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)
“No buts, Little girl. Now, stretch out for me, Coco.” He turned her body easily on the padded surface and guided her back down.
Before she could process all the movement, he had drawn her hands over her head and fastened the straps around her wrists. The zing of the strap as he pulled it from the automatic winding mechanism embedded itself into her mind. The click as he secured it relieved her of needing to struggle. Daddy is in charge.
“That’s my pretty Little girl. Let’s get these wet panties off. They have to be uncomfortable.”
Holding her breath as he drew her cotton underwear down her legs, Coco melted onto the padding when she was completely nude. After giving him total control, she basked in his praise. She closed her eyes as he pulled the bar down from the wall. In seconds, he attached her ankles, spreading her legs apart. The cool air whisked over her skin.
“What a good girl you are. Let’s see if you enjoy this,” he suggested, opening the drawer he’d forbidden her to look in.
The crinkle of a plastic wrapper made her peek. She spotted the purple pacifier before he brushed it against her lips. Nodding eagerly, she opened her mouth, and he inserted the bulb. Tentatively, she sucked on the device and quickly discovered it soothed her.
“I’m glad you like it, Coco. Just relax. Daddy’s going to check your temperature before he tucks you in bed.”
She watched him open a jar of lubricant and knew where he planned to put the thermometer. Sucking furiously, Coco closed her eyes. She’d read that Littles had their temperatures taken in this intimate way.
“Daddy’s finger, Coco,” Roman warned before pressing cold lubricant over her bottom hole before pressing inside.
Clenching her eyelids tightly together, she struggled not to wiggle. His touch pushed her arousal so much higher. No one had ever touched her there.
“Daddy will need to stretch your bottom, Coco. You are very tight. We’ll start with small dilators. You’ll get used to having your bottom filled, won’t you?”
She nodded, froze, then shook her head furiously as she processed his words.
“Too late, Little girl. I already know you are enjoying my touch.” Roman rubbed the lubricant along the inner walls of the tight entrance to prepare her.
The contact with that nerve-rich area sent tidal waves of sensations through her. She sucked furiously on her pacifier as the stimulation threatened to overwhelm her. “Oh!” she gasped around the device in her mouth when he withdrew his touch.
She felt a cold device against that tight ring of muscles. Despite her attempt to keep it out, the thick tube slid deep into her bottom. Roman adjusted it frequently, twisting and pressing it deeper. Finally, his hand cupped over the end to keep it firmly inserted. His touch was so close and intimate.
“You are so wet, Little girl. I am very pleased that you are so responsive. Do you need to come?”
Coco nodded eagerly.
“Can you tell Daddy your secret? Did you get excited by this changing table?”
She hesitated. Could she tell him about her fantasies?
“Your Daddy bought this piece of furniture with a definite idea of how he needed to take care of his Little girl. There is no part of you I will not look at, touch, and caress.”
He shifted the fingers of his free hand to trail through her slick, pink folds. “I think being brave deserves a reward, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer as he explored her intimately. He traced her opening, circling her clit with his fingertip until she squirmed.
“Hold still, Little girl. Daddy will have to stop if you can’t hold still,” he warned as he continued to touch her.
Tensing her muscles, she struggled to remain still as he tapped on her clit. She could feel her orgasm hovering just out of her grasp. Coco sucked furiously on her pacifier as she strained to reach it.
Roman teased her with different types of touch. Just when she was on the brink of coming, he’d move his fingers. Frustrated, she glared at him.
“What do you need, Little girl? Do you need to come?”
Coco nodded so furiously, she made herself dizzy.
“Let’s see if Daddy can help you.” He pinched her clit, launching her climax. As her body contracted fiercely, Roman held her pelvis pinned to the table as he swirled the thermometer in her bottom. The extra stimulation deepened and prolonged her pleasure. A loud ding startled her, making her already pounding heart lurch.
“Good girl. That’s the timer,” Roman explained and withdrew the thermometer.
Panting on the padding, she watched him check her temperature.
“Tsk, tsk. A slight fever,” he shared and grabbed a wipe from the handy dispenser to clean his hands. “We’re going to have to monitor this often. Daddy will give you some medicine to bring it down and make an appointment with Dr. Richards.”