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)
“I’m so needy.”
“I love you, Josie. Just exactly the way you are. We’ve only been together for a week. It’s understandable that you would panic when I abruptly dump you back at your apartment and take off for ten hours without a word. And I’m so very sorry that happened. I thought about you all day, but I had an intense situation to deal with, and there was no chance for me to call. By the time I was able to leave, all I wanted to do was run for my truck and get here as fast as possible.”
Tears track down my cheeks again. “I’m a terrible girlfriend.”
He brushes them off. “You’re not. You’re human. Things like this will happen from time to time. When you know me better, you’ll stop feeling afraid that I might not return. I will always come back to you. I never should have told you I would always call. I didn’t take into consideration the fact that sometimes it’s not possible, and I made you panic.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I couldn’t help it. I got so scared. I was worried maybe you believed I was too Little too often. I don’t bring my adult out very much. I thought you maybe got tired.”
“I will never get tired. I love your Little to pieces. It pleases me greatly when you let me take care of you. It’s how I’m wired. I want to spend my entire life taking care of you in every way. And I did get a pretty good view of your adult last night while I was buried inside you.” He smiles.
I flush. That’s true.
He stands, keeping me cradled in his arms. “Let’s go home. I know just the thing that will help my Little girl feel better.” He sets me on my feet, finds my shoes, and puts them on before helping me into my coat.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re back at Daddy’s house. I’m still sniffling, mostly because I feel bad about overreacting to his absence.
He carries me straight into the nursery, sits me on the changing table, and removes my coat and shoes. He cups my face before continuing. “I think my Baby girl needs some time in a younger space to recuperate. It will help you relax.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I’m not opposed to experimenting at a younger age, plus he’s probably right. It might help me settle my racing mind.
I sit very still while he removes all my clothes. When he leans me back on the changing table, I close my eyes and feel myself slipping into a deeper level of age play.
“Can you hold your legs open wide for me, Baby girl? I could use restraints, but I don’t want anything to trigger you.”
“I’ll keep them open, Daddy.”
He spreads them wide. “I need you to stay very still for me. I’m going to shave these curls off, okay?”
I draw in a deep breath and nod. It’s something I’ve thought about. I’ve never been brave enough to shave my own pussy, but if Daddy is going to do it…
“Good girl. I don’t want moisture trapped against your skin when you’re wearing a diaper.”
I bite my lip. We’re doing this. I want this. My tummy is flipping around. Wetness is leaking out of me. Daddy is going to notice when he touches me.
I keep my eyes closed and let him work, flinching a few times as he spreads shaving cream on me and drags the razor over my folds. He’s careful and meticulous, but it doesn’t take him very long.
The next thing I know, he’s got ahold of my wrists and he’s hauling them over my head.
I open my eyes to watch him as he clutches both wrists in one hand above my head. He smiles at me, using his other hand to stroke my newly shaved folds.
“Are you sore from having Daddy inside you last night, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. Words escape me.
He holds my gaze, his face inches from mine, while he finds my clit and circles it. A moment later, he eases a finger into me.
I gasp. It’s hard to keep my hips down.
“Such a good girl. So pretty. I want you to come on Daddy’s fingers before I diaper you. An orgasm will help you relax.”
My arousal shoots higher at his words, and in no time at all I feel the pressure growing and growing until it explodes. I cry out as my pussy clenches around his finger and my clit pulses against his thumb.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. He releases my wrists to step back toward my bottom.
I jump at the sound of the top of something popping open and watch as my Daddy squeezes something onto his fingers.
“Diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your skin.”
“Am I really supposed to use the diaper, Daddy?”