Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
A huge, furry, chocolate brown beanbag sat on the floor. It beckoned to her. Pointing at it, she said, “I’d love to curl up and read there.”
“I thought you’d like that. Think it’s big enough for both of us?” he asked. “Let’s try it out.”
Hesitating, Kiki looked down at her clothes. As much as she tried to avoid it, she was covered with snippets of hair. “I don’t want to get it dirty.”
“Let’s get you changed, and then we can dive in,” Terry said.
Immediately, he stripped off her fashionable clothes and dropped them into the new laundry hamper. When she stood in front of him in just her panties, her Daddy brushed over the front of the soft cotton fabric.
“Are your panties wet, Little girl?”
Shaking her head no, she squeezed her legs together to stop the sudden heat that grew between her thighs. Surely, they couldn’t be wet. Okay, she’d fantasized about sex with him all the way home. Kiki paused her motion and shifted to a small nod.
“Seems like Daddy needs to check.”
She inhaled in a rush of breath as he pulled out the elastic band and inserted his hand. Brushing his hand over her silky hair, Terry traced the cleft of her lips ever so slowly. Kiki shifted her feet apart to allow him to glide his hand between the cotton material and her most private area.
“I’m glad you changed your mind, Little girl. Your panties are very damp. I think they need to come off, too, don’t you?” he asked, stroking her intimately.
“Yes, Daddy. I brought more panties,” she assured him.
“I have a better idea.”
Terry drew the undergarment down her thighs and helped her step out of them. “Climb up on the changing table, and Daddy will make sure you’re clean.”
“You’re not going to give me medicine, are you?”
“No, Bumblebee. I think you feel well today.”
She nodded enthusiastically to convince him.
“Perfect. Up on the changing table.”
While her Daddy picked up her clothing scattered on the floor, Kiki slowly walked to the changing table. She was suspicious of it. There was a new step placed on one side to help her reach the padded top easier. As she approached, Kiki could read her name and see a bumblebee painted on the top. Exclaiming with delight, she leaned over to look at it closer.
“Gorgeous view,” Terry complimented from behind her.
“Oops, sorry.” Kiki righted herself quickly and felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“No apologies needed. I’m fond of your bottom,” he reminded her.
“Daddy!” She climbed onto the table and lay down as he approached.
Terry loomed over her and winked before kissing the tip of her nose. “Do you like your new step?”
“You put my name on it—and a bumblebee.”
“This is your room, Kiki. Spread your legs for Daddy.”
She followed his instructions and stretched an arm over her face to hide. It was so hard to follow his directions. Jumping at the feel of the cold wipes, Kiki froze in place.
“Chilly, huh? Daddy will order a warmer for your wipes. I wouldn’t like that against my skin either,” he comforted her as he stroked over her pink folds.
Holding her breath, Kiki waited to see if his care would progress to something more intimate. To her disappointment, she felt the cloth lift from her skin. She peeked under her shielding forearm to see him throw away the cloth.
“No playtime now, Bumblebee,” he comforted her, and she knew he’d seen her peeking. “It’s late. You need dinner and some relaxation time before Daddy tucks you into bed. Little girls need more sleep than others do.”
“I’m good on six or seven hours each night,” she rushed to assure him.
“Not anymore. You’ll get at least eight hours—nine would be better.”
“I can’t sleep that long.”
“We’ll see.”
Terry combed his fingers through the silky hair on her mound. “Is there someone you trust to remove this? I could shave it off, but I bet you’d rather be smoother for longer.”
A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She’d never had herself fully waxed before. Kiki knew that she would be very sensitive. “I have a friend I could schedule an appointment to see.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get you up and dressed.”
Terry helped her off the changing table and pulled a caramel-colored nightgown from the closet. As it dropped over her head, Kiki brushed her hand over the soft fabric. Knee-length, it seemed to hug her in comfort.
“There’s a present for you on the floor of the closet. Go grab it,” he directed.
“A present?” Eagerly, Kiki hurried toward the closet and looked on the carpet. Two bee-shaped slippers looked back at her. Quickly, she picked them up and cradled them against her chest. “These are so cute, Daddy.”
“I know. I saw them and knew your tootsies needed them to stay warm. Sit down and I’ll slide them on your feet.”