Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I did,” he replied tentatively. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I blinked my glassy eyes as I tried to explain to him just how much. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. You listened to everything I said - everything I like - and made a special place just for me. And you did all of this since last night!”
I’d just met this wonderful man the night before. I knew the words were true, but they didn’t seem real. It felt as if I’d known him for so long, and so deeply; as if he really saw me, for who I was.
“I’ll admit I had a little help,” Ford added with a sheepish smile. “Henley and Amir came over this morning and assisted me in getting the room all ready.”
My knees went weak, and I gripped his arm to keep from stumbling. “You told them about me?”
“Is that okay? I’m sorry if I crossed a boundary. I was just so excited to tell them about meeting you, and I wanted to have the place perfect for you and-”
Ford’s words stopped when I pressed my lips to his. I was so overwhelmed by his actions and care that I needed to show him what they meant to me; what he meant to me.
I pulled back enough to whisper against his lips, “I’ve never been anything but someone's dirty little secret.”
His arms wrapped around my waist, and his big hands splayed across my back, holding tight, as if shielding me from my own past.
“You deserve so much more,” he whispered back to me, “To be romanced privately and publicly; to be shown care and shown off. You deserve to be loved out loud.”
I kissed him again, this time not stopping with a simple peck. I ran my tongue across the seam of his lips and once I crossed that line, Daddy took control. One hand slid up my back and into my hair. He leaned my head to the side so he could kiss me deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
He was commanding yet gentle as he licked against me; his fingers pressed into my lower back, while they also caressed my hair. He nipped at my lips, but his tongue lapped mine gently. The kiss was everything he was; passionate and tender, assertive and soothing. But over too quickly.
It was hard to mourn the loss, though, when he wrapped me in his strong arms and held me tightly, his chin resting on the top of my head. He didn’t say anything, but I was soothed by the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear, and the motion of his hand up and down my spine. He could convey so much without a single word.
And this was it; the feeling I’d been chasing my whole adult life. The serenity and security I’d never experienced with another man. It made me want to pour myself out to him; to show my vulnerabilities and needs. I wanted to open my heart and fully present it to him, and I knew just the way to do it.
I tipped my face up and asked, “Daddy, can I play with my new toys?” Not only would I enjoy relaxing, it was important to show him that I was relaxed; that I was comfortable with him being in charge and looking after me while I let go.
“Of course you can, baby.” When he’d asked me before what I wanted to be called, I didn’t give him an actual answer, but ‘baby’ felt perfect. I was treasured, pampered, and under Daddy’s care. He kissed my hair and stepped back, allowing me to look around the room to choose.
I was immediately drawn to the Barbie dolls. I brushed their hair and changed their clothes a dozen times. I’d owned a few Barbies in the past, and was always jealous of their outfits. I wished they came in my size. For my tenth birthday, I asked my grandma to sew me a pink dress just like my Barbie doll, and she obliged. I wore it everyday after school until I finally outgrew it.
Next, I moved on to the makeup kit in the biggest pink box. It had lots of colors of blush and eyeshadow. It wasn’t the top quality stuff that I liked to wear for special occasions; this was just for play, which made it even better. I could try out new color combinations without worrying about wasting it.
I used some glittery blue eyeshadow, mixing it with silver. I liked the way it looked; it brought out the color of my eyes. But I didn’t want to just make my eyes look pretty, so I brushed on some mauve blush and red lipstick. When I turned to ask Daddy’s opinion, I found that he’d taken a seat on the bed and was watching me with a warm smile.