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)
Daddy sets the bag next to the bed, removes his shoes, and sits against the headboard. “Climb up and sit on Daddy’s lap.”
I scramble up onto his thighs. My heart rate slows as I lean back in the crook of his arm and accept the bottle.
“That’s my good girl.” He rolls me closer and kisses my forehead. “From now on, you’ll sleep at Daddy’s house. This bed is too small for me, Little one,” he teases.
I keep sucking. I like sleeping at his house.
“We’ll end your lease when you’re ready. No rush. I want you in my home. Our home. Okay, Baby girl?”
I nod slightly.
He smiles. His gaze roams down to my nightie. “This is pretty.” He fingers the ruffled sleeve. It’s just a simple light-blue nightgown. His hand moves to my bare thigh, and I shiver. I really love it when he touches my thigh.
When the bottle is empty, I feel ten times better. Daddy gently lowers me onto my back on the bed and slides off to grab the diaper bag. The first thing he does is pop a pacifier in my mouth. The second thing he does is push my nightie up and pull my panties off.
I twist my head around to find Brownie and hug him against my chest as Daddy puts a diaper on me. It’s freeing. I can’t believe how quickly I’ve accepted all these parts of me I keep realizing I haven’t known were part of my makeup.
Daddy removes his shirt and his jeans, leaving on nothing but boxers. This is the first time I’ve seen this much of him. He arranges us in the bed, pulls the covers over us, and I really like the feel of his legs against mine. I’m cocooned. I’m warm and comfy and far less stressed than I was earlier.
Daddy does this for me. He fills a hole. I sure hope he doesn’t change his mind because I’ll be devastated if I lose him. Before we officially got together, I might have been able to live my life without him in it, but now I’m ruined.
Chapter Twelve
“Sophia? I’m home.” Daddy’s booming voice reaches me where I’m sitting on the floor in the nursery. I jump up to run toward him, ignoring the no-running-in-the-house rule.
He’s already at the top of the steps by the time I get there, and he swoops me off my feet and kisses all over my face while he carries me back through the master bedroom and into the nursery.
I’ve been here a week, and it’s my day off. Daddy had to go to work for a few hours this morning, so I spent the time organizing my nursery. Daddy had assembled the last of the furniture yesterday, and he’d left me with instructions to fill the shelves with the multiple boxes of toys he’s been buying for days.
“Looks like you got everything situated,” he comments as he lowers me to my feet. “I think we need one small change.” He pats my bottom before he moves over to the corner of the room where I’ve set up doll furniture.
I watch, confused, as he shifts all of it two feet in one direction.
“There,” he declares.
“Why did you do that?” I ask.
He sits in the huge rocking chair and reaches out a hand, beckoning me to come to him. “My girl needs a timeout corner so she’ll have a place to think after a hard spanking.”
I cringe. In the five days I’ve been here, a few things have not happened. Daddy has not spanked me again after the first night, nor have we had sex. Daddy wants me to have time to acclimate and be certain of my feelings before adding sex to our relationship.
As for spanking, I haven’t done anything naughty. Granted, I haven’t had much time to do so. This is the first day we’ll both be home together for the bulk of the day. It’s noon, and neither of us works this afternoon.
I stare at the corner he’s created, trembling. “Are you going to spank me?” I murmur. I know he is.
“Yes. Why is Daddy going to spank you?” he asks.
“Because I was running in the house.”
“That’s right, and why aren’t Little girls allowed to run through the house?”
“Because they might fall and get hurt.”
“Exactly.” He reaches for the hem of my cotton dress and pulls it over my head. Seconds later, he bends forward to remove the only other article of clothing I’m wearing—my panties.
I shudder as soon as I’m naked. Even after a week, I still feel self-conscious when I’m naked. I have to fist my hands to keep them at my sides instead of covering my breasts.
Daddy surprises me when he stands and heads for my crib. I haven’t used it yet, and I watch as he lowers the side down below the mattress level. “Come, Baby girl.”