Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“He likes me,” she cheered quietly, looking over her shoulder at Tom.
“I wondered if you’d charm Edgar like you did me,” Tom said with a wink.
With the efficiency of obvious practice, Tom set out the rest of the produce and double checked that the hutch was secure. With the empty bowl in one hand, he wrapped his arm around Elizabeth’s waist.
“Let’s go, my special Bunny.”
After guiding her back into the house, Tom helped her remove her jacket and boots before leading her to a closed door off the hall. “Remember, we’ll need to make this nursery yours and Hortense’s. We’ll make any changes you’d like.”
He turned the doorknob and Elizabeth peeked inside. She wandered away from his side to stand in the middle of the room and turn in a slow circle. It wasn’t a huge space, but small and intimate. Tom had painted the walls a delicate lilac color that she immediately loved. It set off the dark walnut furniture beautifully.
Unable to stop herself, Elizabeth walked to something that looked like a daybed but there was a lowered railing at the front. She ran her hand over the smooth wood and looked back at him. “Is this a crib?”
“It is,” Tom confirmed as he stepped forward to raise the side into place. “When you take a nap, Daddy will make sure you’re safely inside. Do you like the comforter?” he asked before lowering the railing back down into place.
Elizabeth smoothed a hand over the silky comforter. It was the same beautiful color as the walls with a pattern of darker purple flowers on it. She wanted to climb inside and snuggle. “I love it. I don’t think I need a crib, though. I’m not a baby,” she protested.
“All Little girls need a pretty bed for naps and to stretch out on while Daddy reads them a story. Sometimes, you’ll need to be very Little, and I’ll need to know that you’re safe. Have you ever dreamed of your Daddy feeding you a bottle as he rocks you?”
Before she could stop herself, Elizabeth nodded, answering his question. Feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment, she stammered, “You know, just a random dream. Not something I really want.”
“Come sit on my lap, Little girl.”
He led her to an oversized upholstered chair and sat down to pat his thighs. When she hesitated, feeling silly, he scooped her up and cuddled her close. “There’s nothing we can’t share with each other. Would you like me to tell you how I will take care of you when you’re Little?”
Nodding, Elizabeth hid her face in the crook of his neck.
“Such a shy Baby,” he murmured and hugged her tight. “When—not if—you’re very Little, I will lay you down on the changing table there.”
Elizabeth peeked to the side where he pointed and looked at the large dresser-like item with the padded top. There were drawers underneath and a large open shelf stocked with white folded items. Those aren’t… She shook her head. They couldn’t be.
Her Daddy rubbed her back to reassure her before continuing, “There, I can take your temperature.”
“Not in my bottom,” she interrupted.
“Never tell your Daddy what he can do,” Tom reprimanded her sternly. “All Little girls have their temperatures taken in their bottoms. I have a special thermometer that is thick and long to fill your bottom and accurately measure for a fever.”
“You won’t do that often, right?”
“Oh, no. Once a day will be perfect to make sure you feel well. Sometimes, Little girls don’t tell their Daddies when they’re ill. If you have a fever, that thermometer will be in your bottom much more frequently.”
“I feel great,” she rushed to assure him.
“I’m glad, Little girl. Do you know what else Daddy uses that changing table for?”
“No.” Elizabeth held her breath, waiting to hear what he would share next.
“If you need any medicine, I can give it to you there. There is a stack of diapers to wrap around your bottom if Daddy thinks you need a very Little day.”
“I don’t need one of those,” she whispered.
“Not tonight. Another day, definitely your cute bottom will be wrapped in a diaper. Then, Daddy will put a cute pair of ruffled panties over it. You will look adorable.”
Elizabeth didn’t ask if she’d have to use it. Her Daddy had said he’d take care of her totally. An image of her lying on the changing table as he opened her diaper and cleaned her skin before rewarding her with tickles in her most intimate spaces entered her mind. She tried not to let that scenario arouse her, but Elizabeth could feel herself getting wet.
As if he could read her thoughts, Tom stroked down her spine and dipped under the borrowed T-shirt she wore. He cupped her punished bottom before tracing his fingertips along the cleft between her cheeks.