Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Daddy took her hand and guided her straight through to the master bathroom. He turned on the water to fill the tub before bending down to remove her shoes and socks. “You really are soaked, Precious Girl.” He chuckled. “You must really hate waitressing to have chosen to run the dishwasher. Your arms are going to be sore tomorrow. I know those trays are heavy. You must have lifted them dozens of times.”
She held out her arms. “They’re already shaking.”
“Can you even lift them up for me, Maya?”
“I think so.” She giggled as she lifted them so he could pull her shirt over her head. Last night she’d been kind of embarrassed when he’d given her a bath. Tonight she was far less concerned about him seeing her naked. It was obvious he didn’t care a single bit about any perceived imperfections she might think she had.
Seconds later, she was naked, and Daddy lifted her into the tub. He handed her some fat bathtime crayons. “You can draw on the tile while I wash you.”
The water made her feel slightly more alive, and she found herself enjoying the freedom to draw on the wall next to the tub. “Are you sure this will wash off, Daddy?”
“Positive. Don’t you worry.”
While he washed her from head to toe, she drew a big red heart, put an arrow through it in blue, and added both their initials inside. DM in green, MR in yellow.
“That’s very nice, Maya. Part your legs for me.”
She spread her legs, but the moment he brushed over her sensitive parts with the washcloth, her breath hitched. Picture forgotten, she dropped the crayon and grabbed the sides of the tub.
Her Daddy didn’t linger like she would have liked, though. Instead, he set the cloth aside, pulled the stopper at the bottom of the tub, and whisked her out to stand her on her feet.
Maya whimpered on her wobbly legs while he patted her dry before squeezing as much water as he could out of her hair with the towel.
Her teeth started chattering.
“Are you cold, Precious Girl?”
She shrugged. “I think I’m a lot of things. Cold, exhausted, overworked, hungry, thirsty, and now horny. I’m trembling.”
He chuckled as he lifted her off the floor to cradle her in his arms. He hurried through to the nursery, and the next thing she knew she was lying on the changing table.
Daddy draped her hair off the end before pulling a strap across her middle. He secured it tight and then wrapped a soft cuff around her wrist and attached it to the side of the table.
She watched in shock as he did the same to the other wrist. “Daddy?”
“Daddy will always secure you when you’re on the changing table so you don’t fall off.”
When she tugged on her arms to find them indeed fastened securely, her arousal shot through the roof and became the dominant sensation, overshadowing chilly, hungry, and tired.
Daddy set his palms on her knees and guided them apart. As he smoothed his hands up and down her inner thighs, she started panting. He’d given her mind-blowing pleasure yesterday, but nothing compared to how she felt now that he’d restrained her.
His dominance was palpable in the room, and when he lowered his mouth to her folds, she moaned so loud it echoed in her head. She was totally at his mercy, and she loved every second of it.
He drove her crazy, licking and sucking her labia and her clit before thrusting his tongue into her channel.
She writhed against the restraints, but there was no escaping his delicious torture. It seemed like only seconds before she was rushing up the mountain, unable to slow the climb, and then she fell off the other side with no warning, crying out as the powerful orgasm washed through her body.
She was panting and sated as he kissed her pussy several more times, reverently. She could barely focus as he lifted her bottom a few inches, and though it registered that he was putting a diaper on her, she didn’t care.
She welcomed the deep submission she felt as her Daddy fastened the absorbent material around her hips before releasing her hands and waist. Without a word, he pulled a soft cotton shirt over her head, helped her sit upright, adjusted the material around her, and lifted her into his arms.
Maya wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook. She was still trembling but now it was from the lingering effects of her orgasm combined with how emotional she felt.
Daddy rubbed her back as he carried her toward the crib. He lowered her gently, tucked Tawny and Princess in her arms, and kissed her. “I’m going to fix you a bottle, Precious Girl. I’ll be right back.” He lifted the side of the crib, leaving her feeling Littler than she’d ever felt.