Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“There are no cars on the island, Little one.” He lifts me onto the passenger seat and buckles me in. Can’t say I’ve ever worn a seatbelt on a golf cart, but it would seem I’m going to today.
I glance around as other Littles approach the rows of golf carts. Most of the golf carts have adult-sized car seats on the back seat, and I squirm as I watch several Daddies strap their Littles into a five-point harness. A lot of them have diapers on. I assume they either live here, or they’ve been here before. Or maybe they live as infants on the mainland too.
Daddy pats my thigh. “Your car seat is at the house, baby girl. This will be your only ride without it.”
I shiver, my nipples stiffening at the idea. I’m not sure why I’m reacting so strongly to the idea. I’ve never once considered using a car seat, but the way the Daddies are tugging those restraints around squirming Little girls and boys is making my nipples stiffen.
I’m not at all sure about this entire plan, but I do know I love restraints of all kinds. The thought of spreading my thighs and having a strap tugged between my legs… Yeah, I’m wet.
Daddy chuckles. He can read me well. “See? You’re getting into it already. You’re going to love it here.” He checks his GPS on his phone and pulls away from the row of golf carts.
“What about our luggage?” I ask.
“Someone will deliver it soon, baby girl.”
I look around as he drives us down several streets. He motions to the right at one point. “That’s the center of town. Main Street. We’ll go there later today or tomorrow and check in with management. There’s a pediatrician in town too. Dr. Morgan. We have an appointment with him tomorrow. He likes to meet all the Littles when they come to the island and get them in the system so if you ever need a doctor, you’ll already be set.”
I bite my lip and stiffen. I don’t want to go to the doctor. I’m not sick. I don’t say anything though.
We pull into a residential area next, and Daddy turns several times before slowing down and pointing to a white house on the right. “That’s where Anabel and her Daddy live. We’re only a few houses down the street. You’ll be able to see her a lot this summer.” He glances at me. “If you’re good,” he adds with a wink.
Three more houses down and on the left, he pulls into the narrow driveway and parks in front of a cute brick home. All the houses look more like cottages. I feel like I’m on the set of The Hobbit. The neighborhood is filled with extremely old majestic trees that hang over the streets on both sides, creating a canopy. The homes are surrounded by greenery—shrubs, flowers, vines, anything that grows.
Daddy hops down from the golf cart and rounds to my side to unbuckle me and lift me to the ground. I’m not sure why I let him do it. Normally I would get out of the car without his help, but he seems to want to be more controlling, and I’m kind of numb still.
“Let’s go inside.” He takes my hand and leads me to the front of the house. After lifting the mat to grab the key, he unlocks the front door and pushes it open.
I step inside in front of him and slowly wander into the space.
It’s so cozy and inviting. Seriously like a cottage from The Hobbit or something. Inside and out. The colors are all earth tones. The sofa and armchairs are plush and deep. The floor is hardwood with braided rugs. I pass through to the kitchen next. It too has a rustic look and feel. Everything is wooden and natural.
Daddy takes my hand again as he comes to my side. “It’s amazing. Even better than the pictures.”
I tip my head back and smile. “I love it.” I point out the back windows off the breakfast area. “Look. There’s a swing set.” I take a step forward, wanting to explore the backyard, but Daddy doesn’t release my hand. “We’ll go out back in a bit.” He turns me to face him and tips my head back. “There are rules here, baby girl. You won’t have permission to go outside without me. Understood?”
“Even out back?”
He shakes his head. “Only if Daddy is with you.”
“Yes, Sir.” My shoulders drop. I’m concerned this entire day is going to be filled with new rules I’m not used to having imposed on me. I’m even more concerned my panties are wet already. I like when Daddy is strict. I like when he doesn’t let me get away with things. That part of this adventure is going to make me horny.