Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
He kissed her nose. “Yep. When I’m in Daddy mode, I’m pretty intense. I don’t think you were displeased.”
She shook her head. She certainly wasn’t disappointed. She was, however, still nervous about how fast this was happening and whether or not it could be real. “What if I wake up and none of this happened?” she asked softly.
“Remember, you have my address. You can always come find me. In case you forget, I’ll write it on a piece of paper and leave it on your kitchen table. Also, my number is in your phone, remember?”
“But what if it isn’t? What if I wake up and you were a figment of my imagination? Maybe you should stay.” She knew she was being silly, sort of. Her Little was definitely concerned, though, and she was suddenly very Little.
“Not tonight, Little Bee. Daddy is out of willpower. Soon though.”
She pushed out her bottom lip in a giant fake pout.
He tapped it with a finger. “How young does your Little like to play, Gemma?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt as young as I do right now. You’re having a unique effect on me. It’s kind of nerve-racking.”
“No reason to let it stress you, Little Bee. You can be as young or as old as you need to be when we’re together. I’ll take my cues from you.”
She shivered. “What if I feel really young sometimes?”
“Then I’ll be honored to take care of your every need.”
“Really?” Were there really Daddies out there who didn’t mind the demands of a really young Little?
“Honored, Little Bee. I promise,” he reassured her. “Get to sleep now. Text me in the morning when you get to work, so I’ll know you’re safe. Maybe tomorrow night you’d like to come to Daddy’s house. What do you think?”
She nodded. “I’d like that, Daddy.”
“Good. I have way more food than you.”
“Also you’re a way better cook.”
He kissed her several more times all over her face. “Sleep tight, Little Bee. I’ll leave you my address and let myself out.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” It felt so good calling him Daddy. Foreign though. She was out of body. Like none of this could possibly be real. She almost didn’t want to go to sleep for fear she would truly wake up to find it hadn’t happened.
After the amazing orgasm, though, and considering how tired she was, she lost the battle to keep her eyes open before he even made it out of her house.
When Gemma woke up the next morning, she was already smiling. It took her a moment to realize why, and then she looked at Buzzy and asked, “Was it real, Buzzy? Did I really meet a Daddy three days ago and he came here last night and cooked me dinner and took care of me and gave me the best orgasm ever?”
She shoved out from under the covers and ran toward the kitchen, relieved to see there was indeed a note lying on the table. That was a good sign.
She lifted Buzzy to her face again. “It can’t hurt to be cautious though, right, Buzzy?” As a plan formulated in her head, she glanced at the clock before hurrying to her closet to choose clothes for today.
She was giggling as she got dressed, thinking about how she’d told Anton she took four baths a day. She wasn’t taking another bath this morning. Did that make her a liar? He’d mentioned spanking her if she lied. Would he spank her?
Clenching her thighs together, Gemma scolded herself, “Why in the world would I fantasize about being spanked?”
Somehow that didn’t stop her from thinking about it. A lot. As much as Gemma tried to force herself to think about anything else, her mind kept rebounding to a mental image of her stretched over his lap with his hand smacking her bare bottom. It would jiggle. She didn’t think he’d mind that.
“Stop!” she shouted into the room as she tried to concentrate on everything she needed to do before going to work. After dressing, she usually had a bowl of healthy bran with an equal share of the better-tasting kids’ cereal. As she chewed, Gemma grabbed her phone from the charger in the kitchen to check her messages and saw the note with his address on the table.
Before she could lose the paper, she opened the contacts on her phone and added his address. A thought popped into her mind. Maybe she should double check that it was the right address—just to make sure he was on the up and up.
Dropping the spoon into her cereal mix, Gemma glanced at the clock. There was plenty of time unless he lived far away. She always left early for work so she could get herself ready for the day. Gemma checked the GPS to know how long it would take her to reach his house. Fifteen minutes. She could just run by and see what his house looked like and still make it to the store with time to get herself set up for the day.