Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
When he settles me in the corner, I pull the T-shirt down to fully cover my diaper, relieved further when Daddy tucks a throw blanket around me.
I huddle under it, shivering from nerves while he leaves the room. Maybe he will just talk to Tate at the door and not bring him into the living room. But no such luck. A few moments later, I hear voices, and they grow louder as the men approach.
As soon as Tate steps into view, I realize I know him. Or at least I’ve seen him before at the Dungeon. There’s no need for me to be embarrassed, but I am anyway.
Tate is a tall man like Theo. His hair is a shade lighter brown. His eyes are green. He has that same kind smile, though, and he flashes it at me now. “Ah, Theo. You didn’t tell me the Little girl you ran into and knocked on her bottom this morning is Layla.”
“Do you two know each other?” Daddy asks.
Tate nods. “Only from the club.” He addresses me next. “You’re usually there with Sophia.”
I nod, dumbstruck by the number of coincidences that have slammed into me today. “Theo didn’t knock me down,” I say softly. Why does he keep taking the blame for my clumsiness? “I ran into him.”
Tate chuckles. “Well, he is a brick wall. I’d avoid doing that again in the future if I were you.” Tate is carrying a large box, and he lowers it to the floor.
Theo is also carrying a similarly giant box. He sets his on top. I’m not sure I want to know what all is in those.
Theo turns to his friend. “Thank you so much for lending us some things. I placed several orders, but this will get us by until everything arrives.”
Tate grins, looking at me. “Your Daddy was wholly unprepared to slam into a Little this morning, but I’m glad you two met. Now that I think about it, you’re perfect for each other.”
My face heats again. I can’t even begin to respond. Is it possible he’s right?
Tate claps his hands together. “Well, I need to get going. I’ll see you both later. Maybe at the Dungeon? Or maybe, you could talk your friend Sophia into going out with me, and we could go on a double date one night.”
Tate is interested in Sophia? I don’t think Sophia knows that. I would never speak for her, though. “Uhhh…”
“Just an idea. Think about it,” Tate says before waving and heading back to the front of the house with Daddy.
Daddy. I have a Daddy?
And Tate wants to double date with Sophia? I wonder where my phone is. I really need to talk to Sophia, but I’m not in the right headspace to do so yet. I don’t have any idea what’s going on with my own life. I couldn’t possibly tell someone else.
As Daddy returns to the living room, I remember where my phone is. “Can you get my cell for me? I think it’s in the bag with my wet clothes. It was in my skirt pocket.”
“Already found it, Little one. It’s plugged into a charger in the kitchen. An envelope with your paycheck was in there, too. I set it on the counter. It’s a bit soggy. It will dry. I put your skirt in the wash. Your blouse was torn at the elbows, though. I didn’t think it was salvageable.”
That doesn’t surprise me. “Thank you.”
Daddy bends down to open one of the boxes. “No screen time today. Doctor’s orders. It’s not good after a concussion. You can use your phone tomorrow if you’re feeling better.” He rummages through the box.
I can’t see inside, but he suddenly finds whatever he was looking for and stands, holding up a pink T-shirt.
“This will fit you much better than my shirt, Baby girl.” He comes to me, pulls the blanket away from where I’ve been hiding, and lifts me by the hips to stand me on the floor.
Daddy sits on the couch where I was just huddled and grabs the hem of my shirt. “Arms up, Little one.”
I gasp as he whisks the shirt away, leaving me naked except for the diaper. I immediately cover my boobies.
Daddy pulls me between his legs, sets his forehead against mine, and says, “I’ve had my fingers in your bottom, and I’m completely familiar with your pretty pussy, too. Do you really need to hide your breasts from me, Layla?”
I swallow.
He slides his hands up to my face, cups my cheeks gently, and kisses me on the lips. It’s not a life-altering, panty-melting kiss. It’s a simple one that promises the rest another time and lays claim to me without words.
He nibbles a path to my ear and playfully nips my earlobe. “Can you lower your arms for me, Baby girl?”