Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She came to the door with two large suitcases and a few smaller bags and boxes as well. Courick was glad to see that she’d taken him seriously when he told her he wanted her to move in with him. But he could tell by the look in her lovely green eyes that she wasn’t sure what kind of reception she was going to get.
“Er, hi there,” she said uncertainly, hovering in the doorway. “I’m here.”
“Good—you’re just in time for Last Meal,” Courick said firmly. “Let’s bring your things inside.”
“I have kind of a lot of stuff,” she said apologetically. “I, uh, hope that’s okay.”
“More than okay,” Courick assured her. “Here—let me help.”
He carried her suitcases over the threshold and Addison followed, still looking uncertain. Courick had wanted to feed her at once and save the room he’d prepared as a surprise, but he could tell she wasn’t sure if she belonged. Maybe it was time to show her how serious he was about having her live with him.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s put these in your room.”
“In my room?” Addison asked.
“It’s right through here.” Courick brought her through the main living area of the bungalow and down a short hallway. “That’s my room,” he said, pointing to the door on the left. “That’s the fresher…” Pointing to the door in the middle. “And this is your room.” With a flourish, he threw open the door on the right and stepped aside to let her see.
“Ohhhh…” Addison’s eyes went wide as she surveyed what he had done.
As much as possible, Courick had tried to copy her bedchamber in her own domicile with one exception—all the furniture was built to Kindred scale, not human scale. Which meant that Addison really did look little compared to it.
She would have to climb up to get into the pink princess canopy bed and her feet would dangle if she sat in the rocker. There was a window seat filled with a variety of stuffed animals which Courick had read that littles called either “stuffies” or “plushies” and a bookcase filled with children’s books. There was even a white dresser with an oval vanity mirror attached and a white chair with a puffy pink cushion to sit on while she brushed her hair and attended to her personal grooming.
Courick hoped she liked it—he’d had to call in several favors to get it all together on such short notice. He looked anxiously at Addison, who was staring around her with wide eyes.
“Wow,” she said at last, and went over to climb up on the bed. She looked up at the canopy—which was decorated with delicate pink hearts and climbing roses—and shook her head, looking stunned.
“Do you like it?” Courick came to stand beside her. “I thought that by making the furniture oversized, you’d be more able to feel little.”
“I do feel little.” Addison looked at him with shining eyes. “This is incredible! I love it! Thank you! Thank you so much, Daddy!” And she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.
Courick felt a surge of emotion he couldn’t name rush through him. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her back. The look in her eyes and the excitement in her eyes made all the trouble he’d gone to worth it. Being able to provide for the curvy little female—being able to meet her needs and make her dreams come true—melted his heart.
It also stirred something in his trousers. The feeling of her soft, full breasts pressed against him made his cock twitch. For a moment, all he could think of was pulling off her clothes and taking her right then and there in the pretty pink bed. But first he would taste her. He would spread her hot little pussy with his tongue and lick her little clit until she came all over his mouth…
No, that’s not why she’s here! Those aren’t the needs you’re trying to meet for her. And remember your vow! he lectured himself. But still he could feel his cock stiffening in his trousers.
He ignored it and contented himself with stroking her long, silky auburn hair. Still, it was a relief when she pulled away from him and looked up.
“This is so far from what I was expecting…I just can’t believe you did all this for me!”
There were actually tears in her eyes, which made Courick’s heart fist in his chest.
“You’re worth it,” he told her firmly. “Are you hungry? Do you want Last Meal now?”
Addison nodded and sniffed.
“All right, Daddy,” she said simply. “Let’s eat.”
14
ADDISON
Addison couldn’t believe all the trouble the big Kindred had gone to for her. Making his spare bedroom into a little’s room was one thing—but the idea of making all the furniture oversized so that she truly felt smaller and younger was a stroke of genius!