Witch’s Brew (Little Cakes #7) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Paige Michaels
Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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“Um. Could you give me some privacy?” she asked.

“Nope.” He approached and wadded a bunch of toilet paper from the roll next to her. “Stand up when you’re finished.”

“I can do it,” she assured him.

“Daddy’s in charge. Taking care of you makes me happy. I’ll have to find a house with a room for a nursery,” he said as he helped her up and quickly wiped the moisture from her skin.

Avery tried to be nonchalant, but she knew her face was turning red as heat gathered on her cheeks. She shouldn’t like him attending to her so intimately but she did. It made her slide into Little space.

“Do you have any tub toys?” Trace asked.

She shook her head.

“A stuffie?”

Avery whispered, “No. My mom gave mine away to a charity when I was a teenager. I wanted another one but…”

“Then we need to get my Little girl some supplies.”

“For the nursery? At your house?” she asked.

“I think you’ll need a stuffie here with you while you stay in your home.” Trace turned off the water and helped her step into the perfectly warmed water.

She settled into the tub with a happy sigh as the warmth soothed her soreness. Lying back against the side, she asked, “Where else would I be?”

“At Daddy’s house with him.”

“Oh!” He wasn’t ready for her to move in with him, was he? She wanted to ask but was too afraid to hear his answer. Avery didn’t know whether a yes or no would seem stranger.

Trace settled next to the tub and dipped a washcloth into the water before rubbing it on the fragrant bar of soap. He smoothed the suds over her skin as he asked her questions about the town. When he finished cleaning her everywhere, she felt amazing.

“Ready to get out?” Trace asked.

“Can I sit in here for a bit?”

“Of course. I’ll get you out in a few minutes so you don’t turn all wrinkly.”

Trace stood and approached the toilet, raising the ring section. He isn’t going to… He is!

Unable to stop peeping, she watched his fingers wrap around his cock to aim his stream into the bowl. He flushed the toilet and grabbed her washcloth to clean up at the sink, removing the traces of their lovemaking from his skin. Opening her medicine cabinet, Trace helped himself to her deodorant before leaving the room.

She giggled at the thought of him smelling like a field of flowers.

When he returned, Trace was dressed. He lifted her from the tub with a soft towel and dried her skin gently. “Ready to get dressed?” he asked, leading her back to the bedroom.

“I can do it,” she assured him.

“Not when Daddy’s here.”

With her panties smoothed perfectly in place and her breasts tucked into a fresh bra, Trace helped her step into a pair of jeans before pulling a T-shirt over her head. He pulled her in for a sweet kiss before taking her hand.

“What do you say to animal pancakes?”

“I don’t have any mix here,” she confessed sadly. He was so good at everything. What kind of creatures would he create?

“Do you have flour, eggs, milk?”

“I have all those,” she nodded.

“Then I can make pancakes,” Trace assured her. “What’s your favorite animal?”

Thinking quickly, she tried to imagine the toughest animal to fashion from batter. “Spiders!”

“You are so brave. Most Littles don’t like spiders. Come on. Let’s make some eight-legged insects for breakfast.”

“That doesn’t sound very yummy,” she answered, reconsidering her choice.

“Maybe a spider and a couple giraffes?” he suggested.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

Chapter Ten

Standing in a large toy store, Avery scanned the area, looking for people she knew. Thankfully, Trace had driven her to a town about twenty miles away after their lunch out. Does he know I’d be uncomfortable looking for a stuffie in town?

Avery glanced his way and found him looking at her. He does. Her Daddy knew everything. “How do you know me so well?” she asked.

“You’re my Little girl,” he answered simply before taking her hand to lead her to the stuffed toy aisle. “Look around and see who needs to go home with us.”

Avery wandered down the aisle, randomly touching stuffies to see which one was the softest. She stopped in front of a black cat with big blue eyes. They looked like her Daddy’s eyes. After stroking the soft fur, she couldn’t resist picking up the adorable creature and giving it a test hug. Perfect.

“Is that the one?” he asked.

“Yes. I love her.”

“Do you know her name?

“Weenie.”

“I think she’s absolutely perfect. Do you want to hold her, or should we get a cart?” Trace asked.

“No cart,” Avery answered, shaking her head.

“Okay. On to tub toys and a blankie.”

“A blankie?” Avery asked, tilting her head to the side as she tried to figure out why she needed a new blanket.

“All Little girls need a blankie for naps and cuddles on the couch,” Trace answered as he guided her gently with a hand pressed against her lower back.


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