Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Yes. She knew she was being contrary. But that was a Little’s prerogative.
“Poor baby girl. So tired.”
She opened her eyes to see him crouched in front of her. Lord, he was so gorgeous. With a smile, she reached out to cup his hand. “So pretty.”
“Baby girl, Daddies are not pretty. Manly, sexy, handsome, yes. Pretty, no.”
“Pretty Daddy. So handsome.”
He shook his head at her and then stood before lifting her into his arms. He carried her over to the small dining table.
With its wooden, hard chairs.
“I needs a cushion.”
“No, naughty girls that got their bottoms spanked have to sit on the hard surface.”
“I’m sure that’s against Little laws.”
“Maybe you should have been a lawyer,” he told her as he put the bib around her.
“Oh no. I’m not smart enough for that.”
“Devi,” he growled. “That’s putting yourself down.”
She froze. Drat.
“I can’t tell the difference between putting myself down and the truth.”
He sat and turned her chair to face him. Then he cupped her chin. “If it’s something mean about you, then it’s putting yourself down. You are smart enough to do anything you want.”
“You really think so?” she whispered.
“I know so. Is there something you want to do? You said you went to community college for a while?”
“I took art classes.” She grimaced. “Not sure that’s going to be a possibility anymore.”
“We’ll make sure it is. It’s early days. Your arm will get better.”
She nodded even though she didn’t feel a lot of hope.
He stood and grabbed a bowl of spaghetti and her sippy cup.
But he didn’t put the bowl in front of her. No, he set it in front of himself and started twirling spaghetti around a fork.
“What’cha doing, Daddy?” she asked.
“Feeding you.”
Oh. She liked when he fed her. He placed the fork in front of her mouth and she ate with happy noises, taking sips of water in between.
“Daddy?” she asked once she was full and he was eating.
He always made sure that she ate first. It was so darn sweet.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“When do you have to go back to work?” It had been worrying her. That she was keeping him from his work. That she was costing him money.
“Hey, that’s not for you to worry about,” he said, taking hold of her chin and turning her to face him. “I have some leave saved and Kent isn’t the sort of boss to push for me to return when he knows you need me.”
“What about money?” she asked, feeling that familiar pang of worry in her stomach. “My medical bill must have been a lot. How much was it?”
“Nice try,” he said. “But you don’t need to know that because you are not paying me back. Money isn’t an issue. I have plenty in my savings. I barely spend anything. I can take care of you. And it’s my job to worry about things like that.”
That didn’t feel right, though.
“Maybe when I’m Little. But adult Devi needs to know about these things. I should be contributing to the finances.”
His face darkened. “It’s my job. I take care of you.”
Shoot.
This seemed like a sore spot with him.
“You take really good care of me,” she soothed. “I just want to do the same for you.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her lightly. “Such a good girl. But you don’t need to worry about me.”
She did, though. Now that some of the numbness and fog from her attack had started to fade, she had started to worry about a lot of things.
Money. The future. Hayes’ need for control. She didn’t mind letting him take charge in most things. As long as he didn’t take it too far.
“Stop worrying. It’s time for a nap.”
She groaned, letting her concerns go for the moment. “Daddy! I don’t needs a nap.”
What she needed was to get these beads out so she could pee.
“You were nearly asleep on the sofa, so I think you do. But first, you need to go potty.” He removed her bib and wiped her face and hands, even though she hadn’t touched any food. Then he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Lying her on her back, he raised her legs into the air.
“We need a changing table.”
“No, we don’t! Devi is a big girl.”
He eyed her.
“And there’s no room.”
He grunted. “Maybe we need to extend like some of the others have.”
He undid the front of her onesie. It unzipped right down to her tummy and then he freed her legs so he could pull off her panties.
“Right, I’m going to take these out now,” he said. “But you aren’t allowed to come.”
Sheesh.
It wasn’t likely that she would without any pressure on her clit. At least, she didn’t think she would. She was quite turned on.
“Gosh, someone is very wet,” he commented.
She groaned and covered her eyes with her arm as he tugged out one bead.