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)
Was it possible her world was as perfect as it seemed? She still had concerns. This was so new. She’d been the cause of their first bump in the road. She knew there would be more bumps, but she really wanted this to work. It was a dream come true.
Chapter Seventeen
The next evening had a similar vibe. Nicoya came home, shed her adult in her own house, showered, let her Daddy dress her, and went to his home for the night. It felt so good to let him take care of everything.
At one point during dinner, she asked him, “Are you sure you don’t mind babying me like this? I’m a lot of work.”
“Not at all, Niki. I love it.” Tonight he’d gone a step further, strapping her hands to her sides in the booster seat and fixing a tray over her waist.
The effect was shocking. She couldn’t stop squirming. The plug in her bottom was one size larger than the previous night, and she was pretty sure after he’d put diaper cream on her, he’d added a different sort of cream directly to her clit. It tingled and made her fidget constantly.
But the restraints on her wrists… They shifted her mindset even younger. She was breathing heavily all through the meal, nearly panting every time he offered her another bite of homemade mac and cheese.
She kept swinging her legs and squirming, every movement making her nipples rub against the thin T-shirt.
Another bottle and another movie followed, but she didn’t fall asleep this time. She was too aroused to doze off. Her Daddy hadn’t had sex with her last night or this morning. He hadn’t even given her an orgasm. She’d begun to think he was tormenting her on purpose.
When her bladder grew too full to hold back any longer, she wet herself, no longer worried about how he would react. She’d learned that he liked taking care of her so intimately.
She couldn’t take it any longer. As the credits ran across the screen, she turned toward her Daddy and cupped his face. “Can we have sex now, Daddy?”
Her Daddy chuckled. “Is my Baby girl aroused?”
She nodded. “Please?”
He turned off the television and rose, keeping her cradled in his arms. “Hmm. I have another idea.”
Another idea? What other idea could he have that didn’t involve sex? She tried hard not to pout, disappointed when he walked straight through his bedroom and into the nursery.
Daddy lowered her onto the changing table before pulling her shirt over her head.
She shivered as the air hit her sensitive nipples. The shiver turned to a full-body shudder when he lifted her hands above her head to restrain them like he had last night.
She started panting when he added a second strap across her hips. “Daddy…” She was desperate.
“Shh. Let Daddy take care of you.” He removed her diaper, spread her legs wide, and wiped her skin clean with several wet cloths. So many that she decided he was continuing on purpose in order to drive her arousal even higher.
It was working. She kept clenching the plug in her bottom, secretly enjoying the way it felt. It was naughty and its presence drove her higher.
“Can you keep your legs open for me, Baby girl? Or would you like me to restrain them?”
She licked her lips, panting. Could she really ask him to restrain her legs?
He smiled at her. “Never mind. I realize my Baby girl likes a bit of forced pleasure. I wasn’t sure until I restrained you during dinner. And now that I have you secured to the changing table, you’re practically moaning.”
She pursed her lips to make sure she didn’t actually moan, but it was difficult to hide her pleasure from him. Impossible. And she gasped when he pushed one leg out much wider. He bent her knee so that her heel was almost touching her butt, wrapped some sort of strap around her leg several times, and then tethered it to the far side of the changing table.
As soon as he started on the other leg, she whimpered. She’d never been this exposed before. This vulnerable. She was submitting to him on a level she’d never expected. And her pussy was soaked and needy.
“Daddy…” she whimpered as she tugged on all her restraints to test them, finding them secure. That realization drove her even higher, sending her climbing up to a peak she’d never visited before.
Daddy stepped between her legs, leaned over her, and cupped her breasts.
She arched and moaned. “Daddy!” she cried out.
“That’s my good Baby girl. Let it feel good. Don’t fight it.” He teased her nipples for several minutes, circling and tapping them until she thought she might hyperventilate.
“Please, Daddy. I need you to touch my pussy.”
He shook his head. “Daddy is not going to touch your pussy tonight, Baby girl.”