Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“But…”
“Plus, you need to keep your hands away from everything for a while so you don’t mess up the polish.”
She squeezed the ball tighter. “You planned this.”
He chuckled. “Every moment.”
“You’re such a meanie. When are you going to let me come?”
“Mmm. We’ll see. All you need to do is focus on doing what you’re told.”
Her entire body shook with her shudder. “My clit throbs when you order me around.”
He grinned.
“Meanie,” she said before giving him a fake pout.
“I bet by this time tomorrow night in my care you won’t think I’m a meanie anymore,” he informed her. “I bet you’ll be rejuvenated, refreshed, and so sated by the time you go back to work on Monday that you’ll be able to tackle all your work with a new outlook on life.”
“You’re making me slide into a much younger headspace, Daddy,” she murmured.
“That’s the goal. It will refresh you. I promise.” He lifted a forkful of salad and brought it to her lips.
She opened her mouth and let him feed her.
Anton had known he was a Daddy for a long time, but he’d never been in a relationship this important or this deep before. His entire body reacted to her submission. She was so adorable sitting in this booster seat wearing nothing but panties and the plug, holding that ball between her spread legs, and keeping her hands flat on the tray.
“Mmm. That’s so good. I can’t decide if food tastes better because you’re such a great cook or if it’s because you feed me. It’s so erotic.”
“Maybe a bit of both.” He put some ziti on his fork next and blew on it before offering it to her. “See how my grandmother’s red sauce is.”
The moan she let out made his cock protest. When he’d plotted this evening, he hadn’t fully taken into consideration how aroused he would be from seducing her.
After several bites, he lifted the bottle to give her a drink. She was never sexier than she was with her chest bare, her head tipped back, and her lips wrapped around that nipple.
Anton was shocked he was able to eat a reasonable amount of the meal in between feeding her, and he wasn’t sad when they were finished. Her nails would be dry by now, but he had a few more plans in mind before he intended to let her use her hands or would give either of them the release they craved.
By the time he had the kitchen cleaned up, Gemma was wiggling in her seat. “I need to go potty, Daddy.” She lifted one of her hands. “Do you think my polish is dry enough yet?”
He’d anticipated this moment and was ready for the next phase. After returning to her, he took one hand and looked closely. “I think it needs a bit more time. The polish was really thick. Hold your hands up, Little girl.” He removed the tray, set the ball on the table, and unfastened the strap at her waist before lifting her to her feet.
“But…”
“Come.”
She followed him to the nursery with her hands held out adorably in front of her. “Daddy, I really need to pee.”
He spanned her waist with both hands and lifted her onto the changing table. “Lie back. Daddy will take that plug out and put a diaper on you so you can pee.”
Her breath hitched as she leaned back. “Are you sure you want me to use a diaper, Daddy?”
He slid her panties off and dropped them in the hamper. “I’m positive I want to take care of my Little girl in every way when she needs to rejuvenate. Weekends are perfect for letting yourself be fully Little and submitting deeper to Daddy. Can you spread your legs for me, Little Bee?”
Chapter Thirteen
Gemma was trembling from head to toe. This entire evening had been filled with sexual tension. Her Daddy was extremely talented at making her want on a level she’d never experienced.
It was mindboggling to realize she was now lying on a changing table, naked, legs spread open. So exposed. So vulnerable. So aroused.
“Lift your hands above your head so Daddy doesn’t accidentally mess up your polish, Little Bee.”
She whimpered as she stretched her hands above her head, causing her breasts to be more exposed. Her nipples were so hard, begging to be touched. She’d give anything if he’d lean over and suckle them. But if he took the time to do that, she would wet herself.
Daddy stretched a strap across her tummy and fastened it tight. “Don’t want my girl to fall off the changing table.”
The pressure against her bladder intensified. “Daddy…”
“Legs wider. Pull your knees back so I can get the plug out.”
She pursed her lips and held her breath as he twisted the plug around several times before slowly easing it from her bottom. When it finally popped free, she let out a sigh of relief.