Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She nodded again. “Okay, Daddy.”
He stood and carried her to the changing table before depositing her on top.
She was surprised, and even more so when he strapped her down, including her knees in a wide-open position. By the time he was finished restraining her, she was squirming with need. Her bottom hurt every time she rubbed it against the changing table padding, but that only added to her arousal.
Daddy cupped her face with one hand, stroking her cheek.
She leaned into his touch. It took every ounce of her strength not to beg him to touch her pussy.
His other hand finally landed on her inner thigh, but he never took his gaze from hers. He stroked her sensitive skin, coming closer and closer to her pussy.
She grew wetter and hotter and needier with every passing moment until she was eventually panting and trying to arch her butt off the table. She was far too secured to wiggle around much though.
“My Baby girl is so needy, isn’t she?” Daddy asked.
“Please, Daddy,” she finally begged.
He slid his fingers lower, parting her labia without looking. She wondered if he had eyes in the side of his head the way he so expertly touched her without touching her any place important.
The exposure from her parted labia intensified her desire tenfold. Her clit was throbbing. Her nipples were hard points and he hadn’t even touched them.
A low deep moan escaped her lips the moment he eased a finger deep into her pussy. His motions were controlled and slow. His palm pressed against her clit as he reached as deeply as possible.
Daisy thought she might fall apart if he didn’t let her come soon. She’d never been this desperate, not even when they’d had sex. She was experiencing a whole new side of submission.
Daddy eased his finger out of her tight channel, making her whimper from the loss. He held her gaze as he moved that soaked finger lower and circled her tighter hole.
She clenched her bottom. “Daddy…” She wasn’t at all sure she wanted him to touch her there. He’d done so earlier with the thermometer, but that was much smaller than his finger.
“Relax your bottom for me, Baby girl. No part of you is off limits to Daddy. Let Daddy slide his finger into your rectum. I promise you’ll find out it feels amazing.”
She pursed her lips. She didn’t believe him. Surely it wouldn’t feel good? It would only be embarrassing.
He circled the puckered skin again and tapped it several times before easing the tip of his finger into her forbidden hole. He took his time, entering her a tiny bit at a time.
She held her breath as he gradually deepened the penetration. It didn’t hurt, but it felt strange.
Suddenly, his thumb landed on her clit, and she cried out unexpectedly.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good.” He pushed his finger the rest of the way into her bottom while rubbing her clit at the same time.
His thumb stroked her cheek. “Such a good girl letting Daddy penetrate your bottom.” He thrust his thumb into her pussy, dragging more of her wetness to her clit and rubbing it so fast that she lost all control.
Daisy tipped her head back, her mouth falling open as her orgasm consumed her. Her pussy clenched at nothing. Her clit throbbed. But her tight rear hole pulsed with her release.
He was right. It felt so good. It was different, but not in a bad way. And as her release ebbed away, she couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He leaned over and kissed her lips gently. “You’re welcome, Baby girl. Thank you for trusting Daddy to know what you need.”
She was still trembling from the aftereffects of her orgasm as he cleaned his fingers on a wipe and then reached for the thermometer.
This time she didn’t complain as the cold glass slid into her bottom. She was still embarrassed and didn’t think she needed her temperature taken, but she didn’t argue with her Daddy. He’d proven that he did indeed know best and she needed to trust him.
Without a word, she breathed heavily while she waited for Daddy to remove the thermometer. “No fever. It must have been a fluke earlier.” He cleaned off the glass rod, put it back in the jar of lube, and slid a diaper under her bottom.
Moments later, he released her restraints, helped her sit, and pulled a pink nightie over her head. Next, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the rocking chair.
“I bet my Baby girl is tired.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She snuggled against him, not wanting him to put her to bed just yet. “And thirsty. Can I have my milk now?”
He leaned down to grab the bottle and brought the nipple to her lips. He was smiling as if he’d won the lottery while she set her hand over his and let him feed her.