Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
God, I love when Daddy fills me. He’s so big. When he’s on top, I feel consumed, smothered, but in a good way. Cocooned. Loved. Cherished. He threads his fingers in my hair and holds me steady while he pumps in and out several times.
And then he groans, holding himself deep, spilling into me. He’s panting when he drops his forehead onto mine. He’s grinning. “Sorry, Baby girl. I couldn’t hold off. You had me so fucking hot from watching you masturbate in your dream.”
I slide my hands up his back and hold him, wanting him to stay inside me. “Don’t be silly, Daddy. I don’t mind. It makes me feel desirable when you can’t hold back.”
He nuzzles my nose and kisses me soundly, lingering on my lips for a long time before releasing them. “Which park should we go to today?”
Chapter Eleven
Maybe the water park was a bad choice for day two at Littleworld. After all, I knew there would be a level of nudity. I was challenging myself, wondering how I would react after the naked-on-the-beach incident and then the spanking at the amusement park.
I’m here now though, and once again I’m naked while Daddy spreads lotion all over me. We’re next to the wave pool. I keep watching the water come toward the zero entry like ocean waves. I’m kind of nervous. It looks like it might pull me under. I’m not a great swimmer. Swim lessons were not a priority in my childhood. My parents were more concerned with ensuring I didn’t have a meltdown. Group sports were never a consideration. Now, I’m kind of wishing they had arranged private swim lessons.
When Daddy chuckles, I turn my head toward him. “What’s so funny?”
He glances down, and I follow his gaze to find him cupping my boobs, rubbing them, toying with the nipples. I hadn’t noticed.
“You were so preoccupied staring at the water that even my thumbs couldn’t make your nipples hard.”
I flush and lick my lips. “I can’t swim,” I announce.
He eases his hands to my hips. “Ah. That explains why you only stuck your feet into the ocean the other day. I thought you were grossed out by seaweed or salty water.”
“Those things are also true, but—” I point at the wave pool, “—that looks too scary.”
“We won’t start with that pool then, princess. We’ll go do something calmer. And Daddy will not let go of you or leave your side.”
“Okay.” I watch him while he continues to put lotion on me, rubbing my bottom unnecessarily and then down my thighs. He’s grown quiet, his brow slightly furrowed.
After he helps me into my swim diaper, he puts sunscreen on himself while I watch. “Ready?” he asks, giving me a smile. It looks forced.
I stare at him.
He stands and takes my hand. “How about the lazy river? You can share my tube, and I’ll hold on to you really tight.”
By the time we get situated in the tube, me cradled sideways in Daddy’s lap, the weirdness is gone. He splashes me, making me yelp. And then he pulls me against him so close and kisses my temple, lingering for a very long time.
The water park was amazing. So was the zoo the next day. The following day we spent partly at the beach and then in town. We met up with Petra and Elijah to visit the toy store, which was so fun. It was filled with adult-sized toys. It was like a wonderland for Littles.
Today we spent the morning at the amusement park again before Daddy brought me back to the cabin for a nap.
I’m nervous. Every day he has grown slightly weirder. Withdrawn or something. It all started when he snapped me out of staring at the wave pool. At least I think that was the moment.
Sometimes he seems far away. Sometimes when I’ve woken up from a nap, he hasn’t come to my side as quickly. I’ve heard him on the phone several times. I think he’s been talking to his boss at work. I’ve only caught a few words here and there. He hasn’t had any conversations directly in front of me.
When he’s with me, he’s sort of the same. But something is off. For real.
As I come fully awake, I stay very still in my crib. I’m holding Emma. She’s comforting me the best she can. I can hear Daddy on the phone again. He sounds…excited? What does that mean?
I keep my eyes closed. This is the only time I can guarantee I’ll be left alone with my thoughts. Alone in my crib as I wake from a nap but don’t alert him yet.
My heart rate picks up as I consider the possibilities. He’s pulling away from me. It’s all my fault. I knew I was being too needy. I’m exhausting. No Daddy would want to deal with me. I have a pile of issues a mile long. It’s too much to keep track of. Plus, I let him do everything for me. I let myself be incredibly young and carefree here on the island. I shouldn’t have.