Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Rolling onto his side, he propped his chin on his palm, and stared down at his Little girl for a long time. He was too happy to be tired yet. So fucking excited to start this new life with her.
He hoped she understood the depth of his feelings. After what they’d done for the last few hours, he had no intention of ever letting her sleep anywhere but in his bed again. She needed to get rid of her apartment and move in with him permanently. There were no other options. He wasn’t letting her go.
Would she balk at the idea? Had this evening been as powerful for her as it had for him? Would she think they were moving too fast?
It was obvious his Little girl was occasionally going to need to spend some time in a very young headspace. He was pretty sure she hadn’t known that before tonight though, so he was concerned about how she might react when she woke up in a diaper with a pacifier in her mouth.
Only the morning had the answers.
Finally Maniac dropped his head onto the pillow, set his hand on her tummy, and let sleep take him under.
Chapter Fourteen
Stretching, Tatiana’s hand brushed against something warm. Instantly her eyes opened. Maniac. The events of the previous evening crashed into her mind. She couldn’t believe that she’d done all of…that. Not wishing to wake him, she inched her hand away from his body. Her fingers slid over something rubbery and closed around it automatically.
As she shifted, Tatiana realized that she had something wrapped around her. How did I get so tangled in the sheet?
Reaching down to free herself, Tatiana felt plastic and heard it crinkle. What?
“Good morning, Little girl,” Maniac greeted her, capturing her attention. He reached under the covers and dragged her across the short distance between them to rest against his chest. His hand reached down to pat her padded bottom.
“You needed to be Little last night,” he told her.
“I’m wearing a diaper?” she whispered, finally figuring out what was happening.
“You are.”
“But… I don’t wear those. I’m not that Little.”
“You were last night.”
Her face flamed with heat and Tatiana knew she was blushing. She lowered her chin to look at his chest. She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I… I’m sorry I acted like that. My blood sugar must have been low or something.”
“Are you diabetic?” he asked in concern.
“No. I’m very healthy.”
“I’m glad.” He hugged her close before easing back. Maniac cupped her chin and tilted her face up until their eyes met.
“I will not allow you to be embarrassed by last night.”
“I’ve never acted like that. Like a sex addict.”
“A, you didn’t act like a sex addict. B, I’m very honored that you felt comfortable with me to tell me what you needed and to let me take care of you. C, I would have told you if I wasn’t into every single minute of our lovemaking. D, I love you exactly how you are, and I hope you’ll always trust me enough to share what you need to be satisfied sexually, emotionally, and professionally.”
“You love me?”
“I love you with every fiber of my being. I love your artistry in tattooing. I love being your partner at work. I love being your Daddy. I love you.”
Tatiana lifted a hand to press against his cheek. She felt the corners of her mouth curve up as she digested all his words. The instant panic she’d felt when she had woken up this morning had eased.
“I love you, too.”
Maniac pulled her in for a sweet kiss. After lifting his lips from hers, he cuddled her close.
Cradled against his broad chest, Tatiana traced the whirls of his tattoo spanning his muscular pec. “I panicked when I woke up.”
“I know. It’s hard being vulnerable and sharing your deepest needs. How do you feel now?”
“I still feel embarrassed but it’s good to know I didn’t turn you off,” Tatiana said smoothly. There was a hidden purpose in her words. Would Maniac pick up on it?
“You very definitely didn’t turn me off. The exact opposite. I don’t think my dick’s ever been that hard. Knowing what you want and need helps us both find our pleasure. I promise I’ll tell you if there’s something I don’t enjoy, and I’ll expect you’ll share the same thing with me.”
“What do you not like?” Tatiana asked, instantly intrigued.
“Breath play,” he said without hesitation. “It scares me, and I would never want to endanger you.”
The tension ebbed from her body. He was so honest. There was nothing devious or contrived about his answer. It was straightforward and so like Maniac. She knew he’d tell her the truth.
“Not on my list either,” she admitted.
“If it was, we’d play in a controlled environment where experts could help me give you the experience safely.”