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She felt her eyes go wide.
Clean her privates? What did that mean exactly?
He’d said he wasn’t giving her a bath until after her nap, so she wasn’t quite certain what he intended to do about the wetness between her thighs. But no matter how hard she tried to keep her thoughts clean, she couldn’t stop thinking about Daddy’s tongue on her clit. Or his erect shaft pressing into her mouth. Or how dreamy he’d looked in a Speedo. She went hot all over and squirmed in place.
She pressed her thighs together as Daddy crossed the room to rifle through a drawer. Finally, he pulled a big long-sleeved shirt out and turned to face her. “This should serve as a nightgown for you until I visit the gift shop and get you proper jammies.” He hurried back to her, set the shirt on the bed, and started lifting her skirt up. “Raise your arms, sweetheart.”
Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she obeyed Daddy. Once she raised her arms, he carefully pulled the dress over her head and set it aside. Anxieties raced through her and she found herself shielding her tiny breasts, worried that Daddy might not like the way her body looked. She was tall and skinny and barely had hips, and she also didn’t have much in the chest department. In high school, boys used to tease her and call her Flatty Patty, even though her name wasn’t even close to sounding like Patty. After all these years, the insults still stung.
“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Daddy gave her a concerned look, but he didn’t scold her for covering up her boobs.
Feeling shy, she lowered her head and fumbled for a response. “Um, well, I… I have teeny tiny breasts and I’m scared you won’t like them.”
His eyes filled with warmth and understanding, and for some reason, the kindness in his gaze made her want to cry. She managed to swallow back the emotion, though it wasn’t easy. She’d never realized how starved she was for simple kindness until she met Stephen.Daddy.
“I think you’re beautiful the way you are, sweetheart. Your body makes Daddy very excited. I think you’re breathtaking, Kaylee. Forgive me for the bad language, but whoever made you feel like you weren’t enough is the stupidest fucking person alive.”
She didn’t bother telling him it wasn’t just one person but many. Not just the assholes in high school but boyfriends who would make offhand comments. More than once, Chad had asked her if she would ever consider getting surgery. She didn’t disparage any woman who went that route, but she always had a terrible reaction to anesthesia and never wanted to get surgery unless it was a life-or-death situation.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she eventually said. “You’re sweet.” Summoning her bravery, she took a deep breath and removed her hands from her breasts, allowing him to see all of her. Fully naked, she stood still as his gaze traveled up and down her body. His eyes lit with appreciation, and he made another one of those low, sexy lion-growls. Her heart fluttered.
“So beautiful.” He reached for the shirt. “I hate to cover up that gorgeous body of yours, sweetheart, but I want you to be warm and cozy during your nap.” His words rang with truth, and her throat abruptly burned. It would seem she’d normalized a lot of behaviors and comments from men over the years that really weren’t okay. Being around a caring Daddy like Stephen was a balm to her soul, and she liked how safe and joyous and hopeful she felt in his presence.
He urged her to raise her arms again so he could put the shirt on her. She’d never been dressed by a man before and she liked how gentle he was. He took his time and made sure he didn’t accidentally pull her hair. Once she was dressed, he guided her to lie down atop the covers, which confused her since he’d just mentioned wanting her to be warm and cozy.
“Daddy has to clean your privates before naptime, remember?”
Her face heated and butterflies flitted in her tummy. In her worry about her appearance, she’d completely forgotten about his earlier promise to clean her. She peered up at him as a sense of vulnerability swept through her, but as she searched her heart, she realized she truly trusted him to take care of her. Even if what he planned to do was a little embarrassing.
After guiding her to lie with her knees bent slightly, the shirt pulled back to settle at her stomach, he kissed her forehead and said, “Be right back, baby.”
She wasn’t sure whether she likedbabyorsweetheartorlittle girlthe best out of all the endearments he called her. All of them made her feel warm inside and so very, very special. She watched as he hurried into the bathroom and came out holding a hand towel. On his way back to her, he also pulled a small blue box from a drawer. Correction. It was a container of baby wipes. She flushed from head to toe.
The bed dipped slightly as he sat beside her, that warm affectionate look still gleaming in his eyes. His gaze landed on her nether area, and he grasped her ankles and lifted them back, forcing her to lie in the diaper position. With his free hand, he flipped the lid on the blue container open and grabbed a wipe.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but this is going to be cold. I promise I’ll get a warmer soon so next time it’ll feel more comfortable for you.”
“It’s okay, Daddy.” She doubted the brief cold sensation on her kitty would be more difficult to withstand than the spanking he’d given her. Besides, it might help settle her rampant arousal.
With slow, thorough caresses, he glided the cool wet wipe over her slick, aching pussy. He made sure to get every little crevice and fold. “Daddy likes taking care of you, baby.” He set the used wipe aside and inspected her center. “Hm. I think I need to use another wipe on you. You got very, very wet when Daddy was spanking you and stroking your kitty.”
She trembled with renewed desire as he proceeded to rub a second wipe over her privates, cleaning away the wetness of her arousal. He finished up by using the hand towel to dry her, gently patting it over her privates while still holding her in the diaper position. He set the used wipes and hand towel, as well as the container, on the bedside table and returned his focus to her, gazing down at her with a warmth that filled up the cold, lonely places in her heart.
“That’s much better. You’re all clean now.” He released her legs and allowed her feet to finally touch the bedspread again. He pulled the oversize shirt she was wearing down over her body, and he even retrieved a pair of socks from a drawer and put them on her feet.
“Thanks, Daddy. My feet always get cold.”
“Anything for my sweet Little girl.” He stroked one of her pigtails and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Then he lifted her slightly and pulled the covers back to tuck her into bed. “Would you like Daddy to read you a story? Or are you so tired you just want to go straight to sleep?”
“A story sounds nice, Daddy, thank you.”
He smiled. “Let me go grab a book. I’ll be right back.”
Chapter 12
Stephen sat in a chair near the bed, watching Kaylee sleep. A sense of peace surrounded him. It had been a long time since he’d taken care of a Little. Six years, to be precise. He was touched Kaylee had decided to try being Little with him, and he hoped she was enjoying the experience thus far.
I want to keep her.
