Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I’ve never been more turned on, and it takes everything in me to keep from coming before he’s had a chance to pump more than a few times. I want to savor this moment.
His gaze never leaves mine. His jaw is tight. I’m confident it’s from holding back, but I really like it when he releases the tension and lets loose. Thrusting in and out of me, he grinds the base of his shaft against my bare pussy. “Come around my cock, sweet girl. I want to feel your pussy gripping me.”
I don’t have the capacity to disobey him, especially not when it comes to orgasms. My pussy clenches down tightly on his erection as wave after wave of pure pleasure consumes me.
Chapter Twelve
I’m exhausted when Daddy finally tucks me into his bed a few hours later. We had sex three times in my apartment. After he made love to me the first time, he flipped me over and took me again from behind. I only have three experiences to judge from, but him pumping into me from behind is my favorite. The third was after he settled me on the vanity in my bathroom so he could fill the tub. The water almost ran over the top while he took me standing up.
After letting out some of the water, he got into the bathtub with me this time, and I loved that so much. I’m going to be disappointed the next time he washes me from the side.
Getting at least partially dressed—enough to make a semi-decent trip to the other side of the hall—was difficult. I suggested we just open the door and make a run for it. Daddy wasn’t having it.
But now we’re here. I have a ridiculous amount of ointment rubbed into my pussy, and I’m diapered and burrowed under the covers in Daddy’s bed. He refuses to let me wear anything else as he climbs in behind me, spoons me, and holds me tightly.
His lips come to my ear. “I love you, Grace.”
My breath hitches, and I twist my head around to look at him in the dim light of the nightlight he plugged in across the room. “I love you, too, Eli.” It’s true. The words aren’t difficult to say at all. I’ve thought them many times recently. Now they are finally out there in the universe, and it feels amazing.
Daddy strokes my arm. “I get to have you for the entire day tomorrow. I’m not letting you leave my bed.”
I wiggle against him. “Not complaining.”
“Are you tired?”
“I thought I was, but now I’m energized. Are we going to have sex again?” I ask, my body coming alive at the idea.
He chuckles. “No, naughty girl. You need to recover. I shouldn’t have entered you so many times tonight. Your pussy isn’t used to being stretched that far.”
I sigh dramatically. “Poop.”
He growls against my neck. “So naughty. I didn’t even get a chance to spank you.”
I squirm my ass against his erection. “There’s still time.”
He cups my breast and pinches my nipple. “You’re so bad. I’ve created a monster.”
I arch my chest. The pinch hurts, but it’s a weird kind of pain that goes straight to my clit.
“Tomorrow, Little one. I’ll show you what it means to be spanked tomorrow. Now, let me ask you something serious.” He rolls me to my back, props himself on his elbow, and cups my face.
“What’s wrong?” My heart races as I see how serious his expression is. His brows are furrowed. Everything was so perfect until this moment. Now I’m nervous.
“Nothing’s wrong, sweet girl. I just wanted to ask you about your job. I want to understand how important it is to you. I don’t mean to influence you one way or the other. I just want to convey that if you enjoy your job and it makes you feel fulfilled then we’ll fit it into our lives. If you hate it and you’d rather abandon it, that’s also fine.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t thought much about it, but duh. If I’m going to go with him to the island in a week, I guess he has questions. “Nobody cares where I work. I just figured if I traveled with you I could work from there. Is that possible?”
“Yes. Totally possible. We can make it work. There are some challenges to working from the island, but they aren’t insurmountable.”
“What kind of challenges?”
“Well, the biggest one is that Littles are never left alone. When caregivers go to work, their Littles go to a daycare center.”
My eyes widen. “For real?”
“Yep. Some Littles go there and play with friends. Others take classes if they want to work on college degrees. And there are private quiet rooms where Littles can work.”
I bite my lip while I ponder this option. It’s intriguing. It’s also overwhelming. A week ago, I was a quiet mousy woman living a very private life. Now I’m the girlfriend of an amazing man who shares my preferred kink and wants me to move in with him, including traveling half the time to a remote private island that caters to age play.