Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“They’re so lucky,” I murmur.
He smiles at me. “Yeah? You think so?”
“Well, I can be jealous of how carefree they get to be. I’ll never even get to visit Littleworld, let alone live there.”
“What if you could? Would you want to?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Josie says the Littles on the island live in a perpetual state of infancy. That’s kind of scary.” I also know Josie loves it. Her Daddy works part time on the island. They go there for about a week every month. They have a house there.
“It’s certainly not something I would recommend most Littles jump into without some practice at home first.” He keeps patting my bottom, but my dress has risen up so his palm is on my bare thigh just below my panties.
“Mmm.” I close my eyes and set my head on his shoulder. I can’t focus on anything except the way it makes me feel that his hand keeps touching my thigh. My heart rate picks up. Can he feel it? I feel the need to squirm. I kind of wish he would touch me just a bit lower, closer to my…
What’s wrong with me? My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are tender against the lace of my bra.
I’m wearing a black lace panty-and-bra set. I didn’t do it specifically because I thought Gabriel might see my panties. Mostly I did it because I only own fancy lace lingerie. My mother would be horrified if she thought I might wear plain white cotton briefs. It’s just not acceptable.
Gabriel pauses his rocking, and I whimper before I can stop myself.
“I’m just getting a few supplies, Baby girl. Don’t you worry.” He leans to one side and grabs something off the shelf. When he holds it up, I see it’s a book. “I thought I’d read you a story. How does that sound?”
I smile. “Heavenly.”
He snags something else from the shelf and settles back in the rocking chair before presenting it to me. “How about you suck on this while I read to you?”
It’s a pink pacifier. It’s so pretty. I lick my lips. “I’ve never had a pacifier.”
“Try it. I bet you’ll like it. It’s soothing. You can relax, enjoy the story, and suckle the paci.”
“Okay.” I reach for it, but he snags my wrist with his other hand and holds my arm against my tummy.
“Let Daddy do it, Baby girl.” At those words, he taps my lips with the nipple, encouraging me to open my mouth. Those words also do something to my insides. My tummy keeps flipping around, but it does a full summersault as he refers to himself as my Daddy and insists on taking care of me.
I open my mouth like a little bird and accept the pacifier.
“Good girl. It might take a second to get the feel of it. Wrap your tongue around the bottom and suckle.”
I do as he says. I find I might like it. At least while my mouth is plugged, he can’t expect me to answer any questions. Now all I have to do is relax against him and listen to the story.
Gabriel opens the book and holds it with one hand, using his other to continue to pat my bottom. It’s a chapter book, but it also has pictures, and I enjoy looking at them while he reads. Every time he needs to turn the page, he releases my bottom to do so before resuming the patting.
I love his voice. I love sitting on his lap. I love that I don’t have to speak. I’m even enjoying the story. But most of my attention is on his palm.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
My dress inches up farther until he’s patting my panties, and they’re growing wetter by the minute. My legs are pressed together, and it takes every ounce of energy I have to keep from squirming or moaning.
I suck the pacifier hard because it’s the only thing tethering me to his lap. I think I might float off if I didn’t have this nipple in my mouth. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel.
When the story ends, he sets the book aside and continues rocking me. “Did you eat breakfast, Baby girl?”
I nod.
“Let me rephrase. Did you eat enough breakfast?”
I slowly shake my head. I had oatmeal, but I didn’t eat much of it because I was too nervous.
Gabriel reaches under the front of my dress, sets his palm on my tummy, and rubs. “Your stomach has been grumbling. I bet you need some nutrition.”
I shrug. It’s probably getting close to noon now anyway. But I still don’t think I could eat.
Gabriel rises from the rocking chair, keeping me cradled in his arms.
I squirm, which only manages to cause my dress to rise higher. My panties are completely exposed now, but he says nothing. With the hem of my dress bunched up around my waist, he carries me out of the room as though I weigh nothing.