Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“If we aren’t going to be sleeping, then why are we in your bedroom?” she asked, fear weaving in and out of her question.
“Naptime with Daddy is different than a normal naptime, Ariana,” he educated her.
The first naptime was always a bit difficult for the girls to understand. They’d been told they were little girls, and they had to obey their daddies, and now he had to show her how else she was to behave with her daddy.
“Like how?” she asked. Despite her light tone, she took a small step away from him.
“Well. When you take naptime with your daddy, it’s big girl time. Now, your forever daddy may want you to do different things than me, but it’s important that you learn to obey your daddy without fail. Okay?”
He watched her throat working as she swallowed hard, and her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. Her eyes darted to the door.
“Ariana, if you try to run, you won’t like what happens when I catch you,” he warned in a hard tone. If she ran from the room and some of the others caught her, he would have no choice but to punish her severely. And the punishment for running from his room would be too much for a new girl to bear.
“I won’t.” She shook her head but sounded as though she was talking to herself and not to him.
“Okay, good,” he said. “When you take naptimes with me, you have to take off your little girl dress. So, go ahead and get that off.” He waved a hand at the cotton dress she’d been dressed in for the day.
She hesitated a long moment, but then grabbed the hem of the dress and yanked it up over her head. Nancy hadn’t given her any panties to wear, apparently. Ariana stood completely naked beneath the yellow garment.
“Put the dress on the chair, Ariana, and take off your shoes. Then climb onto the bed for me.” He turned his back on her, sheltering her from his cock stiffening against the zipper of his jeans. She wouldn’t understand his reaction, and he didn’t need her frightened the first time she was in his bed. Ariana had drunk the full cup of Lullaby this morning, and she’d been told that she was only a little girl. Everything he was about to do would scare her a little, but he didn’t want a screaming woman on his hands.
Some Daddies in the House liked jumping into the deep end with their little girls on the first time, but Costello wasn’t that crude. Giving her a little taste of what good little girls get in Daddy’s bed would assure her obedience during future training sessions.
Ariana climbed on the bed, the side opposite of where he stood, and plopped down ungracefully onto the mattress, throwing one arm over her eyes and the other tucked at her side. When he looked closer, he noticed her red cheeks and a tear slipping down her temple and into her hairline.
“There’s no reason to be afraid, Ariana. I’m not going to hurt you.” He walked around the bed and sat down beside her. “The exact opposite, really.” He placed his hand on her stomach. Her muscles tightened, but she remained quiet. “Did the other girls tell you anything this morning at breakfast? Did they mention what they do with their daddies?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light.
She sniffled and shook her head rapidly, still not letting him see her face. She shouldn’t be so frightened then.
“Did Nanny Nancy give you your medicine this morning?” he asked. Nancy enjoyed the girls’ discomfort too much at times, and he wouldn’t put it past her to keep Ariana from the blissful ignorance of her status.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, Daddy,” he corrected her while strumming his fingers over her belly down to the smooth area just above her sex. While being prepped when she arrived, she’d been waxed and prepared. Not a single curl of hair lingered.
“Yes…Daddy. Sorry.” She frowned.
“And you drank it all up like a good girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said urgently, as though the line of questioning heightened her anxiety.
“That’s good. Then all you have to do is relax and let Daddy give you all the kisses you deserve.” He stroked his fingers lower, slipping them through the folds of her sex.
She groaned.
“Your little pussy is wet, Ariana.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her sweet juice. “That makes Daddy happy.”
She groaned again.
He tugged her arm away from her face and stared down at her. “I want to see your face. No more covering up. Understood?” he asked firmly. He could see the embarrassment in her eyes but couldn’t figure out if it was because he was touching her or because she enjoyed the touching.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whispered and pinched her lips together tightly. “Do…do you have to do this?” she asked, the plea evident in her tear-filled eyes.