Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
She tipped her head back. “Why?” Her heart beat faster. Did he think she was in danger, even on the fifth floor?
He gave her a warm smile, tipped her chin back, and kissed her. “No need to panic. We Daddy types tend to be overprotective and implement a lot of rules. Right now, I simply don’t want you to wander out of the apartment because it’s bedtime.”
“Oh.” She stared at him, fighting hard not to squeeze her thighs together. She secretly liked the idea of following his rules. It made her feel warm and…cherished. “Okay, Daddy. You’ll come right back with Nado?”
“I sure will, as well as with the rest of your things. Is your keycard for your room in your shorts?”
“Yes.” She’d left her pile of clothes on the floor of the playroom.
“I’ll get it.” He pointed toward the sink, brows lifted. As he left the room, she hurried to use the toilet first. After washing her hands and brushing her teeth, she found his brush and worked through the tangles in her hair. She liked to brush out her hair before bed. She always closed her eyes and imagined someone else doing it for her. Maybe her new Daddy would brush her hair sometimes.
With her eyes closed, she continued brushing, pretending it was Daddy doing it. A sigh left her lips.
“Isla?” She jerked her gaze up to find Caesar standing in the doorway.
She quickly set the brush down. “Sorry, Daddy. I…”
“You’re not in trouble, Little Fish. You looked so happy and content that I couldn’t resist standing here watching you, and then you let out that little sigh. What were you thinking about?”
She shrugged, feeling her cheeks heat. She couldn’t tell him, could she? It was embarrassing. Besides, what if he had no interest in brushing her hair?
He stepped closer, wrapped his arms around her, and tipped her head back. “Tell Daddy,” he encouraged gently.
She drew in a breath and shrugged as if her thoughts were no big deal. “I always brush my hair at night and pretend someone else does it.”
“Ah. A Daddy?”
“Not really. I never pictured myself with an actual Daddy, so just a man. Someone nurturing, who liked to brush out my hair and lull me to sleep. It’s silly. Forget I said anything.”
“It’s not silly, Isla. It’s very sweet. I bet you had a lot of thoughts that involved someone nurturing you without realizing you were visualizing a Daddy. I’d love to brush your hair. I could do it for hours.” He reached back and grabbed the brush from the counter. “You’ve already done a great job for tonight, but how about if I run the brush through one more time just to be sure you got all the tangles out?”
She smiled broadly, so many huge feelings lodging in her chest. “I’d like that,” she whispered.
He stepped behind her and gently guided the brush down the back.
She immediately moaned softly. It felt so good—just like she’d visualized.
After several minutes, he returned the brush to the counter and leaned over to kiss her ear. “How was that, Little Fish?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice.
“So very nice, Daddy. Thank you.”
“I’ll do it every night and in the morning, too. I’d love nothing more than to fix your hair every day and work through the tangles at night.”
“Really?” She lifted her gaze to look at him in the mirror.
“Yep. It’s a Daddy's job. Fixing hair is our specialty. We don’t graduate from Daddy school until we can fashion two perfect braids. I can even thread a ribbon through the braids,” he declared.
She gasped. “You’re teasing me.”
He grinned. “Only a little. I’m exaggerating about Daddy school, but remember, there are five Littles already living here. Believe me, there have been plenty of times when one of them needed her hair done, and her own Daddy wasn’t around. I consider myself a pro by now.”
Isla giggled as she pictured this big, manly, muscular man fixing everyone’s hair. “Will you fix mine in the morning before we go downstairs?”
“Absolutely.”
She turned to face him. “Will it be weird? Will I be Little sometimes in front of the others?”
“Definitely. Most of the time, when the six of you are not in public, you will be Little. Anytime you’re on the fifth floor, for sure. Often in the basement, too. Celeste and Zara have a science lab in the basement where they work regular day jobs. They’re usually pretty professional when they’re working, but I’ve often seen them wearing pretty Little dresses under their lab coats, too. I suspect they consult each other and decide each day what they’re going to wear the next day.”
“That’s so fun. I can’t wait to meet everyone.” She was also a bit nervous and scared. “What if they don’t like me?”
“Oh, Little Fish. They will love you. I promise.” He spun her around. “Now, stop stalling. Time for bed.”