Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Gabriel slides his hands to my back and unfastens my bra before easing it down my arms and setting it aside.
Instinct causes me to lift my hands to cover my exposed breasts, but he circles my wrists and gently guides my arms to my sides.
“You’re beautiful, Zia. Stunning. Don’t cover yourself.” He releases one of my wrists, sets his hand between my shoulder blades, and guides me to lie back on the changing table.
I suck hard on the pacifier, my nerves so frazzled I can’t think straight. I squirm as he pulls my dress down my body. He removes my sandals next. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. Not even at the gynecologist’s office. At least when I see the doctor, she’s a woman, and she gives me a gown.
I wouldn’t have even seen a gynecologist at all yet if my mother hadn’t insisted. For some reason, the woman thinks I need to be prepared to have sex, so she had me go on birth control two years ago. I’ve never told her I’m a virgin. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m banging several men.
I’m so exposed that I bend my elbows and draw my arms up to my chest.
Without a word, Gabriel lowers one of my hands to my side before wrapping something around my wrists. When I twist my neck to look, I find he has put a Velcro cuff on me, and it’s attached to the side of the table. He pulls a strap across my stomach before lowering my other hand to secure it also.
My arousal instantly shoots through the roof. My nipples stiffen to hard peaks. It seems like the air in the room is blowing on them. I suckle harder, whimpering around the pacifier as I tip my head back and arch my chest.
I could spit the pacifier out and complain or argue or demand he release me, but I don’t. And I continue to say nothing as his fingers come to the sides of my panties to lower them over my hips and down my legs.
I’m mortified because he can see how wet I am. I don’t look at him because I’m too embarrassed to see his expression. Instead I squeeze my eyes closed as he sets his palms on my thighs and parts my knees wide.
I nearly come out of my skin when he strokes my labia with one finger. “I’m going to use a cream to remove these pretty curls, Baby girl. I don’t want moisture trapped against your skin when you’re diapered. Okay?”
Could he just do it and not ask me? I’m panting around the pacifier. I think I might hyperventilate. I don’t want to talk about my private parts.
He gives a little tug to my blond curls. “So pretty.” A moment later, I sense him bending forward, and then he reverently kisses my mound. “I know you’re hiding behind the pacifier, Baby girl, and that’s okay for now. I just want you to know that I’m observant. You enjoy the restraints. You started panting harder when I secured your hands. You arched your chest, and your pussy is soaked.”
I can’t breathe.
He parts my legs again, farther this time. His lips come to my inner thigh, and he kisses a path to my sex. His warm breath against my wet folds makes me bite down on the pacifier. It has some sort of mouth guard that prevents me from actually biting through the rubber nipple.
After another kiss to my private parts, he lifts his head a few inches. “If you were truly opposed to me removing these curls or anything else I’m going to do, you would spit that pacifier out and tell me.”
He’s right. Darn him. It’s easier if he makes it seem like I have no choice about anything. I’m finding that I want to try everything in this room, but I’d rather he not ask me.
He comes around to my side, sets a palm on my head, and pops the pacifier out of my mouth.
I whimper and squirm as he holds me steady, forcing me to look at him. “Is it okay if Daddy removes the hair from your pretty little pussy, Zia?”
I nod.
“Words, Baby girl.”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Yes, Daddy. I’d like you to bare my pussy.”
I shudder violently. My face heats. My chest is probably covered with red splotches. He wants me to say all that out loud?
Gabriel strokes my forehead with his thumb, not breaking my gaze. He’s waiting.
“Can’t you just do it and not ask me?” I say softly.
His brows lift. “In the future, yes. When I’m more acquainted with your reactions. Do you like the idea of Daddy strapping you down and taking care of your needs without consulting you, Zia?”
I nod and blow out a breath. Finally, he understands. Am I weird?