Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I lick my lips. “I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what, bunny?” His voice is calm, soft, sexy.
“I didn’t know what all the hype was about. I was lying here thinking about how good it felt to sit on your lap and how I felt when you touched the edge of my panties, and my hand drifted down to do the same thing, and my tummy fluttered, and then…” I gasp and purse my lips.
“Go on,” he encourages gently.
I shake my head. I’ve lost my marbles.
“Petra, tell me. Did you move your hand to your cotton-covered clit, Little bunny?”
I gulp and nod.
“And it felt good.”
I nod again. So good.
“So you took your panties off.”
Another nod.
“And your nightgown.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Did you play with your little titties too, Baby girl?”
I shudder. My nipples stiffen at the mention. The word titties is so babyish, and I’m instantly very Little. But this time I shake my head.
“You didn’t touch them?” He looks surprised.
“No, Sir,” I murmur. “I was using both hands to, uh…”
“Ah. You thrust your fingers into you with one hand and rubbed your little clit with the other.”
I shake my head again. “No. I didn’t, uh…”
“You didn’t penetrate your tight little cunt, bunny?”
I swallow again. “No, Sir,” I whisper so softly it’s a wonder he heard me. I’m so flustered.
“What was your other hand doing, Petra?”
“Uh, holding the hood back.” I’m so hot I might self-combust.
“Ah. I see. Is your pussy bare or covered with pretty dark curls?”
I bite my lip and then find my voice. “I don’t know how to shave it. I’m afraid I’ll cut myself,” I tell him honestly.
He smiles at me. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to see that pussy and shave it for you?”
I give a quick head shake. I can’t be sure how badly he might want to do something like that. It sounds embarrassing. “I’d be mortified.”
He shakes his head. “No reason to be. Daddies like to shave their Little girls, and I bet you’d like how it feels.”
I shudder. I bet I would too, but I can’t imagine a scenario in which this would ever happen.
“Have you thought about coming to visit me, Little bunny?”
I shake my head. I’m lying, sort of.
He narrows his gaze. “I thought you told me you don’t like to tell fibs.”
I flinch. “I don’t. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“So, you have thought about coming to the island.” He’s not asking a question.
“A little, but it’s not realistic.” I pluck at the hem of my nightgown.
“Give me a good reason why not, Little bunny.”
I draw in a deep breath and go for the truth. Again. “I already think about you a lot. So, either one of two things would happen. One, I fall hard for you and it hurts to leave. Or two, we realize we don’t really have chemistry and it hurts to lose the dream.”
“Mmm. I think you’re leaving out a third reason, the most important one.”
“What’s that?”
“That it does work out between us and you’re so happy that you don’t leave at all.”
I suck in a breath. Is he right?
“That’s scary, isn’t it, Little bunny? It disrupts your life. It flips everything you thought you knew about yourself upside down. I know it’s scary, but let me give you a few more things to think about. One, if you did fall into sync with this lifestyle and decide you loved it, wouldn’t you rather know that and embrace it than always wonder what if? And two, I want you to know that I’m not insensitive. If you come here and love it and never leave, I will be with you every step of the way. I will help you through the adjustment, emotionally and physically.”
“I think you’re leaving out a third possibility, too, Sir,” I say to counter his earlier third.
He smiles. “Touché. What’s that, Little bunny?”
“I fall in love with the lifestyle and you, but you don’t fall in love with me. Then I know something about myself I would have been better off not knowing, and I return to the mainland sad and alone.”
“Oh, sweet, sweet girl. I can assure you we’re way past that. I’ve thought about nothing but you since I scooped you up off the pavement after your mugging. Sometimes Daddies just know. I knew that very moment you were meant to be my Little girl. I’ve been biding my time, letting you catch up to me. My heart is already yours.”
I gasp. I can’t even respond.
“Do something for me, Little bunny,” he says, changing the subject.
“What, Sir?”
“Climb back under the covers, set the phone on the pillow next to you, and snuggle up with your stuffie. I’ll read you a story. When you fall asleep, I’ll hang up and let you get some rest.”
I smile. “You’ll read me a story?”
“Yep. I have a whole shelf of them just waiting for a Little girl to come visit me so I can start reading them to her every night. I recently met the perfect Little girl, and I can’t wait for her to come visit so she can find out how much I adore her and how happy she can be in my care.”