Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“Ah, no, you’re not,” she said as he drew out a pair of lacy, white panties with blossoms on them.
Darn it. Those panties had to be the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.
How did he know her so well?
“I’m not?”
“No. Because I’m pretty sure you were already going to buy me an obscene amount of stuff, which isn’t happening.”
“Yes, it is. Need to fill up this closet and the one in the main bedroom.”
He really didn’t.
“I have my own clothes, you know.”
He shrugged. “Get rid of them, you don’t need them.”
Dear. Lord. Help. Her.
Before she could say anything, he drew out a bra that matched the pretty panties. This just couldn’t be happening to her.
It couldn’t.
She loved them.
Reuben gave her a knowing look. “Does my Little Blossom like her panties and bra?”
She nodded. She had lost her words. They were stuck in the back of her throat.
“And does she need Daddy’s help getting ready?”
More nodding.
“What a good girl you are for telling Daddy what you need.” He drew off her towel, then crouched at her feet, holding out the panties. “Put your hands on Daddy’s shoulders for balance. That’s it.”
She lifted one foot, then the other, so he could put her panties on. He drew them up her legs and kissed her mound lightly.
“Such a pretty baby.” He held out the bra and she slid her arms through the holes. Then he did it up at the back, even adjusting the cups. “Is that comfortable?”
Another nod.
She had no idea why she couldn’t find any words. But she was content just to answer him like this for the moment. And he appeared to enjoy taking care of her.
Her dress went on next and then the cardigan. Finally, he had her sit so he could put on her sneakers. Then he took hold of her hand and led her to the full-length mirror.
Oh wow.
She looked adorable.
Well, except for the mess of curls on her head. She reached up to tug at them, pulling so hard that tears entered her eyes.
“Hey, easy. Be careful with my baby.” He lightly smacked her hands. “No hurting yourself. If you need pain, I’ll be happy to give you what you need. However, you won’t be hurting yourself.”
Oh, that was so generous of him.
But she nodded.
“You don’t have to worry about how you look because Daddy is going to take care of you. From now on, when you’re in Little headspace, I will choose what you wear. What you eat. What you do.”
Her breathing quickened, and she slid her thumb into her mouth to comfort herself.
Because she wasn’t sure if she was excited by the idea of giving him that much control.
Or utterly terrified.
“At least to begin with. Because I think you need me to take over most of the time, don’t you, baby?”
No. Nope. Uh-uh.
“To take all that weight away so you don’t have to make such trivial decisions. Or any decisions.”
Actually . . . sometimes it would be nice not to make the decisions.
And it was so hard doing it all.
Especially when she didn’t trust herself anymore.
“Come with Daddy. I’ll get dressed and then do your hair.”
37
Her hair was a fucking disaster.
Reuben stared down at the mess of curls, moving around to stand in front of her. His stomach dropped as he saw tears in her eyes.
“Baby, fuck. Did I hurt you?”
He’d tried brushing the curls . . . but he swore they looked worse than when he’d started.
She shook her head. Her thumb was still in her mouth.
“Then what’s wrong?” He slid her thumb out of her mouth. “I need you to talk to me for a moment. You can go back to being nonverbal after. Okay?”
“O-tay,” she whispered in a cute voice. Oh, she was fully in Little headspace, wasn’t she? Mispronouncing okay was adorable. But that made her tears even more worrying.
“Why are you crying, Little Blossom? Did Daddy hurt your head?”
“Little bit.”
“I’m sorry. You should have said something. I haven’t done anyone’s hair in a long time.”
“That’s not . . . that’s not why I’m tearful, Daddy.”
He cupped her face between his hands. “Then what is it?”
“It’s just that it’s been a long time since someone took care of me,” she revealed.
They hadn’t talked about former partners. Mainly because he didn’t want to know about any asshole that had touched his girl.
But he assumed she’d had a Daddy at some point.
“It’s been a while since you had a Daddy, then?” It was probably difficult to adjust to having a Daddy again in her life.
Mind you, most Daddy Doms likely weren’t as full-on as he was. Some of them probably allowed their Littles more freedom.
That wasn’t going to be their relationship.
“Um, no, I had one not that long ago.”
He tensed.
Do not react. Do not.
Do not give in to the rage filling you.
“I broke up with my old Daddy before I moved here.”