Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Suddenly the door opened, and she lifted her head to see Daddy entering the room. He hurried to her side, lowered the bars, lifted her into his arms, and buried his face in her messy hair.
“I missed you,” he murmured against her neck.
She giggled, her frustration from waking up in a crib with a diaper and a pacifier dissipating. Squirming in his arms, she pushed against him. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Her body dangled as Isaac carried her out of the room, through the master bedroom, and into the bathroom.
“Is someone here?” she asked softly, feeling self-conscious about the fact that her dress had hitched up. If anyone saw her, she would be mortified.
“Not anymore. That was my brother, Hayes. He left when I noticed you were awake.”
“How did you know I was awake?”
“There’s a monitor in the corner of the room, Little one.” He set her on her feet in the huge bathroom and squatted down so he was eye-to-eye with her, his hands on her hips.
“When you’re in your crib, I don’t want you standing, okay? It’s not safe.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
He brushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I won’t force you to use a diaper, Little one, but I would like you to eventually feel comfortable enough to do so. Sometimes you’ll be grateful for the ease and protection.”
“Okay,” she murmured, not believing such a day could ever come.
She shivered as he reached under her dress and removed the diaper, tossing it in the trash. His hands were back on her face seconds later. “I’ll leave you alone, but I need you to know that clock is ticking. I won’t give you much privacy after we’ve consummated our union.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Everything about this relationship was shocking and strange. She knew her parents didn’t have this kind of bond. She also knew it would be foolish to deny him. This was happening. It gave her butterflies, but it also felt right.
Isaac lifted her right arm, turned it over, and planted a chaste kiss to the mark before releasing her and hurrying out of the room. He even shut the door behind him.
Amber was left staring at the mark. It felt like it was pulsing, like it had come alive. Every time he touched it, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She came more fully alive than she’d ever been.
She also hated that he’d left her alone. The urge to hurry up and get back to him was strong. Even though she couldn’t fathom peeing in front of him, it seemed preferable to him stepping out of the room.
After quickly relieving herself, she washed her hands and rushed over to open the door. A shocked squeak escaped her mouth as she stumbled backward, nearly falling on her naked butt.
Isaac stood in the frame. He’d been there the entire time. Waiting. She wondered if he felt the same need to be close to her. Probably.
Chuckling, he lurched forward, grabbing her around the waist, keeping her from falling. He lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me, Little one.”
She hadn’t paid attention to what he’d been wearing when she’d first woken up, but now she took note. He had on a soft, worn, long-sleeved, black cotton T-shirt. It fit tight across his muscular chest. His jeans were also worn and fit him like a glove. His feet were bare. Why did that fact make her heart race?
When she obeyed him, she realized she had opened herself up, plastering her naked sex to his T-shirt.
He cupped her bare bottom with one hand and splayed the other on the small of her back. “Good girl.”
A jolt of arousal shot through her every time he said that. She liked pleasing him.
“I know from Rylee that you like to eat real foods, but that doesn’t mean I will always insist upon you sitting and eating. If you don’t feel like it, you may always have a bottle. There will also be times when I insist on you taking a bottle for a number of reasons. Usually because I know you need the nutrition.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He carried her out to the living room and lowered into the armchair from earlier, keeping her straddling him.
Her face heated as he got comfortable. The only thing she could focus on was the fact that her naked private parts were flush against him, spread open and wet. Not from using the toilet but from his scent. Every inhale drove her to need him in ways she only knew about from a clinical explanation of sex.
He gripped her naked bottom under her dress. “Sit still, Little one.”
She stiffened, trying to obey him.
“Good girl,” he repeated, patting her butt. “As I said earlier, it’s not normal for people to visit us so soon after our ceremony. It’s unheard of. But there is unrest, and it’s important that we pay attention to our surroundings and be kept up-to-date on what’s happening outside these walls.”