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)
Carina’s shoulders relaxed down into place. She hadn’t misunderstood his intentions. “Belong is kind of strong, isn’t it?” While she was reassured, that word bothered her.
“No.”
His blunt answer made her smile. Carina’s heart skipped a beat. No one had ever claimed her. She could handle that it was a bit cavemannish. He was really old.
“Not that ancient, Little girl.”
Oops. Carina’s stomach growled noisily, saving her. “How about if I make some breakfast? Every week either Saturday or Sunday is my pancake day.”
“Pancakes? I would love to create a breakfast treat for you, Carina.”
“Oh, you don’t have to prepare them,” she assured him quickly.
“Daddy will always cook, Carina. If Saturday or Sunday is pancake day, do the other days have themes?”
She gave up on the fixing debate to focus on his question. Carina would wrestle with him over that when they got into the kitchen. “Only my weekends off have themes. Every other day, I settle for grabbing something quick for meals. Sunday is for omelets if I had pancakes on Saturday. I swap between the two on the weekend days.”
“Delicious concoctions to look forward to. I’m good at whipping eggs and naughty Little girl’s bottoms.” He stroked his hand down to pat her buttocks gently. “Perhaps a demonstration is in order if you argue with me making pancakes.”
“You don’t compromise, do you?”
“No, remember I waited eons to find you, mate.”
“Oh, yeah.” Carina was quiet for a moment before she asked, “You didn’t have sex for all that time?”
“I will not lie to you, Carina. I had lovers over the years. Nothing serious. No one long term.”
“I’m glad. Being alone for years would be awful. Now, however, I don’t share,” she said firmly, studying him sternly.
“Nor do I, Little girl.”
One look at his face convinced her that messing around on Marcus would not be wise. Not that she could imagine that. Marcus felt like part of her already. How could anyone be sexier or more attractive than he was? Marcus was the total package.
She squeezed her legs together as that word package took on a secondary meaning in a flashback to his hefty proportions. Carina winced slightly as her actions triggered soreness from their lovemaking.
“Bath time for you, Little girl. Then pancakes.”
He had everything lined out for her. Carina hated making decisions. Having Marcus seize control was amazing. “And afterward.…”
“That’s a surprise.” Marcus rolled out of bed and scooped her up in his arms. In the bathroom, he lowered her feet to the ground. “Go potty.”
Carina scurried to the enclosed toilet area, completely embarrassed by his proximity during the intimate act. Thank goodness she could close the door. When she sat down, her bladder wouldn’t cooperate until water cascaded from the faucet into the tub, providing noise to hide her peeing.
Carina covered her face with her hands, laughing at herself. Marcus’s face had rubbed over her pussy last night, and she couldn’t let him hear her? How seriously screwed up was that?
As if he understood her inner struggle, a vision popped into her mind from Marcus. As if she were watching a movie, Carina saw him lift her hips onto the padded tabletop she laid on. He placed a thick, white item underneath her before lowering her bottom to thread the other half between her legs.
A diaper? He wanted to put her in a diaper? Heat flashed through her as she fantasized about him caring for her so intimately. Of course, the Littles in the books she’d found sometimes were put in diapers, but fiction and reality seemed far away. Did he really want her to wear one?
I want everything for you.
It’s not nice to read my mind. She finished and rose to open the door. Carina glared at him. “Stop it.”
“You’re screaming thoughts at me, Carina. I cannot help but hear them. When your emotions are high, anger, fear, arousal, excitement, you broadcast those feelings. That is not a bad thing. How easily you mentally project your emotions to me proves how deep our connection is.”
“But you know everything. That’s embarrassing.”
“Not to me. I’m enjoying it,” Marcus said, moving closer to wrap his arms around her. After hugging her tightly, he guided her to the tub and helped Carina step in.
He settled on his knees on the rug next to her and picked up a washcloth he’d picked up from the towel rack. “Relax, Little one. Spread your legs a bit. Let the warm water ease your soreness.”
“You’re not going to take a bath with me?”
“Not this time, Carina. You are too tempting and need to recover before I make love to you again.”
“But.…”
“No buts,” he interrupted as he dipped the washcloth into the water behind her.
Carina sighed with delight at the silkiness of the warm liquid sluicing over her. He stroked her skin with the right level of firmness to relax the muscles but not cause discomfort. When he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, his beard tickled her. She giggled with delight, surprising herself with how easy it was to allow her Little side to emerge with him.