Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“How many mates do you know?” I ask. The only one I met was Brea.
“Currently just Navin’s Little girl. He was the first among us to find a mate since we moved here. However, we came from a much larger pride. The one where we were raised. Our mothers and sisters and cousins did not usually cover their breasts.”
“Why did you move here?” I ask, my curiosity piqued. Also, if I keep talking, maybe I won’t think about my nudity so much.
“We were part of a much larger pride far away, and the twelve of us separated to reestablish closer to a human population.”
“Why?”
“Because we need human females to mate, Little doll.”
“Oh, right.”
Daddy removes the faucet from the holder and lifts it up over my head. “Close your eyes, sweetness.”
I squeeze them shut tight and grip the sides of the tub with both hands, hoping I don’t experience vertigo. It sometimes happens when I close my eyes, and I get disoriented, especially if my head is tipped back like this.
Nothing happens. I feel completely centered as Daddy pours water over my hair. And I keep my head in this position while he washes my thick locks. It feels so good. The last time someone washed my hair was when I was a toddler. I have no recollection.
I’m kind of sad when Daddy finishes and rinses the shampoo off, but then he turns the water off, releases the stopper in the tub, picks up the shampoo, and starts over again.
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
“I want to be sure to get all the smokey scent off you, Little doll. And I let the dirty water out so you won’t have to sit in it. I’ll turn it back on in a minute.”
He’s so thoughtful, and this time, he lingers, running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp. I’m pretty sure I’m purring as he does so. I can’t help myself.
“That little sound you make is adorable, Little doll,” he says softly. “I hope you never stop doing it.”
I blush. I hadn’t realized my small hum was audible, but… “Do you also have a better sense of hearing?”
He nods as he reaches for the nozzle and turns the water on again. “I do, Little doll. All of my senses are heightened. I can taste more distinct flavors, see better, hear better, and smell stronger.”
“Can you feel more subtle nuances when you touch things, too?”
“Yes.” Daddy releases my soapy hair and strokes his hand down to my tummy and up toward my breasts. When he cups one, I arch into his hand, gripping the tub so hard that my fingertips ache.
Daddy finishes rinsing me and sets one hand on my lower back, supporting me while he uses the other to stroke my breasts.
I whimper as he thumbs my nipple.
“These pink little buds are so fucking pretty, Little doll. I can’t wait to taste them.”
I gasp, eyes going wide.
He chuckles. “I’m going to suckle these tits as soon as I finish bathing you, Little doll. Get emotionally ready.”
“But why?” I mutter.
He chuckles. “You’ll see.”
When he releases my breast, I shudder. I don’t want him to stop.
Daddy rinses my hair and body again and applies conditioner. I realize the scent is distinctive. It’s his shampoo and conditioner. Of course it is. I’m in his home. He wasn’t expecting me.
He lifts a section of my hair to his nose and inhales. “I like the idea of you smelling like me, Little doll.” It’s as though he’s read my mind.
“I think I like it, too,” I tell him.
He gives me a pleased smile as he moves down my body and lifts one of my feet.
I giggle as he washes my toes. This entire experience is surreal. I’m naked with a man I’ve just met today, and he’s giving me a bath. What next?
I won’t let myself ponder that question or voice it out loud because I’m sure the answer will freak me out.
After seeing to both feet and shins, Daddy lathers his palms again. He washes my thighs and slides his hands higher. There’s no water left in the tub. It has all run down the drain. I’m so totally exposed as he drags his thumbs close to my sex. Without the water running, all I hear is tiny bubbles popping and my own heart hammering.
“Open your legs for Daddy, Little doll,” he orders in a deep voice.
Panting, I obey him. It’s impossible not to. It’s as though I’m drawn to do so, compelled by a higher power. He’s spoken of Fate. I assume She is at work here. Fate isn’t something I’ve ever contemplated as a real thing, but I’m starting to believe in the concept.
My fingers tighten on the edge of the tub again as Daddy strokes his thumbs over my folds. My breath hitches. Something inside me suddenly comes to life. It’s the same something that’s been bubbling near the surface since I met him. Lust. Need. A driving force that’s going to consume me. I won’t be able to stop it. Its inevitability is a tangible being.