Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Ooh!” Ellie moaned in delight before she could stop herself.
“My Little girl likes to be clean,” Garrett celebrated as he washed her calf and moved to her thigh.
Focusing on breathing, Ellie tried to inhale and exhale normally as his touch reached between her legs.
“Wait!” burst from her lips as he shifted to wash her other foot.
His deep chuckle clued her in that she’d said that aloud. “Later, Rainbow. Perhaps you’ll have a special bedtime story.”
Wondering if he could be suggesting a different activity other than reading, Ellie watched his hands as they smoothed soap over her leg. She loved the look of his immense hands moving tenderly to take care of her. It was as if she was the most important part of his life.
“Lie back to wet your hair,” he instructed when he’d finished. Garrett pulled her scrunchie from her ponytail and helped her settle onto her back.
One hand supported her under her shoulders as she floated in the warm water. Her gaze jumped to his face as her Daddy lifted one leg from the water to drape over the side of the tub, spreading her thighs widely. Ellie watched his expression as he washed her intimately. The soft pouf glided through her pink folds, gently rasping over her tight bud before brushing between her bottom cheeks and her small sensitive opening.
“Daddy?”
“I’m glad you like my touch, Little girl,” he reassured her as he set the ball of netting aside. “Hair next. Close your eyes.”
Ellie squeezed her eyelids together as he brushed her hair through the water. Keeping them closed when he lifted her back into a seated position, Ellie heard the snap of a bottle top before feeling what had to be shampoo land on her hair. She treasured the luxurious feeling of being pampered as his fingers gently scrubbed the shampoo over her scalp and through her hair.
“Tilt your head back, Ellie,” he requested.
After her Daddy rinsed the suds out by pouring fresh water from the spigot, he stood her on the mat, patted her dry, wrapped a towel around her, and reached for the blow dryer.
She watched in the mirror as he carefully combed out her hair and dried it. “I usually just go to bed with it damp,” she informed him when he was finished.
“It’s not good to sleep with a wet head, Rainbow.” He swung her up in his arms and carried her from the bathroom, making her squeal.
When they entered the nursery, he kissed her forehead before settling her on the changing table and opening the towel.
She shivered, partly from the renewed exposure. It was one thing to sit in the tub and occupy herself with the crayons. She felt more exposed when lying on the changing table under his gaze.
Daddy pulled a strap across her tummy, trapping her hands at her sides.
She squirmed, the restraint turning her embarrassed exposure into arousal. “Daddy?”
He came to the end of the table and parted her legs, pushing them wide, knees bent. Then he gave a little tug to her curls. “I’m going to shave this off, Little one. I don’t want your hands to get in the way.”
She pursed her lips. He’d warned her this moment was coming, but now that it was here, she felt heat rush up her chest and over her cheeks. There wasn’t much in life that could be more intimate than letting him shave her pussy. She would have no secrets from him after this. Including the fact that wetness was gathering between her folds.
Maybe he would think she was still damp from the bath.
She held her breath as he squeezed some shaving gel into his palm, rubbed his hands together to make a lather, and then spread it all over her mound.
“You can’t hold your breath the entire time I shave you, Rainbow,” he teased as he wiped his hands off and grabbed the razor. “I promise I’ll be very careful. All you need to do is remain still. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He set his fingers on her pelvis to steady her as he slowly dragged the razor through her curls.
Ellie squeezed her eyes shut so she didn’t have to watch. She also tried to think of things that were icky to keep from reacting to this process. Muddy floors after a rain. Sticky chairs from children’s fingers after eating one of her cupcakes. Spilled milk running across a table to drip onto the floor with a splash.
Nothing worked. As Daddy parted her folds and continued to shave between them, she grew more aroused. Her legs were trembling as he worked lower still, removing every hair all the way to her tight rear hole.
“There,” he finally declared as he used a warm cloth to wipe away the shaving cream. “I’m proud of you, Rainbow. You held very still for Daddy.”