Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
My heart rate is increasing by the second. I wonder what he’s going to do next.
“Do you have bubbles, Baby girl?”
I nod and point to the corner of the tub.
Chase turns me gently so he can reach the bubbles. He pours them into the stream of water. “Will you let Daddy help you get into the tub, princess?” He sits on my toilet seat so we’re eye to eye, his hands coming to my hips.
I squeeze my legs together. I’ve never been naked in front of a man. “Are you going to have sex with me?” I have no filter tonight.
“No, Baby girl. Not tonight. You’re not ready for that. I just want to wow you with my Daddy skills so you’ll agree to see me again.” He grins.
I giggle. “I’m already wowed. You don’t have to impress me.”
“Darn. That ruins my plan,” he teases.
I giggle again. “What plan?”
“The plan where I prove to you I’m a worthy prince like in the Princess and the Pea.”
I shake my head. “Silly, Daddy. That’s not how it works. I have to prove to you I’m a worthy princess. I have to sleep on a pea and wake up tomorrow tired and black and blue from tossing and turning all night. That’s how you know I’m a true princess.”
He grins. “Well, I don’t like the idea of you tossing and turning all night. And I really dislike the idea of you waking up bruised. Can we skip that part? I’d rather just help you get ready for bed, tuck you in, and read you a story. How does that sound?”
“Like a dream,” I admit.
“Good.” He reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt. “Arms up, princess.”
I lift my arms, letting him pull the pink sweatshirt over my head. I gasp when I realize my tank top slid off with it, and I quickly cover my little boobs with my hands.
Chase says nothing. He’s not surprised. He might have removed both shirts on purpose. He pulls my leggings down next, taking my panties with them. “Hold on to my shoulders like you did earlier, princess.”
I hesitate, not wanting to uncover my breasts, but he’s not looking at my chest. And why would he be? It’s not exciting.
Like my drawers and cabinets and closets, I figure he might as well see my body. If he isn’t attracted to me, I’d rather know that sooner than later too. I hold my breath while I grab his shoulders. My nipples are hard little points.
He taps my foot, and I lift first one and then the other so he can remove my socks as well as my pants and underwear. I still haven’t breathed, but Chase immediately lifts me up and lowers me into the water.
As I sink below the bubbles, I finally blow out a breath. I’m covered now. I tip my head back to look up at him, wondering what will happen next.
“Do you want to leave your hair up in the cute little buns, princess? Or did you want to wash it?”
I shake my head. “Leave it. I don’t need to wash it tonight.”
He cups my cheek, holding my gaze and staring at me. “Do you want Daddy to wash you, princess? Or would you rather do it yourself this time?”
The thought of him touching me—everywhere—makes me excited but also nervous. Am I ready for that? What if he realizes I’m aroused? What if I embarrass myself? “I can do it, Daddy,” I murmur.
He sets his hands on the edge of the tub and leans closer so his face is inches from mine. “I know you can, princess. You’ve been taking care of yourself just fine for a long time without a Daddy, but you don’t have to anymore. You can lean on me now. I’m going to let you give yourself a bath this time, but soon I will want to take over that job myself. When you’re ready. When you’re more certain you’re my Little girl. I’ll go close all the cabinets and drawers while you bathe and come back in a few minutes. How’s that?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He leans forward to kiss my forehead before leaving me.
As the door closes with a soft snick, all I can do is stare at it. It’s hard to believe this is real. Chase is in my apartment. He hasn’t run in shock. He’s not grossed out by me.
I quickly grab the bodywash. I want to be done washing before he comes back.
Chapter Six
Chase
The nice thing about having a few minutes to wander through Josie’s apartment while she bathes is that I get to know her better. She really is Little. Her kitchen drawers and cabinets are filled with sippy cups, silly straws, plastic plates and bowls and toddler silverware.
Her pantry is filled with foods that do not surprise me. Cheerios, boxed mac and cheese, animal crackers, and several other things that are adorable but not very nutritious. I wonder if she’s picky and if she’s going to balk at eating the foods I’ll cook for her. I won’t make her eat things she doesn’t enjoy, but I will want to increase her repertoire and convince her to try new things.