Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“That’s how it will be between us, Little one. Every time. Only better. Next time I make you come like that, you won’t be wearing your panties. Next time there will be no barrier. Next time my tongue will thrust into your pretty cunt until you scream even louder. After you come, I will thrust my cock into you and fully claim you.”
She moaned, her head rolling back and forth. It was difficult to focus on his naughty words. Her face was hot. Her entire body was on fire. She couldn’t understand why he would make her wait. Why not do those things right now?
Still confused and limp, she let him lift her like a rag doll to sitting.
“Arms up, Baby girl.”
When she obeyed him, he lowered the pretty dress over her head. The material was soft and comforting. She loved how it felt on her. Nothing like the layers of shifts and ridiculously long dresses she’d worn all her life. She felt freer in this dress. Pretty.
Daddy laid her back down before reaching under the hem of the dress to drag her panties off her.
She didn’t mind. She would have let him do anything he wanted. He was her mate, but more importantly, she found herself wanting him to claim her. It was unexpected. She’d spent months—years really—worrying about the night her mate would take her virginity. Now that she was in his home and he’d made her come apart at the seams, she no longer felt the same fear.
What she felt now was desire.
The dress was barely long enough to cover her naked bottom, but Daddy lifted her into his arms and tucked it under her.
She snuggled into his chest as he carried her back to the living room and settled in the armchair. The next thing she knew, he was tapping her lips with the nipple of the bottle.
“You need to eat, Little one. You’ll need the calories to prepare your body for your first shift.”
She opened her mouth for him. It was so strange. She hadn’t taken a bottle since she’d been a baby. Nestled in his arms, she felt like she was a baby all over again. This time, it was different though. This man cherished her.
Somehow she innately recognized Isaac’s need to take care of her.
She reached for his forearm and held on as she sucked. The formula tasted good. It soothed her as it went down. She realized she was ravenous and sucked hard until the bottle was empty.
Feeling restless, she squirmed in his arms until he tapped her lips with another nipple. It wasn’t attached to a bottle, and she stared at him as he stroked her mouth.
“Suckle, Little one. It will help you relax.”
Her heart rate picked up as she parted her lips and let him pop the pacifier into her mouth. It unnerved her, or she thought it should. Grown women didn’t take bottles and suck on pacifiers.
But as he held it in place, she met his gaze and found herself obeying him. Sucking rhythmically until he smiled his approval. That smile was everything. Something inside her clicked. She knew she wanted to see him looking at her like that as often as possible. All she had to do to earn that look was obey him.
Exhausted, her eyes grew heavy. After a few minutes, Isaac rose. She was marginally aware of him carrying her from the room and roused slightly when he lowered her onto a soft surface.
Her eyes popped open when he lifted her legs and slid something under her. Frowning, she whined as soon as she realized he was diapering her. Soft thick material came up between her legs, and he fastened the protectant barrier at her waist so fast she didn’t have time to protest.
She wasn’t sure she could have been disagreeable anyway. She was too sated and tired. Her mouth was full of the pacifier.
Daddy bent over and kissed her forehead before covering her with a blanket and raising the side of the crib. Yes, it was a crib. An adult-sized crib. She’d seen it when he’d brought her in here to pick out a dress. She’d chosen not to think about it at the time. But now, she was drifting off to sleep, warm and secure, and…loved.
Amber woke with a start, her eyes bolting open. There were voices in the house. It took her a moment to remember where she was and recognize that one of the voices was Isaac’s. Her Daddy. She thought the other voice belonged to his brother, Rylee’s mate. She hadn’t caught his name yet.
She yanked the pacifier out of her mouth and pushed to sitting before rising up onto her knees to look over the edge of the railing. How was she supposed to lower it?
She needed to pee, badly, but there was no way she was going to do so in a diaper.