask Daddy to let me do that, though. I’m not sure what he will do to me when I’m naughty. He said he won’t hit me. What will he do instead?

“Lacey…” Daddy lifts my chin. He meets my gaze. “Did you want to play some more, Baby girl?”

I bite my lip and don’t respond.

“Sweet girl, you can tell Daddy anything. I will not get mad. There’s no right or wrong answer. Sometimes I will not honor your requests for good reasons, but when I can, I will every time.”

“Okay.”

He stands, tucks his hands under my arms, and lifts me out of the tub. After setting me on my feet, he pats me dry from head to toe before wringing out my hair.

When he’s done, he wraps a dry towel around me and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against him. Before leaving the room, he looks at me. “You wanted to play longer, didn’t you?” he asks again.

I slowly nod. I can’t help being scared to voice my opinion.

He taps my nose. “Tomorrow night, I will let you play until you’re wrinkly and shivering from the cold water. The reason I wanted you to get out tonight is because you’re exhausted and hungry. I want to feed you a bottle and put you down to sleep for the night.”

“Okay.”

He hugs me close, but I think he’s being careful because of my various injuries.

I love being in his arms. I close my eyes and pretend he’s my forever Daddy. Is that a possibility? I won’t let myself believe it so I don’t get hurt when he gets tired of me.

When he lowers me onto a soft surface, I open my eyes and glance around. We’re in a room I have not seen yet. A…nursery?

“What is this room, Daddy?” I wonder if Noah has kids.

Daddy smiles as he unfolds the towel from around me, leaving me exposed and naked. “It’s an adult nursery, Little one. Have you seen one before?”

I shake my head. I’m still scanning the room. This looks exactly like a baby nursery, but everything is sized for an adult. “Does Noah have a Little girl?” I know he comes to the club, but I don’t think he comes with a specific woman.

“No. But he’s prepared for when he finds his forever Little girl. Can you roll onto your side, Little one? I want to put some ointment on some of these welts.”

He helps me roll toward the wall, and I try not to be embarrassed as he applies a cream to several stripes across my bottom. When he’s done, he flattens something crinkly at my back before guiding me to lie over it.

I glance down as he parts my legs wide, and my breath hitches. He’s putting a diaper on me. “Daddy…”

“I bet you haven’t had an opportunity to try diapers, have you, Little one?” He asks so matter-of-factly as if this is no big deal.

“No,” I whisper, feeling uncertain.

“Will you trust me and give it a try, sweet girl?” He opens a tube of something and squeezes ointment onto his fingers.

I watch, wondering what it is. It’s not the same thing he put on my welts.

I hold my breath when he parts my legs even wider and gently rubs the cream onto my special place. I can’t breathe. I purse my lips and watch, mesmerized. His touch feels so good. It’s unexpected. This is much more than the tingling I felt earlier or what I feel when I think about him. A tightness grows in my tummy, and my nipples get hard.

I want to touch them. I can’t stop myself. I reach with both hands and cover my breasts, squeezing them.

Daddy doesn’t say a word as he continues to rub my private parts.

I’m panting when he finishes, and a little whimper escapes my mouth.

Daddy smiles at me as he lifts the front of the diaper over my special place and fastens it. “No one has ever touched you like that before, have they, Little one?”

I shake my head.

“And you haven’t touched yourself either?”

More head shaking. I’m embarrassed. My face is hot, and I’m still squeezing my boobies. He’s right about that word. I feel very Little lying here on this changing table in a diaper. Boobies seems like an appropriate word.

He comes to my side and leans over to kiss my knuckles like he did the last time I covered my chest. With a hand at the back of my neck, he helps me sit upright before reaching for something on the shelf below me.

He holds up a pretty pink T-shirt that says Daddy’s girl on the front in darker pink glitter.


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