Another hesitation, though much shorter than when she was debating accepting the bottle, and then a slow nod as she continues to drink. Smiling down at her, I press harder on her clit, slowly rolling it beneath my fingertips. “I can’t wait to see what a pretty mess you make when you shatter for me, Camilla. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this exact moment.”
As I work her toward that peak, she whimpers and whines around the tip of the bottle, her eyes going glassy and her hips rocking against my hand.
“Such a filthy little baby you are.” Shaking my head, I chuckle softly and stroke that bundle of nerves even more deliberately. “My naughty, dirty Little girl, so desperate to come in her diaper. Come for Daddy, little one.”
It’s almost as if she was waiting for my command. As soon as the words leave my mouth, she arches up with a cry, bucking and writhing on my lap as the orgasm crashes over her.
Slowing my movements, I gently stroke her gushing pussy, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from the moment until shecollapses again in my arms, gasping and panting around the bottle.
“That was beautiful, little one.” Pulling my hand from her diaper, I grip the bottle and lean down, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Daddy’s so proud of you, Camilla.”
Planting my foot on the floor, I push off and the glider begins to rock. And as my Little girl drifts off to sleep in my arms, I find myself humming an old familiar tune.
Perfection. That’s what she is. My perfect Little girl, finally where she belongs.
Chapter Eleven
Millie
Drained from a morning spent fighting Donovan’s every move, followed by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, I let my eyes drift closed as he cradles me in his arms. It’s a perfect moment, drinking from a bottle while my so-called Daddy rocks me to sleep, and for a few blissful seconds I can’t even remember why I was fighting him in the first place.
And then a sound I never expected to hear reaches my ears. Is he… Is hehumming?
He is, and it takes me a moment to place the tune. When I finally do, my eyes fly open to stare at him and I push the bottle from my mouth.
“Is that… You Are My Sunshine?”
“Hmm?” Looking down at me, he smiles, and the expression is so sweetly indulgent I can only stare back at him. “What was that, little one?”
“The song you’re humming.You Are My Sunshine.”
His smile deepens as I sing, emotion making it difficult to keep the tune. “What a beautiful voice you have. Why didn’t you ever sing at the office?”
“Because the one time I did, you told me I was distracting you and I needed to be quiet. So I didn’t sing anymore after that.”
The corners of his lips dip down into a frown, and to my surprise he looks almost… remorseful. “I’m sorry, little one. You were always a distraction, just by being you, and I’m afraid I let it get to me more often than not. Forgive me for being an insufferable bore?”
“Maybe.” Ignoring the way his silvery brow lifts, and the resulting flutter in my tummy, I continue. “If you tell me why you were humming that song.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
It’s my turn to raise a brow. “If it was obvious, I wouldn't have asked.”
“Sassy little brat,” he mutters, but his lips twitch, giving away his amusement. “I was humming it because it makes me think of you.”
Nope. Definitelynotthe obvious answer.
For a long moment, all I can do is stare up at him. “What do you mean it makes you think of me?”
“Youaremy sunshine, Camilla. When I came to this island, I was convinced I’d never find a Little girl of my own. And I’d made my peace with that. But then you waltzed into my office, shining so bright it almost hurt to look at you. I knew then and there you were meant to be mine.”
Slowly, very slowly, the truth of what he’s saying forms in my mind. “Except you don’t date nurses.”
“Exactly.”
“So why did you hire me, then? Why not justtellme that you wanted me to be your Little girl?”
The look he gives me is full of exasperated disbelief. “Would you have stayed?”
