Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Aria knew her body completely betrayed her arousal. She tried to hold still on the table, but it was so hard. He traced her pussy’s swollen lips to delve into her pink folds. Aria closed her eyes at the sound of her juices lapping around his fingers. Everywhere he touched pushed her sensitivity higher. She held her breath as his touch neared her clit. Just a few strokes and I’ll come! When his fingers stilled a fraction of an inch away from that trigger, Aria flashed open her eyelids and turned her head to meet his gaze in shock.
“Ask me, Little girl,” he requested.
Her eyes widened at his demand. He wouldn’t allow her to hide her reaction to his intimate treatment. She would have to own it to get her reward.
“I need you, Daddy. Help me,” she begged, too wrapped up in the feelings to give a fleeting second thought to what she was revealing.
“Good girl. Daddy loves to help his Little girl.”
Those fingers continued their path. Aria wanted to look away, but his fiery gaze held hers captive. He watched her with passion etched on his face. She affected him as much as he controlled her. A flood of pleasure burst over her body, and she shouted into the room.
“Daddy!”
His fingers didn’t pause but continued to push her arousal through the climax and into another and another. Her bottom clamping around the inserted thermometer reminded her of how this had started and what he planned to do to her. She didn’t fight the restraints but gloried in them. They offered her the freedom to not think about what she should do. There was nothing she could do but take everything he gave her.
A gush of liquid startled her. Had she just peed on him? Aria turned her face toward the padding in embarrassment.
“Shh, Little girl. Daddy loves that he makes you squirt. Come one more time and I’ll let you rest.”
Her mind so blown by the excesses of his treatment, Aria couldn’t concentrate on anything but how much he forced her to feel. When the tingles and shivers of pleasure took over her body one more time, she screamed into the room.
“Sweet, sweet Little girl. You are such a pleasure,” Cameron complimented. His soft words calmed her beating heart and reassured her that her response had been exactly what he had hoped for.
She felt the thermometer slide out, and she slumped even farther on the changing table’s padded top. A whisper of movements reached her but Aria didn’t have the energy to look. Aria felt something cold press at the tight ring of muscles guarding her smallest entrance.
“Daddy’s giving you some cooling medicine, Aria. Your temperature was too high,” Cameron explained as he pressed a small cool capsule into her bottom.
“Daddy…”
“Just let me take care of you, okay?”
Aria nodded, knowing that she was giving him permission to treat her as he thought best. She could feel the cold object inside her, reminding her of its presence.
She felt him wipe the moisture from the mat below her before releasing her legs and hands. He shifted her onto her back and spread her legs. Her nerves still in overdrive, Aria shuddered at the feel of the wipes cleaning her skin. Her muscles felt like she’d run a marathon. A marathon of pleasure.
Her Daddy lifted her hips and wrapped her bottom in something soft and dry that crinkled slightly before pulling her leggings up around her waist. He gathered her in his arms and walked over to the rocking chair where he cradled her in his lap. Aria rested her head on his shoulder and basked in the calm feeling that filled her mind. She loved his warm touch as he stroked up and down her spine.
Chapter Eleven
It was dark outside when she followed him into the kitchen, clinging to his hand. Aria didn’t know what she thought about what had happened. She’d never given anyone that much control. When he kissed her forehead, she looked up at him.
“You are precious, Little girl. Let’s make some sandwiches for dinner. You need some food. Do you want to sit down or stay with Daddy?”
“Daddy.” Aria needed to be close.
“I’d like that, too. Let’s wash our hands first.”
Leading her to the kitchen sink, Cameron wrapped himself around her, guiding their hands into the water. He gathered some soap from the dispenser and lathered their hands together. After rinsing the suds away, he dried her hands and then his with a soft towel.
She helped him choose ingredients from the refrigerator and assemble them on the counter. Within a short time, he had six gorgeous sandwiches made and displayed on a platter. Holding on to the dress shirt he still wore, Aria trailed him to the table and then back to pour milk into a tall glass and into a pink sippy cup with a lid.