He brushed a kiss across her forehead. “That’s my good girl.”
Picking up the monitor, he left. She slipped her thumb into her mouth as she waited, rubbing snuggly back and forth under her nose. By the time he returned, she was half-asleep. He sat next to her, and grabbed another pillow to put under her head so she was slightly raised. The nipple of an oversized baby bottle was pressed to her lips.
She knew he’d bought one, but she hadn’t thought about using it yet. But as she opened her mouth and let him feed her, she found herself quite liking it. The water was nice and cool, but the nipple was soft and didn’t have that horrid plastic taste.
When she’d had enough, she turned her face away, her eyes closed. She was nearly fully asleep when another nipple was pressed to her mouth. This one she didn’t like. She spat it out, replacing it with her thumb.
Ahh. Much better.
“Well, I guess that’s the answer to that question,” a deep voice said quietly.
Yep. Pacifiers. Yucky.
28
Marisol lay back on the bed naked. Linc was choosing some clothes for her then they were going into the play room. She’d woken up around fifteen minutes ago, groggy and a bit disorientated. Linc hadn’t taken long to come into the room. He’d given her some more water with the baby bottle and then when she was more awake, he’d helped her out of bed and pulled off the T-shirt she’d worn for her nap then had her lie back.
It was a good thing he kept his house so warm, considering how often she was naked or half-dressed. She watched as he pulled out a T-shirt with a rainbow on the front.
“Sit up, teeny.”
She sat and he put the T-shirt on then added a yellow cardigan. Cute. Next, he drew out a yellow t
utu skirt and some striped yellow and green socks. She clapped her hands as he moved to another drawer.
“Did you unpack it all while I slept, Daddy?”
“I did. You were sleeping very soundly. A good spanking will do that.”
“Daddy!”
He pulled out some ruffly panties. He slid them over her feet then up her legs.
“Hips up,” he commanded.
She put her feet flat on the bed to raise her hips up as he settled the panties, which were more like a diaper cover or shorts. Finally he drew her tutu skirt up her legs and she raised her hips again so he could situate the waistband around her hips. Then he picked up a sock.
“Those are so cute, Daddy,” she said with excitement as he put one sock on. It reached right up to mid-thigh. The band around the top was tight enough to keep them up.
“Might have to order you some garter belts and stockings for when you’re my big girl. Because that would be sexy as fu…fudge.” He caught himself.
“Daddy, were you going to say fuck?”
Quickly he rolled her over and gave her five swats on her backside. They wouldn’t have hurt so much if her bottom wasn’t already tender. As it was, she barely had time to yelp before she was turned over again.
“Daddy! Why’d you spank me?”
“For swearing.”
“I was just repeating what you said,” she grumbled as he helped her sit then stand.
“No, Daddy did not say that naughty word.”
“Well, fudge,” she muttered. “I want it noted that I think that was unfair since you were gonna say that word.”
“And I’ll note that I didn’t say that word and that even if I did accidentally say it, that does not give you permission to use it.” He gave her a firm look.
She huffed out a breath, but then forgot all about her irritation as he took her hand and led her to the long mirror that was hanging on the back of the closet door.