Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Each step she took made her shirt brush over the confined tips. She could feel her panties getting wet at the constant stimulation. Looking over her shoulder at Maniac, Tatiana promised, “I’ll remember.”
“I know you will,” Maniac answered as he adjusted his thickening staff in his pants. “I’m not going to forget who I love, Little girl. Ten minutes. Make an excuse to come back here for me to take them off.”
Her eyes went wide. “So I don’t have to wear them all day like you said?”
He chuckled. “No, Little girl. That wouldn’t be safe. You’ll need circulation to those pretty nipples in a few minutes. But I reserve the right to put them back on over and over if I decide you need a reminder.” He lifted a brow.
“I won’t, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” She spun back toward him, rose onto her toes, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around.
Stepping into the customer area of the shop, Tatiana pasted on a welcoming smile. Working was going to take every ounce of her composure. “Hi, Roberto. Ready to get some red on that octopus design?”
“I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Tatiana,” Roberto commented.
Watching the clock like a hawk, Tatiana had just enough time to review the design and get him settled on the bench. When the digital display finally showed the right numbers, she excused herself to get more ink before they started. Scanning the front area without finding Maniac, she knew he was waiting for her in the back. Tatiana dashed into the storage area, almost dancing from the sensations buffeting her body.
Maniac opened his arms to beckon her close. His hands unfastened her jeans, and he rubbed her pussy. “Your panties are so wet, Rainbow.”
“Can you take them off?” she begged, squirming in front of him.
Without ceasing his caresses over the cotton fabric, Maniac eased one hand under her T-shirt and unfastened one clamp. The sensation of the blood rushing back into the tip bordered between pleasure and pain. Gasping, she felt his hand brush over her sensitive skin to tug at the other clamp.
“Come, Little girl,” he ordered as he pressed her cotton panties into her intimately.
When he unfastened the second one, that flood of pleasure pushed her over the brink and she shattered into a million pieces. He held her against his powerful frame, supporting her as her body trembled.
Her Daddy pressed soft kisses against her neck before whispering, “Daddy controls your pleasure and he wards off the pain, Little girl.”
This was definitely one lesson she wouldn’t forget.
Chapter Seventeen
Two weeks later…
“Tatiana…”
At the sound of her Daddy’s warning tone of voice, Tatiana jerked her gaze up from where she’d been intently sketching at the kitchen table. “What, Daddy?” She didn’t think she’d done anything to get herself in trouble yet today.
It was Sunday. The shop was closed today and tomorrow. She’d been looking forward to two solid days with her Daddy all week. At least until she’d woken up this morning to her Daddy’s announcement about what they were going to do today.
Ever since then she’d been dragging her feet.
Daddy’s brow was furrowed as he came to her, set his palms on the table, and leaned in close. “Talk to me,” he ordered.
“About what?” she said a bit too cheerfully.
He nodded at her sketch. “Are you not happy with the Flirty Kumquat cupcake design yet?”
She glanced down. “No. It’s perfect,” she admitted. She set her pencil down and put her hands on her thighs to rub her sweaty palms.
Today was the big day. The day Daddy declared they were going to ink each other in special places. She was fucking nervous.
He lifted one hand to cup her chin. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. We can wait until you’re ready. I didn’t mean to make you feel pressured. I just love you so much, and I want my ink on your body. I want to finally be the one who tattoos you instead of someone else doing it.”
He slid his hand down between her breasts and flattened his palm where the tattoo was destined to go.
She shuddered. Her mouth was dry.
“This tattoo is meant to be something special between us, but I’ve never seen you so nervous about getting a tattoo. You’re covered in ink, which means you either have doubts about this tattoo or about me.”
She swallowed hard and shook her head. “No doubts, Daddy. I promise. I just want to be sure the design is perfect, and I’ve heard that part of the body is extremely sensitive and…” Her voice trailed off. She needed to tell him. She needed to be brave.
Daddy pulled out the chair next to hers and sat. He turned her chair so it faced his and straddled her booster seat. He took both her hands in his and held them in her lap. “Tatiana, look at me.”