Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
As he stretched her arms high above her head, she nearly came off the table. And then he cuffed her wrists together and to the far end.
Suzette’s body heated. She dug her heels into the surface and arched her chest into the air. She couldn’t breathe. Her vision blurred. A need built inside her, making her feel like she was truly feverish.
Daddy set his hand on her torso between her breasts. “That’s my girl. Arch for me, Little one. You’re so incredibly gorgeous.”
His hand slid to cup one of her breasts, and he plucked her nipple, making her cry out. “Daddy!” She was panting and writhing. Embarrassment flooded her. She couldn’t control her body.
“Breathe for me,” he encouraged.
Was she not breathing? She gasped, drawing in lungsful of air, but it wasn’t enough.
“Good girl.”
“Hot… I’m too hot, Daddy.”
“I’m going to take your temperature, Little one, but I think the heat you feel is the needing.” He moved to the end of the table and set his hands on her thighs. “Spread your legs for me. As wide as you can.”
His command made her blood heat ten more degrees, and she arched her chest again, restless and desperate.
“I don’t want to spank your naughty bottom after what you’ve been through today, Suzette. Be a good girl and open your legs for me.” His tone was demanding.
She found herself unable to disobey him. She’d been taught to submit to this man, but she’d never expected anything like this. She’d never imagined a nursery or her being naked and exposed to his gaze. Plus, she knew this was no ordinary table she was strapped to. She’d seen these in every nursery in town. This one was adult-sized, but it was still a changing table.
There was a crib in the room, too. A rocking chair, toys, dolls, stuffed animals, everything a Little girl could want. And he meant for her to be his Little girl.
A shudder wracked her body at the thought of playing in this room. Would he want her to sleep in here, too?
Remembering his command, she parted her thighs wide, embracing the heat, grasping onto this new world.
Daddy’s huge hands spread wide on her inner thighs, stroking up and down her smooth skin. “There are a lot of bruises on your thighs, Little doll, but there is no evidence he touched your sweet pussy.”
She pursed her lips, trying not to think hard about what he was saying.
She squeezed her eyes closed, but nothing blocked out his touch. In fact, without her vision, she found herself even more acutely aware of his thumbs parting her folds as he bent closer to her most private parts.
When he threaded his fingers in her dark curls, she gasped. A slight tug made her stop breathing again. A pulsing was growing between her legs, driving her mad. She felt like she needed something, but she had no idea what or how to ask for it.
“These curls are so pretty, Suzette, but I’m going to shave your pussy now. I need you to lie very still for Daddy.”
Shave me? Down there? She’d shaved her legs this morning, but it had never occurred to her to shave anywhere else. Did women do that? Her mother hadn’t mentioned it.
Daddy pulled a strap across her tummy and cinched it tight, restraining her further. “Can you keep your legs open wide for me, Little doll? Or would you prefer I restrain your thighs, too?”
She futilely licked her lips again. “I’ll keep them open, Daddy,” she whispered. Her mind was a jumbled mess. Every time she tried to focus on a thought, it fled just as quick. All she could concentrate on was the growing sensation of need between her legs and the way her nipples were pebbled and achy.
She flinched when she heard the squirt of shaving cream and moaned as her Daddy spread it around her private parts.
“Stay very still, Little doll. I will reward you afterward.”
Reward her with what? She wanted to know, and the only way to find out would be to obey his directive. She barely moved or breathed as he carefully dragged a razor over her mons and between her legs. Over and over until she thought she might self-combust.
Finally, he was done, and he carefully wiped her skin with a wet cloth before trailing his fingers all over the now-nude flesh.
“So pink and pretty.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on her sex.
Suzette whimpered as he lingered, nuzzling her folds. When his tongue slid along the edge, she cried out. And then her eyes shot wide, searching for him when he stopped touching her.
He opened a drawer on the side of the table and pulled something out. “I need you to be a good girl for me while I take your temperature.” The rod he held up looked nothing like any thermometer she’d ever used.