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)
Rule?
“No playing with your titties,” he reminds me.
“I wasn’t—” I clamp my mouth shut. Do I want to argue semantics with him?
“When you cover them, you’re touching them,” he points out.
I shudder so violently he has to notice. His command sends a rush of wetness between my legs.
“Don’t squeeze your thighs together either, Little one. Most of the time you won’t be able to, but when you’re not wearing a diaper, I want you to remember to keep your thighs parted.”
Another shudder as I part my knees slightly. I’m pretty sure my arousal is going to run down my inner thighs. How does he do that with just his tone?
He checks the water, adjusts it, and lifts me by the hips to settle me in the tub. “How’s your tummy?”
“All better,” I admit.
He smiles. “See? Daddies know things.”
I don’t say much while he pours water over my head and proceeds to wash my hair. After rinsing it, he adds conditioner. While that sits, he uses a washcloth to wash the rest of my body.
Most of this time, I’m white-knuckling the sides of the tub, trying not to notice when he strokes over my nipples and then between my legs. It’s impossible to ignore his touch, but I’m struggling to understand my reactions to him. This is foreign territory for me.
Finally, he rinses my conditioner out, lets the water drain, and lifts me onto the bathmat. He grabs a fluffy pink towel and pats my body dry before squeezing the moisture out of my hair.
Turning me around, he picks up my comb and works through the tangles in my hair. “Let me know if I pull too tight, Little bunny. I don’t want to hurt you.”
It’s actually heavenly. Having someone pamper me is like a dream. If only I could ignore the fact that I’m naked. He didn’t even wrap the towel around me. My hands are fisted awkwardly at my sides so I can keep from touching myself when what I really want to do is cross my arms over my boobs.
“There,” he declares when he’s done. “Now, one more thing.” He takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom.
I have no idea what the one more thing is, but I bet it’s going to be equally embarrassing, and I soon realize I’m correct when he spreads another towel out on the bed and lifts me to sit on it. “Lie back, Little bunny. Hold your legs open wide for me.”
I whimper as he pulls a razor and shaving cream out of a bag he must have brought with him.
“I don’t know about this, Daddy,” I mutter.
“I’ll be very careful, Little one. I promise. You just stay nice and still for me.”
I purse my lips. I’m so exposed. I’m also wet, and not from the bath. I can’t stop the arousal from continuing to leak out of me. Even lying here like this spread open and naked for him makes my tummy flutter. His firm demanding tone is the main contributor.
I flinch as he spreads shaving cream on my mons, but I remain very, very still as soon as he picks up the razor. I certainly don’t want to risk getting my sensitive skin nicked.
Daddy is efficient. He moves my labia all around and holds them open to make sure he gets every hair. When he’s finally done, I realize I’m panting. I’m also much more naked. He can see every single inch of me. I have zero secrets from him now.
After he wipes all the shaving cream away, he leans in closer, parting my folds and examining me closely. “Did you use the diaper cream, Little bunny?”
“No, Sir,” I admit.
“Your skin is a little red. That might be why, or perhaps you’re more sensitive than some people. We’ll ask the pediatrician when we see him.”
“Pediatrician?” My voice cracks.
“Yep. There are a few on the island. Doctors who take care of adult Littles.”
“I don’t need a doctor. I’m sure it’s fine.”
He lifts his gaze to smile at me. “All Littles get regular check-ups on the island, Baby girl. The doctors will monitor your physical and emotional health. We’re going to go straight there when we arrive. I want you to be assessed because I want you to work through the panic you’ve been feeling since the mugging.”
I can’t help but pull my arms in close and lift my hands to cover my breasts. Am I in over my head?
Before I manage to actually touch myself, Daddy guides my hands to the sides of my head with his fingers around my wrists. He leans over me and brings his lips to mine. “I’m going to put clothes on you and take you to the island, but I want to kiss you first. I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks. Not just your lips. All of you. Are you ready for that, Little bunny?”