Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“What’s that?” she hesitantly asked.
“This will help offset the cold,” he explained.
Before she could ask more questions, Trace wrapped one hand around her ankles and lifted her bottom from the table. Bending her legs over her body, he held her easily in position with her bottom spread widely.
“No,” Avery whined as she tried to avoid his hold.
“Be good, Mae Bug.”
Daddy scooped a small bit of the cream from the jar onto his finger. He pressed it against that small opening between her buttocks and slid inside.
“That’s warm,” she gasped a second later.
“Now your vitamin,” he announced and pressed the large cold medicine deep in her bottom.
Avery looked up at him, trying to get herself together. The suppository was cold but the cream was hot inside her.
“What’s this sound, Little girl?” he asked, making the low mechanical hum once again.
Avery shook her head, refusing to answer. She watched him silently reach for that vial of warm cream. “No more,” she begged. Already her inner thighs were coated with her juices.
“Tell Daddy what you enjoyed in your dream,” Trace pushed again, scooping a bit out on his finger.
“The vibrator. I was dreaming about that blue vibrator you bought me.”
“The one that looks like a pacifier for your pussy?” he asked, touching her tightly clenched rectal opening with another touch of the warming cream.
“Yes!” she confessed as the heat grew between her cheeks.
“It’s in the family room where we were watching TV.” Trace released the restraints and scooped her up in his arms. Carrying her through the house, he stopped to pull a thick towel from the rack in the bathroom. She clung to him as the opposite sensations of hot and cold waged between her thighs.
Soon, she sat cuddled naked on the towel covering his lap. Avery spread her legs eagerly as he pressed the pacifier-shaped plug into her pussy. Moving his finger hooked inside the ring, Trace adjusted the squirming device inside her.
The hum buzzed through Avery’s body. She gritted her teeth, trying not to orgasm. Giving him total control was so hard.
“Who’s in charge, Little girl?” Trace asked, knowingly following her thoughts.
“Daddy is,” she whispered.
“What is his job?”
“To take care of me.” Avery bit her bottom lip as the sensations swirled around her. Hot. Cold. The vibrator pulled it all together as it pressed against the thick suppository through the thin wall separating her two filled entrances.
“Did your dream tell you what you needed?” he probed. “Did you need to be filled?”
“Yes!” Avery screamed into the room as her body exploded into pleasure.
Daddy did not slow the movement of the vibrator against her. Instead, he continued to stimulate her over and over until Avery rested limply against his chest. He tugged the device from her channel, leaving it on to fill the room with that mechanical noise she’d re-created in her dreams.
“Who’s in charge, Little girl?”
“Daddy,” she whispered, as she clung to his body for support and reassurance.
“That’s my good girl. I want you to ask for another climax.”
“I can’t take any more, Daddy,” she pleaded.
“One more, Mae Bug. Ask.”
Avery listened to the buzzing sound. She’d pretended not to like the device when he’d used it before, not wanting him to know how much it affected her. It was hard giving away all her secrets.
“Do we need to start again, Little girl?” he asked.
She shook her head desperately. “No. I’ll be good.”
“Ask me.”
“D-Daddy? Could you put that in me?”
“Could I put what in you?” he asked.
“My pussy pacifier. Could you put it inside me so I can come again?” Avery asked, as her body responded to the question he’d made her verbalize.
“Yes, Little girl. Let Daddy help you feel your best.” Trace plunged the bulb back into place and pressed the vibrator against her clit.
Seconds later, she exploded, orgasming stronger than ever before. Blindly, she turned in his arms to wrap herself around his body. Trace removed the vibrator and gathered her close. His kisses and soft words reassured her she was safe—that her Daddy would take care of her.
Avery lifted her lips to invite his kiss. The fiery exchange that followed proved how much Trace enjoyed satisfying her needs. She was in awe of his steely control. Their lovemaking would be fierce at a different time. Right now, he only wanted to take care of her.
An hour later, Avery’s stomach roared a demand for food. Trace led her to the nursery and dressed her simply in the leggings and shirt she preferred to lounge in around the house. When they reached the kitchen, Avery walked to the refrigerator and traced a chart now posted on the door.
“What’s this, Daddy?”
“Your new task chart. Each week you’ll have one challenge. If you get all the stickers, Daddy will reward you. What should you do this week?” he asked, running a finger down a list of activities.