Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“You got so wet, Cupcake. I think the idea of me taking such intimate care of you turns you on. Daddies help their Littles feel their best. Nothing will be off limits in our relationship. Do you understand, Valerie?”
Those infernal fingers continued to push her closer to an orgasm as he talked of such naughty things. She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts away from the picture he painted of their relationship. It was impossible. The combination of everything—the paci that prevented her from protesting falsely, the tight compression of the binding wrap, and his touch—pushed her to the summit of a massive orgasm.
“Come, Little girl,” he said, giving her the final push into a climax that rocked her body.
When he had extended her pleasure as far as possible, his hand returned to stroking over her body. Valerie loved the gentle touch reminding her he was there with her. She felt the tiredness she’d fought, wiping out the whirling thoughts in her mind. Sighing happily around the bulb filling her mouth, Valerie allowed herself to drift into sleep.
Chapter Eight
“Time to wake up, Cupcake. You took a very good nap for Daddy. I’m so proud of you.”
His deep voice and praise made her open her eyes to smile at him. “Such pretty brown eyes. I loved them the first time you looked at me. Did you sleep well?” Grayson gently removed the paci from her mouth.
Valerie nodded and yawned widely as she woke up. She watched him release her from the snug wrap and missed it immediately. It was like being in a warm hug. It also made her not have to decide on whether to let him take care of her.
“Daddy will always free you if you need him to, Cupcake, but I thought maybe you’d like to not have to make a choice?” he asked.
When she nodded shyly, he directed, “Choose a word that we’ll both remember as your clue to Daddy that you need whatever’s going on to stop.”
“Broomhilda,” she answered without hesitating. “I don’t like that name at all. I’d never say it.”
“Gotcha. Good choice, Valerie,” he complimented as he slid her glasses back on for her.
He led her to the bathroom and sent her into the separate toilet area to pee before returning to the sink for him to treat her tattoo. Her face heated when he also cleaned her juices from her upper thighs and pussy. His touch had turned her on so much.
When the doorbell rang as he finished a final gentle swipe through her pink folds, Valerie jumped guiltily and pulled away. “Let Daddy finish,” Grayson instructed, guiding her back into position.
In a fraction of a second, he tossed the washcloth into the sink and stood. She really liked feeling that she was more important to him than whoever was at the door.
“Pizza’s here. Are you ready to watch a movie, Cupcake?”
“Yes, please!”
Valerie hid on the couch as he paid the delivery driver. She could tell from his reaction that her Daddy had thoughtfully tipped him well. Sniffing as he carried the pizza toward her, Valerie felt her tummy growl. She was starving.
Grayson picked up another present on the way and handed it to her with a kiss on her forehead before setting the box on the coffee table. “Open that one now.”
“Really?” Ignoring her hunger, she ripped open the package and pulled out a bib bedecked with a cupcake.
“I’m going to look silly,” she protested.
“Not at all. You’ll protect your new T-shirt from pizza sauce,” he assured her. “Let me get some paper towels because I always make a mess.”
When he tucked one into the neckline of his shirt, she felt much better about wearing the pretty cupcake bib around her neck. It came in handy as they watched a movie because she dropped a whole slice of pizza when a dog jumped out from the shadows on screen.
“This was a good present, Daddy,” she said, peeling it off her new protective accessory.
“I thought that might be perfect for my Little girl. Maybe I need to get one for myself,” he joked, picking up a morsel of cheese that had dropped on him.
She giggled happily at the mental image of him wearing a bib like her. “You’re silly. Only Littles need bibs.”
“Unless we’re at a lobster restaurant,” he clarified. “Ready to continue watching the movie or is it too scary?”
“It’s not scary. That dog jumped out of nowhere!”
He kissed her lips lightly before restarting the movie.
“I’m not sleepy,” she protested, rubbing her eyes.
Grayson kissed her slightly pouting lips and didn’t argue with her. He eased her feet down to the floor and looped an arm around her waist. Supporting her, he stood and paused for a few seconds to let her regain her balance. As she continued to mumble about not being sleepy, he guided her into the bathroom and helped her sit on the toilet. When she peed without protesting him being there, Grayson knew she needed his help to get to bed.