Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She walked forward to run her hand over the smooth wood of the cherrywood crib. “I didn’t know they really made these for adults.”
“They do.” Axel slid the side down and asked, “Would you like to stretch out and rest in your nursery while I make dinner?”
“Oh, I’ll just get up here to see what it’s like. I don’t need to take a nap or anything,” she assured him.
When she got tangled in her dress as she climbed inside, Axel stopped her for a minute to strip the dress off and help her under the covers. “It’s so soft.”
“You close your eyes and rest for Daddy. I’ll come get you soon,” Axel instructed, leaning in to kiss her before slowly raising the crib railing to keep her safe inside.
“I won’t sleep,” she insisted before yawning widely.
“Then just rest.”
He left one lamp on in the corner and turned the rest off to leave the room in soothing shadows. Axel stood by the bed to help her settle in for a few minutes. Reassured, she closed her eyes and snuggled into the pillow.
Waking, Nicoya pushed herself up to sitting and groaned. That large cherry limeade was now pushing on her bladder. She needed to go now. Rattling the railing, she tried to figure out how to lower it.
Axel’s voice came from a stuffed puppy under the glowing lamp. “I’ll be there in a minute, Niki.”
“I have to use the bathroom, Daddy. Come quick.”
“It’s going to be a minute or so. If you have an accident, Daddy will change your diaper.”
“But…” Nicoya squeezed her thighs together. She could hear the rattle of the pans and knew her Daddy was cooking. He might not be able to come help her for a bit.
She tried to think of anything else to distract herself. Nothing was working. Not even reciting all the cupcakes on the Little Cakes menu. Nicoya heard him coming and scooted to the front of the crib. A groan escaped from her lips as that motion turned out to be too much and she wet her diaper. Once she started, Nicoya couldn’t stop.
“Daddy, I couldn’t wait,” she confessed, feeling her bottom lip quiver as he walked in.
“That’s okay, Little girl. A quick diaper change and you’ll be ready for dinner.”
He lifted her effortlessly into his arms and placed her on the changing table. “We don’t want your hands in the way,” he said as he tethered her hands together securely above her head. “That’s my good girl.”
Blowing a raspberry on her tummy, Axel made her giggle. He didn’t seem bothered at all that she’d used her diaper. In a flash, he had the heavy, wet item stripped off and used a cloth to wipe her skin clean. “It’s a good thing I got that cream applied so well,” he said, reminding her of the orgasm she’d experienced at his thorough touch.
“Let’s check one thing,” he suggested and reached in the drawer below her.
The thick thermometer he withdrew made her stiffen her legs straight. She knew that wasn’t one that went in her mouth. “I’m too big for a bottom thermometer.”
“All Littles get their temperatures taken in their bottoms,” he told her as he looped a restraining strap over her ribcage before he lifted her stiff legs and pushed them back over her head to spread her buttocks.
She leaned sideways to watch him pull out a small bottle with an ejector tip on the end. He snapped off the protective tip and squeezed it slightly to dispense some of the goo before pressing it to the small opening between her cheeks. With a whoosh, she felt the thick mixture flow inside.
He dropped that into the trashcan and inserted the thermometer deeply. In this position, she could hardly squirm. The lubricant kept her from being able to push the intruder out of her bottom. He twisted it from side to side, settling it as deep as her body would allow.
“Good girl. Just a few minutes and we’ll pop that out. Then I’m going to insert a plug to start widening your bottom.”
She watched him reach forward to a set of items hanging handily on the wall above the changing table. Plugs nestled in holders each larger than the next ending with a size that was too big for her to think about fitting inside her. They were so conveniently located. Did that mean he would use them often?
Nicoya held her breath while she waited and stared at those plugs on the wall. She was embarrassed, not because he was taking her temperature or because he intended to put one of those giant things in her bottom. Nope. She was embarrassed because she was wet and struggling not to squirm. Also, her nipples were hard, and since she wasn’t wearing a shirt, he could see them. There was no way for her to hide her arousal. And it surprised her that her body’s reaction was a result of anal play.