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)
“Like at Blaze?” she asked, beginning to wiggle. I need to use the restroom.
“Exactly. Someone there would know a lot more than I do.”
“I wouldn’t want to play with anyone else,” she said quickly.
“I don’t want to play with anyone else either, Rainbow.”
“I have to go to the bathroom, Daddy.”
“You could go here,” he reminded her, squeezing her padded bottom with one hand.
When she shook her head frantically, Maniac rolled over and threw back the covers to roll out of bed. He tugged Tatiana to the edge and helped her stand, taking away the awkwardness of trying to maneuver out of the bed with the thick padding between her thighs.
With a flick of his hands at each side, he freed her and ordered, “Go potty.”
Tatiana ran for the bathroom, knowing his gaze was riveted to her bottom as it jiggled. She could definitely feel the result of his paddling. The effect was much greater the next day than just a spanking.
As she washed her hands after using the toilet, her fingers traced over the red heart at her wrist. Comparing Maniac to her old Daddy was like night and day. She could feel how much Maniac cared for her in his expressions, words, and touch.
Curious if she had reminders of the latter, Tatiana looked at herself in the mirror. She turned to look at her buttocks and stared at the red marks still present on her flesh. Flashbacks of last night dashed into her memory, and she squeezed her thighs together as her arousal rekindled. She traced a kiss mark on her breast and rubbed her soft mound between her legs.
“No touching yourself without permission, Rainbow.”
Her hands flew away from her body. “I wasn’t doing anything!”
“Little girl. Lying to your Daddy is not a good idea—even if you’re embarrassed,” Maniac warned.
“Yes, Sir.” Tatiana looked down. She started to clasp her hands in front of her body but that put them right at her pelvis. Quickly, she threw them up into the air to intertwine on the top of her head.
His chuckle made her peek up at him. “Come on, Rainbow. Let’s get you in the shower.”
He leaned in to sniff at her collarbone before pressing a kiss to her skin. “You’re starting to smell like me.”
“Daddy!” she scolded. “You were all over me last night.”
“Exactly. I don’t mind that I left my scent on you at all.”
As he herded her into the shower, Tatiana almost tripped when he said, “We’ll move your belongings in here this weekend.” His hands automatically steadied her.
“You want me to live here?” she asked.
“Or I can come live at your apartment,” he said with a smile. Maniac had helped her move the last time. He knew just how teeny her place was.
“That seems like a big step,” she hedged, stepping under the shower spray to rinse her face and give herself time to think.
“I want to wake up with you in my arms and care for you until we fall asleep wrapped around each other. After working together for a while, I think we know each other’s quirks,” he suggested, dispensing a bit of liquid soap.
He waited until she turned to face him to start spreading the mixture over her wet skin. The masculine scent of the lather filled the shower.
“I think I’m going to smell like you even after the shower,” Tatiana said with a laugh.
“I’ll get some girly soap today,” he promised.
He always thinks of me first. Suddenly, her panic at leaving her place and her independence vanished. No one had ever treated her like Maniac did.
“How about if I make sure to bring mine with my things?”
Maniac looked at her for a fraction of a second before hauling her forward into his arms. “Damn, Little girl. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
The water turned cold before Maniac wrapped Tatiana in a soft towel. “What outfit are you wearing today, Rainbow?”
“I want to be a princess today,” she answered without hesitation.
“Perfect.”
“Ooo! I love the tiara. I have one with blue sparkly stones at home,” a new customer commented as she approached Tatiana at the desk.
“I bet that looks really good on you with your eyes,” Tatiana said, returning the compliment. “What can I do for you? Are you interested in getting a tattoo or perhaps body piercing?”
“Ewww! No! I’m just here to talk to Maniac,” the woman said, looking around.
“I’m afraid he’s out for lunch. Perhaps I can help.”
“No, thank you. Can I wait?”
“Sure. Look around. Maybe you’ll change your mind about that tattoo,” Tatiana suggested, forcing herself to smile. There was something about this woman that gave her the willies. Why does she want to talk to Maniac?
The woman sat down on a bench by the front windows. She tried to look through the heavily tinted windows and gave up with a dramatic sigh. Taking out her phone, she quickly tapped keys on the device, ignoring Tatiana.