peach stripes and the boots were basically the sexiest things she’d ever owned.
But now she was exhausted. And the thought of unpacking everything made her want to cry.
She stood in the kitchen looking around at all the bags of stuff that Ink insisted on bringing up by himself and felt overwhelmed.
“Hey, button, what’s wrong?” With an alarmed look on his face, Ink hurried over to her, drawing her into his chest. She pressed her face against his chest.
“N-nothing.”
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa. Sitting, he settled her on his lap. He ran his hand up and down her back.
“It’s got to be something,” he said.
“I…I…it’s just a lot and I don’t know where to start and I…”
“Oh, button, you’re exhausted and overwhelmed, huh?”
She nodded.
“You’re well overdue for your nap. It was too much for one small button to do in a day.” He stood with her in his arms. “Let’s put you down. You can have a nice sleep and Daddy will sort this all out. Well, except the house shit. I’ll leave that to you.”
“No, I should help.” She wiggled in his arms. Even though she was tired she didn’t want to nap. “I don’t need a nap.”
“You do need a nap,” he said firmly. “Stop moving around. Now, who would you like to take a nap with?”
She blinked up at him. “You?”
He grinned, his eyes dancing. “Much as I like the idea of that, button, I don’t think either of us would get any sleep. I meant which of your new toys would you like to sleep with?”
A blush filled her cheeks. “I want to sleep with Floppy.” That’s what she’d finally named her elephant.
“Ahh, he’s upstairs, isn’t he?”
She nodded as he started up the stairs. “I’ll get the teepee all set up for you so when you wake up you can have some quiet play time.”
He walked through his bedroom and into the bathroom.
“I thought we were going on a ride.” She really wanted to break in her new motorcycle gear.
“Tomorrow.”
“Nooo,” she grizzled. Hmm, now she sounded like a cranky toddler.
Ink must have thought so too as he set her on her feet with a sharp slap to her ass. Then without warning, he drew down her yoga pants and panties.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“You need to go.” He pointed at the toilet.
“I don’t.” How did he know she needed the bathroom?
“You were shifting around in the truck the whole drive home. I told you to go at the mall, didn’t I?”
He had, but for some reason she’d felt rebellious over the order.
“Sit. Go.” He gave her a firm look that told her he wasn’t joking around.
To her shock, once she sat on the toilet, he crouched in front of her and pulled her pants and panties off her feet.
“What are you doing?” She had to work hard to hold it in. She wasn’t peeing in front of him!
“You don’t need these to nap in and when you wake up, we’ll put some of your new panties and pants on.”
She wasn’t so sure she wanted to nap with a bare bottom but didn’t argue.
“Daddy, I needs to go.”
“I know. That’s why you’re on the toilet,” he replied reasonably.
“But you cants be in here!”
He sighed and shook his head. “Button, I’ve had my finger in your bottom. I intend to have my dick in there. I’ve washed every inch of you. Do you really think you can’t pee in front of me?”
Well, it did sound silly when he put it like that. And she couldn’t hold on much longer. Still, it was embarrassing as heck. But after she peed, he thankfully let her clean herself up, disappearing into the bedroom. She moved into the bedroom, to find the blankets pulled down and Floppy and her blanket on the bed. She climbed into bed, leaning back against the headboard. He’d drawn the curtains across and it was fairly dark in here.
Where had he gone?
Then he walked in, carrying the sippy cup he’d insisted on buying as well as the children’s book of fairytales. He’d also bought her a special plate with an elephant on it, and a bib even though she’d insisted she was old enough to eat without it.
He handed her the sippy cup filled with water. “Drink up, you haven’t drunk enough today.”
She brought the sippy cup to her lips. It was weird drinking from it, but she didn’t dislike it. After she’d finished, he took it from her