Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Her panties were drenched as Coco fantasized about being secured. She glanced down at the bottom and didn’t see anything else. At least her feet would be free, she thought and looked up to see a hinged, stout-looking bar that rested against the wall. Coco stood on her tippytoes to see if it moved. It did. Quickly, she pushed it back against the wall.
Why would he need to tether her in place so much? Images flashed through her mind of herself in the place of the heroine in age play novels. Coco squeezed her thighs as her secret dreams of being so intimately cared for exploded the longing inside her. Roman must desire this as well. He’d selected the items in her room.
Forcing herself away, Coco quickly changed into the dress. She ran out of the room and through the house, needing to be close to the dynamic man PLAYTIME had determined was her Daddy. As she burst out the open sliding door, Roman sat in a cushioned chair. He opened his arms, beckoning her close. Without hesitating, she threw herself onto his lap.
“Coco, you’re scaring Daddy. Are you okay?” he asked, stroking down her back as she hid her face against his hard chest.
She shook her head.
“Did something frighten you?”
This time, she nodded and grabbed a handful of his shirt to hold onto him.
“Something in your nursery?”
Coco hesitated. The turmoil of feelings inside her had caused her to flee. She wasn’t in the nursery now. “No,” she whispered. “It was me. I scared me.”
“Ah. I think I’m starting to understand now. Could it be that you reacted to being in the nursery differently than expected?”
She pulled back to look at him in surprise. How had he figured that out? “Yes.”
Roman cupped her cheek and smiled at her before brushing her hair back from her face. “Sometimes a Little girl has powerful feelings when their dreams come true. Had you imagined having a nursery?”
“Yes. Nothing as pretty as yours,” she told him quickly.
“I’m very pleased you like your nursery. And that you’ve had a strong reaction to it. That tells your Daddy he did a good job putting it together. It also clues me in that you are looking forward to having me take care of you.”
She dropped her head back against his throat, hiding. How did he know so much?
“Coco. Look at Daddy.”
Refusing, she pushed her face harder against him.
“Hmmm.” Roman’s throat vibrated as he hummed. He rocked her gently. “Coco, Daddy can wait for you to tell me. I’ve waited a long time for my Little girl. I know you’ll find your bravery. Everything in that room is there for a reason—deliberately chosen by me.”
“I know…” she whispered, letting her voice trail off. His soothing motion comforted her. A yawn stretched her mouth open. The excitement of going to Roman’s house and the early morning had zapped her sleep time.
“I think my Little girl needs a nap more than playing in the pool. Let’s go see if Daddy can help make you more comfortable,” he suggested and stood, holding her against his powerful frame. He carried her back into the house and directly to the nursery.
“I don’t want to nap,” she whined. Coco didn’t want to waste any of their time together.
“Little girls who wake up early to go to work get tired after lunch. Starting a new job is very stressful. I think I need to make sure you’re feeling okay first.”
Inhaling sharply, she clung to him as he carried her directly to the changing table. Roman swept her dress up over her hips as he prepared to set her bottom on the padded top. His hand stopped on her panties. Could he feel how wet they were?
“Coco, did you think I would be mad that this room turned you on?”
A whimper of embarrassment escaped her lips.
“Sweet Little girl. I created this room to make you happy—in every way. Can you let Daddy take care of you?”
She froze and then forced herself to nod. “Please.”
“Good girl. Daddy’s got you.”
Roman sat her on the changing table and whisked her new dress over her head. He hung it on a hook within reach on the wall. “Little girls don’t wear bras at home,” he told her and quickly unfastened the back closure so he could ease the straps down her shoulders and off.
She automatically tried to shield her body with her hands, but her Daddy captured her wrists and drew them down to her sides. She watched his face as he slowly scanned her body. Coco couldn’t miss the desire etched in his features. His brown eyes looked darker than she’d ever seen them.
“What a pretty baby I have. Daddy needs to see all of you, Coco. No hiding from Daddy.”
Coco nodded and froze. What had she agreed to? “But…”