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)
It was time to focus on her work. If she sat very still and didn’t draw attention to the plug, she could get everything knocked out in no time.
Chapter Twelve
“How was your day, Little Bee?” Anton asked as he met his Little girl at her car. He couldn’t wait for her to come inside. He’d needed to be next to her as soon as she pulled into the driveway.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she swallowed hard as she tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “It was…interesting.”
He grinned. “Really?” He pulled her into his embrace and slid his hand down to pat her bottom, loving the little gasp she emitted as she arched toward him.
He’d thought of a dozen different paths he might take with her this evening, but now that he was looking her in the eye and holding her trembling body, he knew exactly what route to take.
“Come, Little Bee. Let’s go inside. Daddy has the evening all planned out.”
“You do?” she asked in the cutest voice as she let him lead her into the house.
“Yep. First, I’m going to do your nails.”
She smiled broadly. “With the cute reindeer decals?”
He nodded. “Let’s do them in the kitchen. The lighting is best there, and you can sit in your booster seat and put your hands on the tray to keep them steady.” Anton took her purse from her and set it on the counter.
“It smells so good in here, Daddy.”
“That’s dinner. I just put it in the oven. We have plenty of time to do your nails while it cooks.”
After leading her to the booster seat, he turned toward her. “Turn around, Little Bee. Let me unzip your dress. We don’t want to risk getting polish on it.”
She shivered as she turned to face away from him.
Anton slowly lowered the zipper down her back, making sure his knuckles skimmed along her skin. His primary goal for the next few hours was going to be to seduce his Little girl until she was panting.
As her dress fell from her shoulders, he unfastened her bra so that it slid off her at the same time. He kissed her neck from behind and whispered in her ear, “Don’t want to get polish on your lingerie either.”
She shuddered as he squatted down to tap her foot. When she lifted it, he removed her shoe and the dress before doing the same to the other foot, leaving her in the pink panties. Knowing her bottom was still filled with the plug made his cock hard. It was going to take willpower to stick to his plan.
After spinning her around, he lifted her off her feet and settled her on the booster seat.
Gemma squirmed. “Can you take the plug out, Daddy?” she whispered.
“Not yet, Little Bee.” He reached for the nylon straps and secured her at the waist before grabbing the tray and fastening it in front of her.
His precious Little girl covered her breasts with both hands. “Can’t I have a T-shirt or something, Daddy?”
“You don’t need to cover yourself in front of Daddy, Little Bee. I’ve seen all of you. Lower your hands, Little girl.”
She was trembling as she lowered her hands to the tray. Her eyes were wide, and her breaths were shallow.
The first thing Anton did was hand her the sippy cup of apple juice he’d already prepared. He had several things on the table already, and she stared at the pile as she accepted the cup. “What’s that ball for, Daddy?”
Inquisitive Little thing. Anton grabbed the light squishy pink ball from the table. “Spread your legs, Little Bee.”
She set the sippy cup on the tray. “My legs?”
“Yes, Little girl. Your legs. Those two appendages below the tray.” He tickled one of her bare feet.
She giggled and parted her knees a bit.
He held up the ball. It was about six inches in diameter. “This wide, naughty girl. You’re going to hold it between your knees for me.”
She hesitated a moment before doing as she was told. “Why, Daddy?”
He tapped her nose. “Because keeping your legs open will make you horny,” he told her bluntly. “Drink your juice while I get the polish ready.”
“I don’t think I could be more horny, Daddy,” she responded as she took a long sip of the juice.
He chuckled. “I bet you can.” He nodded toward the sippy cup. “Finish all of it. I bet you don’t drink enough while you’re working.”
She sighed as she followed his instructions. When she finished it all, she held it up triumphantly. “All gone.”
“Good girl.” He set it aside and took her hand. “I’ll start with the base coat, put the cute antler decals on top, and then add a clear layer.”
She grinned. “You really know how to do nail polish.”
He shrugged. “My sister used to paint her nails all the time when we were younger. I’ve seen this dozens of times.”