Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I know you’re mine, Rosebud.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. It took great restraint to stop at that, to lower her fingers and lead her out of the office.
Adam’s mind was racing with new visions of the future. The Little girl he’d always dreamed of having was in his home, in the flesh. She was adding a face and a body to his imagination.
Her cute bob would spread out across his thigh where he could run his fingers through the locks. She would purr softly, contentedly, as she curled against him.
He hoped sometimes she would let him lure her into a very young age, leaning back in his lap, taking a bottle, wearing footed pajamas.
He needed to slow down, not let his imagination get so carried away. After all, he just met her a few days ago and this was the first time she was in his home. He knew though. She was his.
“Want to see the upstairs?” he encouraged to take his mind off her lips and the way she chewed on them when she was nervous.
“Yes.” She adjusted Ruff under her arm. Such a darling sweet Little girl.
He led her upstairs next, pointing out the guest rooms and guest bath before entering the master bedroom.
Rose gasped. “It’s so big. It’s bigger than my whole apartment. Where do all those doors lead?” She pointed at each of them.
Adam stepped behind her and set his hands on her shoulders, mostly because he wanted to be closer to her. He angled her toward the left and slowly spun her clockwise, pointing out each room as they turned. “Bathroom, closet. closet. And lastly, the nursery.”
He was glad he had his hands on her so he could feel her startle as she twisted her head to look at him. “Nursery? Do you have a baby?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not for a small baby, Rosebud. The nursery is for you. It’s for an adult Little.”
She gasped, eyes wide yet again. “For me?”
“Yep. I’ve slowly decorated it for years, always hoping to find my Little girl. It’s yours. Of course, I couldn’t know what décor you might prefer or what colors you might like, so we’ll make changes to suit your tastes. Want to see it?”
She stared at him, chewing on that lip again for several seconds before speaking. “This is so fast, and I’ve never had a nursery before. I know some other Littles have them, but I don’t even know what would be in a nursery.”
“Would you like to see it?” he asked again, lifting a brow. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.”
She slowly nodded and swallowed hard, visibly gathering her courage. “I think I’m ready.”
“Do you think you could also try calling me Daddy and see how it feels coming off your tongue?” he proposed.
She licked her full lips this time. “Maybe… Daddy.” Her cheeks pinkened with embarrassment, but the corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled.
“I like the sound of that, Rosebud. Let’s check it out.” He guided her forward until they reached the special room attached to the master bedroom. Opening the door, he held his breath. This was important to him. He wanted her to love the room.
Rose stepped inside tentatively and looked around, leaving him behind.
He stayed in the doorway, releasing her shoulders to let her explore. He held his breath and watched her closely, not wanting to miss any of her expressions.
Unfortunately, she faced away from him, not giving him a single hint about what she was thinking. She walked slowly, adorably, making sure Ruff could also see every detail.
She circled from the right to the left, taking in the adult-sized daybed that could convert into a crib first. She stroked the mahogany wood frame before moving on to the rocking chair, the bookshelf, the toy chest, the dresser, and finally, the changing table.
She lingered several heart-stopping seconds next to that last piece of furniture before turning to face him. “How young do you want your Little girl to be?” she asked, hesitation in her voice.
“We’ll figure that out together, Rosebud, but it’s good for Little girls to have some time in a very Little space occasionally. It helps them recharge.”
“I’ve never thought about practicing a younger age play,” she hedged, chewing on that lip again.
He approached her and cupped her face, tipping her head back to look into her deep, inquisitive, curious eyes. “There’s no rush, Rosebud. When you’re ready, we’ll explore every aspect of age play. For now, I don’t want you to worry about it. Okay?”
She nodded subtly. “Yes, Daddy.”
His cock throbbed in his pants when she called him Daddy, unprompted this time. “Good girl. Now, I’d really like to kiss you again. May I?”
Her smile widened. “I’d like that.” She surprised him when she twisted around and set Ruff on the changing table before facing Adam again. Wrapping her arms around him, she tipped her head back.