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 seizes. She’s so fucking adorable. I love making her happy. I’m going to do my best to make her happy every day of her life. I want her to squeal and spin and smile and giggle and clap her hands together. I want to see it every chance I can get.
She runs over to me, throws her arms around me, and hugs me tight. She kisses all over my face. “I love it, Daddy! I love it so much. I can’t believe you did this for me.”
Suddenly, she stops and her face goes serious. She cups my cheeks and holds my gaze. “I love you, Chase. And I really want you to fuck me again now.”
I chuckle. She’s amazing.
I rise, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her to our bedroom. Before I drop her on the bed, I pull the dress over her head.
She sprawls out, spreading her legs while I remove my jeans and underwear.
“Good birthday?” I ask my precious Baby girl a few hours later.
I’m sitting in the rocking chair in her nursery, watching her play. She’s wearing the Cinderella dress, having told me she’s going to wear it every day for the rest of her life.
She’s also wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. We’ve determined when she’s in her nursery, she likes to be younger. Nights and weekends she spends a lot of time in here. I usually bottle-feed her before her nap on weekends. She sleeps soundly when she’s wearing nothing but a diaper, secure in her crib with Emma and the softest sheet and blankie on earth.
While she’s played, I’ve ordered three more princess dresses from the same seamstress. I really like it when my girl smiles.
“Daddy?”
I look up to see her waddling toward me, her pacifier dangling from the clip on the front of her dress. “Do you need a diaper change, Baby girl?”
She nods, her cheeks pink. “Yeah, but I have a question.” She leans into me when I spread my legs, flattening her palms on my chest.
I slide my hands up her back. “What’s your question, princess?”
“Can we go to the Dungeon next Friday?”
“Of course. We can go anytime you want.” We haven’t gone since we got together.
“I haven’t seen Zia or any of the other Littles for a while. I know it won’t be a costume party or anything, but can I wear my new dress?”
“Absolutely. Little girls come to the Dungeon in pretty princess dresses all the time. I think that would be perfect.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She pops her pacifier back into her mouth.
I stand, grasping Josie by the hips to lift her into the air and carry her to the changing table. I watch as she slides into her youngest age space, sucking the pacifier while she spreads her legs wide and lets me change her.
When I’m done, I lift her up and carry her back to the rocking chair. I settle her on my lap and lean forward to pull her last present out of my back pocket. I hold it up in front of her and tug the paci from her lips. “One more gift for my princess.”
Her eyes go wide. “Daddy, you’ve already given me so many gifts. I’ve been opening presents all week.”
It’s true. I let her open everything the moment it arrived, partly because I wanted her birthday to drag out for days, partly because I didn’t have the willpower to make her wait until today, but mostly because I get so much pleasure from watching her open each new thing.
“This is the last one.”
She takes the envelope from me and carefully opens one side before easing the card out of the pink paper. She glances at me before she reads the front of the card. It’s a special card I purchased from a custom shop that specializes in age-play items.
The front has Cinderella on it.
When she opens it, another envelope falls out onto her lap, but she reads the inside out loud, “To my precious Little girl on her birthday. I love you more than words can say. Forever and ever, Daddy.”
“What’s this?” she asks, holding up the second envelope.
“Open it and see,” I tell her, smiling.
She reaches inside and pulls out the contents. For a moment she simply stares at the two tickets. Finally, she lifts her gaze, eyes wide. “These are tickets to Littleworld, Daddy.”
I chuckle. “Thank God your reading skills are up to par. Your German translations would be suspect if you couldn’t read in English,” I tease.
She squeals for the tenth time today. “Daddy! We’re going to Littleworld?”
“Yes, Baby girl. For vacation. We can look at our schedules and choose a week.”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Littleworld,” she screams. “I’ve heard it’s the funnest place on earth.”
“That’s what I hear. One of my friends from the police force moved there a while back. He now works security for the island.”