Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Clinging to him as the stability in her world, Carina lifted her thighs around his torso. Marcus powered into her, rapidly rebuilding the heat inside her. Carina stretched her chin to the side, offering him her neck, and gasped as he struck. Just like before, the ecstasy of him feeding from her set off a never-ending orgasm that continued through his climax.
Sliding his teeth from her, Marcus swirled his tongue over her skin. “Little girl, you have enchanted me. You will stay with me forever, mate.”
“Whatever you say, Daddy,” she murmured half asleep once again.
“That’s my good girl.”
Carina woke up in her beautiful crib in the nursery. She reached a hand out from the covers to test the railing that encircled her. It didn’t move. Pushing herself up on one elbow, Carina heard a crinkle. Something elastic gripped her upper legs and waist.
Distracted from the sensation of being penned into the crib, she reached a hand down to her pelvis. The rustling sounded louder as the plastic material moved under her fingertips. A diaper. He had wrapped her in a diaper and placed her in here.
Frantically, she struggled to get the device off, but he’d fitted it expertly around her. She didn’t have wiggle room to shimmy out of the diaper. Immediately, she searched for the tape on the sides to release it.
“Freeze, Carina.”
She glanced up to see Marcus wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans. Damn, he looked good. His hair was wet and tousled around his shoulders, making her want to comb out the long tresses. He held a baby monitor in his hand.
“Daddy put you in your crib to rest. I left for a minute and heard you being naughty.”
“I’m not naughty.” She rushed to assure him. “I don’t need this.” Carina waved at her hips.
“Daddy drank deeply from you, Carina. You will need a very Little day to recover. Today will be a time for bottles, nappies, and rest.”
She stared at him in horror. Surely he was joking. Some Littles in the books she read enjoyed having their Daddies take such intimate care of them. Carina had read those stories, not sure she could ever allow someone to have that much control over her.
Determined to prove to him she was okay, Carina pushed herself up and dropped back to the mattress when the strength of her arms evaporated. She was completely exhausted. A warm, wet heat gathered between her legs. She hadn’t.…
“A very Little day,” he told her again as he paced forward. “Let Daddy help you recover.”
Marcus lowered the railing and ran his fingers through her hair. “Be brave for me, Carina. I love you at all levels of being Little. Don’t allow your self-consciousness to rob you of enjoying this. Concentrate on how it feels to be loved completely.”
He turned back the covers and lifted her from the bed. Carrying her to the changing table, Marcus stretched her comfortably on the padded top and attached the restraining belt across her torso to hold her in place. He pressed his hand on her abdomen.
“No!” she cried and wiggled to get free. Maybe she hadn’t used her diaper earlier. Her face heated as a faint hiss sounded, and the last of her pee soaked into the diaper. She couldn’t pretend or deny what had happened. Carina threw her arm over her face, hiding from him.
“Let’s get you changed, Carina. Then, Daddy’s going to make you a bottle. I bet you’re thirsty, aren’t you?”
She swirled her tongue around, suddenly, desperately parched. “I need a drink, Daddy.”
“Try your pacifier, Carina. That will help.” Marcus guided her arm higher to uncover her mouth before brushing her lips with the device.
Carina opened her mouth and sucked tentatively. Instantly, her urgent need lessened. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“I’ve got you, Little girl. Daddy’s going to help you feel even better than ever.”
He whisked away the old diaper and cleaned her skin carefully with a warm wipe. She jumped at a clicking sound. What was that? Carina peeked from under her arm to see her Daddy squeeze a thick substance onto his index finger. He lifted her legs straight up and bent her knees forward, exposing the small opening between her buttocks.
She didn’t wait for him to touch her to protest. “No, Daddy.”
Marcus didn’t hesitate. He applied the slick mixture on her small rosebud. “Little girls don’t tell their Daddies no. Use your safe word if this is something traumatic and we need to talk before I treat you.”
Before she could process that statement, he pressed his finger inside her bottom. Carina froze at the invasion and tried to ignore the sensations that ricocheted through her. Heat gathered between her thighs as his finger rubbed the slick mixture around. She’d never felt so Little before. Submitting like this was challenging. Carina forced herself to be brave and trust her Daddy. “This is hard,” she whispered.