Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She nodded, glad she hadn’t been forced to say those words. He’d done it for her.
He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her face. “Why on earth couldn’t you just tell me that, Daisy? I know you enjoy playing at a younger age, but I didn’t realize it was that important to you or that you preferred it more often.”
“Because it’s so much work for you, Daddy. You work hard all day and sometimes at Blaze in the evenings, too. I don’t want you to have to take care of me so totally when you’re only off work a few hours in the evening.”
He frowned. “What if that’s what I prefer? Did you ever think maybe I like it when you’re younger as much as you do?” He glanced around the room. “Why do you think I have a nursery with a crib and bottles and diapers if I don’t want you to use them?”
“I know you enjoy it, but it’s not something we do every night, so I assumed you were too tired some nights to deal with me.”
“Deal with you?” His voice rose. He was angry, or perhaps hurt. “Daisy, dealing with you is the greatest pleasure in my life. I’ve waited forever to find the perfect Baby girl who checks off every box on my list. That’s you, Daisy. In every way.”
She wanted to believe him.
He gave her a slight shake of the hips. “Daisy, you’re my life. You’ve brought sunshine and laughter and…yellow into my days.” He gave her a small smile. “You make my heart beat faster and fill my soul every time I look at you.”
She took a deep breath.
“I didn’t want to pressure you to spend more time younger. I was trying to take my cues from you. You never ask me for diapers and bottles, so I assumed I was pressuring you on those things.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He smiled a little bigger. “I think we had a breakdown in communication.” He patted her bottom. “Here I was, hoping one day you would decide you liked to be younger at home, and you were wishing for the same thing. We’re quite the pair.”
Her eyes widened.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m just as much to blame. I should have told you I preferred when you were younger. I didn’t want you to do something you weren’t comfortable with just for me, though.”
“I didn’t want to ask you to invest even more time in me. I know it’s a lot, caring for me when I’m younger.”
He squeezed her. “I love caring for you. I’d rather be caring for you than anything in the world. It’s invigorating. Even if I’m tired after a long day, the idea of caring for you perks me up and gives me a second wind.”
She smiled cautiously. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He quickly stood her on her feet, so fast she almost toppled over backward, but he held her steady with his hands on her hips. “Let’s get these clothes off you.”
She grinned. “I hate them.”
He chuckled. “Even at work?”
“Yes, but I tolerate them at work. I don’t have a choice. I flip a switch in my head and go into adult-mode. But when I get home…”
“You just want Daddy to get you out of these tight jeans and panties and bra and let you be my Baby girl.” His voice was soft as he popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He lowered the jeans and her panties down her legs and then bent to help her step out of them and pull off her socks.
After ridding her of the bottom half of her clothes, he pulled her shirt over her head and unfastened her bra.
She breathed out the moment he had her naked as if she’d been unable to take a full breath until now.
Daddy cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples reverently. “Sex, bath, bottle, diaper, bed? How’s that sound?”
She grinned and nodded eagerly. “I love that plan, Daddy.”
He slid his hands down to her hips. “From now on, when we get home from work, first thing I’ll do is remove your clothes and put a diaper on you. We can get some more play clothes that are appropriate for your age, too. Maybe some more loose dresses. You can wear leggings over your diaper when it’s cold. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” She reached for the front of his shirt and played with the soft cotton. “It’s not too much work?”
“Never.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re never too much work. I’d love nothing more than to take care of your every need when we’re home.” He kissed her lips next.
She smiled. “Maybe sometimes when we go out like to other Little’s houses or the club, I’ll be slightly older, but when we’re home…”
“Understood.” He lifted her chin again. His expression was serious again. “From now on, when something is bothering you, I want you to tell Daddy. Don’t let it bottle up inside you so you end up crying in the naughty corner.”