She draws in on herself, her bent arms pulling tighter against her until she lifts her cheek off the pillow and stiffens. Even her little bottom tightens when she reaches the peak. And then she starts to shudder as her orgasm consumes her. Surprising noises come from her mouth as she moans louder through the waves of pleasure.
I keep rubbing her clit, easing off as the waves subside. When I finally remove my hand, she’s panting. I roll her to her back as if she’s a rag doll and then I pull her toward me and gather her onto my lap. She’s gasping for air as she curls up against my chest. I love that her bottom is bare and resting on my thighs. I wish I weren’t wearing jeans.
We sit like this for several minutes while I wait for her to come back to herself and finally I tip her head back and meet her gaze. “Good morning, sweetie.”
She smiles at me, blushing. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“It’s time to get up and get dressed. Daddy has to leave for a while this morning.”
She pouts adorably.
“I won’t be gone long. A few hours at the most. And…” I brush her hair away from her face, holding her gaze. I’m not sure how she’s going to react to this next part. “One of the guys I work with is coming over to babysit you while I’m gone.”
Her eyes widen.
I tap her nose. “Adult Britney needs a guard to keep her safe. Little Britney is too young to stay alone.”
She swallows. “But I don’t know him.” Her lip trembles.
“You will, sweetie. He’s a good guy and a friend. You’ll like him.” I ease Bunny out of her hands, set her on the bed, lift Britney off my lap, and set her on her feet. I spin her around and pat her bottom. “Go use the bathroom, sweetie, while I find some clothes for you.”
Her shoulders droop as she walks across the room slowly. She shuts the door with a soft snick, and I rise to choose a dress for her. When the bathroom door opens, she comes back into the room, her head down, reluctance and dread in her step.
I expected this, and now I’m thinking it might work in my favor. She has to trust me, and she has to obey me. There’s a good chance my palm is going to end up on her bottom before Spike arrives.
“Arms up,” I say when she reaches me. I pull her nightgown over her head and set it on the bed before squatting in front of her so she can step into her panties. I tug them over her bottom and reach for her dress.
She lifts her arms again, and as soon as I have the material in place, I know I’ve chosen well. The dress is a thin white cotton. Though it is a larger size than a toddler would wear, it is still cut for a child. The front is flat across her chest and the skirt hangs loosely from below her breasts to just past her bottom. There are small pink and purple roses scattered on the material. The sleeves are short and fitted against her biceps.
It’s very youthful, and I can see not only the pucker of her nipples but the pink shading of her areolas too.
When she looks down at her chest, she shivers, and my cock jumps to attention.
I stand from the edge of the bed. “Let’s fix your hair, sweetie.” I pad to the bathroom, and she follows me, but there is no pep in her step. She’s nervous. I’ll set her mind at ease soon, but for now, I decide to let her nerves settle.
I brush out her hair, reminding myself this is going to take time each day. I don’t want to tug on her scalp, so I have to work carefully from the bottom up. When it’s smooth, I part it down the middle and then grab one side and gather it high on her head above her ear.
She winces a few times as I secure the pigtail with a band. “Sorry, sweet girl. I’m trying to be careful.” I switch to the other side next, and soon she has two very cute pigtails. It’s the first time I’ve seen her without her hair down. I find two ribbons and tie them into bows on top of her head and then point her toward the mirror.