Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Her mouth was parted slightly and a surge of satisfaction filled him.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” he asked.
“You . . . um . . . I . . . yes,” she breathed out. “Very much like.”
“That’s good,” he told her. “I’m going to strip down to my boxers, all right? But they won’t come off. It’s just in case I get wet.”
“Okay. That sounds reasonable. Uh-huh. You should just take it all off.”
“All of it, huh?” he asked with amusement.
“Yeah, all of it. Wow, you’re so muscular. And gorgeous. Sexy. I like the chest hair.”
“Glad you like the chest hair, baby,” he told her as he picked her up again to sit her down on the bench in the shower.
Grabbing the detachable shower head, he checked the temperature of the water before he used it to wet her.
“How is that?” he asked as he put the shower head away so he could grab the soap.
“Good, Daddy. I want a bath, though.”
“A bath would be easier.”
“And then I could have bubbles.”
Hayes started washing her. He moved as quickly as he could, not wanting her to get cold.
“Yep, you could have bubbles and Daddy could take his time washing you.” He rinsed her off before grabbing the shampoo to do her hair. By the time he had washed her hair, she was starting to shiver.
Yeah, a bath would be much better.
He turned off the shower and picked up a towel. “Urgh, this thing is like sandpaper and it’s thin. I’ll get Donovan to pick you up some decent towels.”
“It’s o-okay, I don’t need n-new towels.”
“Yes, you do. This piece of crap is going to wipe off a layer of skin.”
“I r-really don’t.”
He wrapped her hair in one towel and her body in another before picking her up.
“Who is in charge right now?” he demanded.
“Um, you?”
“Me. I’m the Daddy, you’re the baby girl. So there’s gonna be no arguments over towels.”
“So when I’m Little I’m not allowed to argue?” she asked, giving him an exasperated look.
“No, you’re not allowed to argue whether you’re Little or Big,” he informed her.
“Daddy!” she cried. “That’s not happening.”
“Hmm, well, I could make it a rule,” he said as he stood her on a mat.
“You can’t make it a rule.” She attempted to stomp her foot, but started to wobble.
“Whoa. Be careful. No stomping your foot.” Reaching around, he gave her ass a light slap.
Nothing hard. Just to get her attention.
“Did you . . . did you just spank me?” she asked as he continued to dry her off.
“It was one smack. And you were heading toward a temper tantrum, which isn’t allowed.”
“I wasn’t having a tantrum, Daddy.”
“You stomped your foot and nearly fell over. That was naughty. Put your hand on Daddy’s shoulder while I put your panties on.”
She did as he said with a huff. “Spanking Devi isn’t nice.”
“Stomping your foot at Daddy isn’t nice, either,” he informed her.
“You were going to make no arguing a rule!”
“Well, you best hope I don’t or you’ll have a lot of trouble sitting since you seem to like to argue.”
There was silence. When he glanced up after putting on her pajama bottoms, she was looking worried.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to argue so much.” Her gaze was lowered and he hated that.
“Devi, look at me.” He put his finger under her chin and tilted her head back. “I shouldn’t have said that not arguing was a rule, okay? That bit about you not sitting comfortably was a joke.”
“Oh, so you’re not going to spank me for breaking the rules?”
“I won’t spank you for arguing,” he clarified. “Unless you’re arguing about doing something that would compromise your safety or health. But I will definitely spank you for breaking other rules.”
Devi was so confused.
Did the fact that he wanted to spank her mean something?
Don’t read anything into this, Devi.
You can’t let yourself hope.
He took the plastic cover off her arm and then helped her get the pajama top on. Thankfully, Donovan had bought her a short-sleeved top. Hayes had to rip the sleeve open slightly but he got it on over her arm.
By the time that was done, she was exhausted.
Picking her up, he carried her to the sink and set her on the counter next to it. The mirror was all steamed up so she couldn’t see herself.
Then she saw him putting some toothpaste on a bright pink toothbrush.
Oh, thank goodness.
She reached for the toothbrush, but he shook his head. “No, Daddy will do it for you. Open.”
She could feel herself blush. “I can do it.”
“Baby, open for Daddy.”
Dear Lord. She opened her mouth and he brushed her teeth, helping her turn and rinse.
God. That felt so much better once it was done.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you back in bed.”
“Coco!” she cried. “Me want!”
Me want?