Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She held her breath. “I don’t exactly have an exciting body, Daddy,” she muttered.
“Little girl,” he said sternly, “you are exactly perfect. Every inch of you. And when you’re ready, Daddy’s looking forward to worshiping every single one of those inches with my hands and my mouth. For now, how about if you just let Daddy change you?”
She started panting. The way he explained everything made her feel so pretty and desirable. Would he find out her panties were wet? Hopefully not.
Nora held her breath as her Daddy unbuttoned the front of her blouse slowly as though he were opening a present and didn’t want to mess up the paper. By the time he lowered it down her arms, she was so aroused she had goosebumps all over her skin. Her nipples were hard points under her bra, and she was glad she’d worn her favorite black lacey bra and matching panties today.
Mateo stared at her for several seconds, his own breathing heavy like hers. He even trailed a finger along the edge of the lace between her heavy breasts. “So pretty,” he whispered.
He lowered his hands to the front of her pants and unbuttoned them before lowering the zipper. As the black linen fell to the floor, he lowered his gaze to her matching panties.
“Daddy… You’re staring.”
He gave her a slow sexy smile. “You are perfection, Angel. Never doubt that.” He bent down to remove her flats and help her out of her pants.
She gasped when he reached around to unfasten her bra. “Why do you need to take my bra off?”
He lowered the straps over her shoulders and down her arms while he met her gaze. “Angel, when you’re in Little space, you won’t need a bra. Little girls don’t wear bras.”
She started panting again as he lowered her panties next, leaving her naked. She glanced over at the pile of diapers, wondering if he intended to put one on her. “Little girls don’t wear panties either?” she whispered nervously.
“Not black lacey ones, Angel. Sometimes, you might feel like wearing cotton briefs in pretty colors, but I bet after the day you’ve had, you’d feel even better playing at a younger age this evening.”
She looked at the changing table again. “In a diaper,” she murmured so softly she could barely hear herself.
“Yep. Try it. It will help you slide into a younger mindset. You’ll be able to let yourself fully relax, knowing that you have no responsibilities except to obey Daddy.”
She chewed on her bottom lip again. What could it hurt to try? “Do I have to use the diaper, Daddy?”
“Only if you want to, Angel. Eventually you’ll trust Daddy enough to let me take care of you in every most intimate way, but it’s okay if you don’t want to use it tonight. Just wearing it will give you the comfort of a younger Little.”
That calmed her a bit. She wasn’t at all sure she was ready to wet herself, but she could at least see how it felt to wear one.
“Hop up on the changing table for me, Angel.” He moved toward that ominous piece of furniture and patted the top. “I added a few steps to help you.”
She took a deep breath and decided to take this risk. As soon as she was up on the table, lying on her back, her Daddy set his hands on her knees and gave them a gentle nudge. “Bend your legs and open them for me, Little one.”
She was breathing so heavily she thought she might hyperventilate, but she did as he asked, not meeting his gaze. He was going to see how wet she was and nothing was hidden from him now.
Mateo set his hands on her inner thighs and stroked up and down gently. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Angel, and I love how wet you are for me. Your nipples are hard, too.”
She jerked her hands up to cover her chest.
He shook his head. “Don’t cover yourself with me, Little one. Lower your hands.”
She was trembling as she did so. She’d never been so exposed and vulnerable in her life.
“Lift your hips for Daddy,” he ordered gently.
A whimper escaped her lips as he slid a thick diaper under her bottom. When he lifted the front, she couldn’t keep from groaning with disappointment. He wasn’t going to touch her further right now.
He chuckled. “I know you’re aroused, Little girl, and Daddy will take care of you later in the bath. For now, I want you to squirm a bit.”
Chapter Six
“Promise?” she dared to ask.
“I promise, Little girl. Now dinner before you faint from hunger. I bet you skipped lunch today,” Mateo guessed as he helped her sit up.
“I was going to eat, but then we had to evacuate…”
“And you forgot when you got back inside?” he guessed.