Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
He glances at me and sees where my gaze has landed. “No microwaves either, Baby girl. For one thing it’s up too high. Daddy will manage the kitchen.”
I bite my lip and color some more before asking, “Can I use the bathroom alone?” Apparently Layla does not.
“We’ll negotiate that as we go along, Little one. If you’re playing at an age that’s old enough to use the potty alone, yes. If you’re playing younger, no. If we go to Littleworld, you won’t be able to use bathrooms at all. No Littles use the bathroom there.”
I draw in a deep breath. This doesn’t surprise me, but it’s a lot to think about.
I focus on my picture for a while as Daddy cooks. When I finish, I look up to find him filling plates. Good timing.
He sets our plates on the table and lifts my picture. “This is amazing. You’re really good at this. Have you taken art classes?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I just like to color.”
Daddy takes it over to the refrigerator and hangs it up with a magnet. “The first of many,” he declares. He brings me a sippy cup of juice before removing the coloring supplies.
I’m relieved when he sets my plate down in front of me and hands me a rubber-coated fork.
He tips my chin back and kisses me. “Did you want me to feed you like Theo did Layla?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight. Maybe another time?”
“Whenever you want, Little one. I don’t want to pressure you, but I would like you to try new things. When you feel like experimenting, I want you to tell me, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I pick up my sippy cup and look at it. “Maybe after dinner, you could feed me a bottle? Theo feeds Layla before bed. I think that would be relaxing.”
He beams. “I’d love that, Baby girl.”
He takes a seat next to me. “I didn’t make any asparagus. Is there anything on your plate you don’t like?”
“Nope. It looks so good, Daddy. Thank you.” I take a bite of chicken, broccoli, and rice and moan around the flavors. “Delicious,” I declare after I swallow.
“Such a polite Little girl. I’m glad you like it.”
I feel so at home as we continue eating. The silent times don’t even feel awkward. Daddy asks me more questions so he’ll know what I like and don’t like. I ask him about his job, and he tells me about some of his funnier experiences with both kids and adults.
When we’re finished, Daddy won’t let me get up to help clean the kitchen. He does it all himself before releasing me from my seat. “How about a bath and then I’ll rock you and feed you a bottle? How does that sound?”
I grin up at him. “You’re going to give me a bath?”
“Yep.”
“Are we going to have sex, too?”
“Nope. Not tonight. I don’t want to rush you to have sex.”
“Is it because I’m a virgin?” I ask as he guides me toward the stairs.
“Partly, but mostly because our relationship is important to me, and I want you to be certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m it for you before you give me that gift. Okay?”
It’s more than okay. It’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. I squeeze his hand as I skip alongside him.
When we get upstairs, Daddy guides me directly to the bathroom, and I gasp when I see the size of his whirlpool tub. “That’s more like a small swimming pool,” I shout.
He chuckles. “It’s not that big, but it will hold both of us when you’re ready to take sexy baths with Daddy.”
I wring my fingers together while I watch him turn on the water and test it with his hand until he’s happy with the temperature. He’s seen me naked, but I’m still nervous about it. It’s awkward. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before him. Plus, I straddle two worlds when I’m naked. My head wobbles back and forth between being adult and Little.
When he’d spread me out on the bed, held me down, and made me come hard enough to scream, I was not Little. But this is different. He’s going to give me a bath. Won’t I be Little?
He sits on the wide edge of the tub and pulls me between his legs. “Talk to me. You look troubled.”
“I’m fine,” I murmur.
He tips my chin back. “New rule. No lying to Daddy. It’s okay that you’re nervous when we do new things. Totally understandable. But I want you to talk to me about your feelings. Never tell me something because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I draw in a deep breath and glance at the tub. “I don’t know if I’ll be big or Little when I’m in the tub. That makes me nervous.”