Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
With that, Lionel strides out without a backwards glance, his broad form disappearing once again into the master bedroom. Goodness, that was certainly decisive! Then again, the alpha male has always taken care of me, and I adore being pampered by him. Sure, Lionel can be a bit possessive, but actually, I love that about my Daddy. It makes me feel so wanted and tingly inside.
Plus, the man of the house has already demonstrated his care and concern for my well-being. When I requested the party with his friends, he put his doubts to the side in order to respond to my needs. He talked me through the process; listened to my concerns; and now, he’s physically pampering me by drawing hot baths and making sure that my curves are coddled and comfortable. Lionel adores my voluptuous form, and I adore my Daddy in return. With a satisfied sigh, I sink low into the bubbles, allowing myself to daydream a bit.
But soon, the water turns lukewarm, and I know it’s time to get out. With a big toe, I flip open the stopper and watch as the liquid drains slowly, revealing the luscious mounds of my breasts, tummy, and then legs. Lionel was right – I do feel better after a warm soak, and clenching my thighs a bit, I smile. My pussy and ass continue to be sore, but at least I can move now without flinching.
With that, I rise from the tub like Aphrodite rising from the sea, my curves sleek and shiny, before swathing myself in a big, fluffy white towel. Then, I exit the en suite before padding silently to the walk-in closet. My clothing hangs neatly, divided first by season, and then by style, and then by color. Khloe Kardashian would be envious of the rigorous organizational discipline on display, but then again, any woman in my place would do the same. Lionel lavishes me with expensive outfits, and I need to take care of them! Of course, I always protest and say I have nowhere to wear the silk evening gowns dripping with beads, as well as the couture outfits made to measure for my figure. But my stepfather never listens because it's not the clothing he’s thinking about – it’s the lingerie beneath, lovingly cupping my generous curves.
But what should I wear today? Hmm, no evening gowns are necessary because it’s just a regular day, as far as I’m aware. Lionel and I will likely just hang out and enjoy our time together while discussing what happened last night.
With a happy smile, I pick out a blue skirt that comes down to mid-thigh, along with a cute blue and white striped top. A chipper red handkerchief around my neck completes the outfit, and I style my brown curls so that they hang in long locks over one shoulder. The entire effect is very Parisian, and I add a dab of red lipstick as the final touch. Parfaite! With a skip to my step, I take the stairs to the kitchen.
“Hi Daddy,” I greet while prancing into the expansive space. “Mmm, that smells delicious. What is it? Pancakes?” I ask while seating myself at the counter. Our mansion boasts a chef’s kitchen complete with shiny, stainless steel appliances, a giant island, and custom made cabinetry.
“No sweetheart,” Lionel replies while grinning over one broad shoulder. “Princess, it’s too late for breakfast,” he chides gently with one black brow raised. “Didn’t you notice? The sun’s already out. It’s almost noon. But I’m making eggs with avocado, the way you like it.”
He looks attractive in a short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, the white fabric highlighting his tan skin and broad chest. A red and white checkered apron with “Kiss the Chef” emblazoned on the front is tied around his waist, and I giggle because that’s my apron. It’s about five sizes too small for Lionel, and I can see how the fabric barely shields even half of his broad chest.
“Daddy, eggs are a breakfast meal!” I admonish with a pout. “You know how much I love my eggs western style, with avocado, tomatoes, salsa, shredded cheese, and sour cream. Don’t forget the sour cream because that’s my favorite,” I remind.
Lionel grins.
“I won’t, sweetheart. I love your appetite, princess, because it’s a fucking turn on. Besides, you got quite the work-out last night, so you need the calories to keep those curves luscious.”
“Yes – by eating breakfast,” I emphasize mischievously as Lionel plates the eggs and slides them over to me. He winks, looking devilishly handsome while plating his own meal.
“You say to-MAY-to, I say to-MAH-to,” he growls before whipping off the apron and taking a seat next to me. “Enjoy, honey. With compliments from the chef.”
Giggling, I take a sip of orange juice and then dig in. The flavors of salsa, eggs, and cheese burst on my tongue, so delicious that my lashes fall shut as I let out a heavenly sigh.