Page 14 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
I wiggled nervously, my blush running hotter. “He… He, um, he calls me precious.”
Her hand flew to cover her heart as she gasped dramatically. “Ugh, y'all sound absolutely adorable. I hope I get to meet him soon.”
My cheeks ached from how big my smile was. I was relieved I texted her. No one made me feel better like Tessa did… Well, except Daddy. “I hope so, too.”
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Before meeting Daddy, my days had felt monotonous. I was just barely making it from one day to the next. But as I left work, excitement coursed through me like never before, and I couldn't wait to get home and see him.
My whole body felt warm and floaty as I unlocked the door using the key Michael had given me. My heart almost exploded when I heard his deep voice coming from the hallway. “Welcome home, precious. I'm in the playroom.”
I started running toward the hall to the playroom but stopped when Daddy's deep voice echoed through the house. “No running in the house, baby doll.” A shiver of excitement and need ran down my spine, and I carefully walked to the playroom. Daddy was standing in front of the princess's vanity, arranging various kinds of cosmetics.
“Hi, Daddy.”
He turned to me, his eyes warm and welcoming. “Hi, baby doll, I missed you.” Before I could even answer, he was in front of me with his hand tangled in my hair, his mouth taking mine in a searing kiss. My body melted into his, loving the way his short beard felt against my skin. All too quickly, he pulled away and groaned as if it pained him to do so. “I’ll never get tired of kissing you. Did you have a good day at work today, baby doll?”
I nuzzled my cheek into his palm, his scent surrounded me, making me feel safe and small. “It was good.” I took a deep breath, breathing in more of his warm scent, which I was quickly becoming addicted to. “I missed you, Daddy.”
His smile was warm and soft, making my heart flutter. “I missed you, too, precious. I just got back from shopping. Cosmetics only last so long, and since I didn’t have a boy, I only had a few products I used on myself to practice. So I went to the store and bought some things so I can do your hair and makeup. If you’re okay with that?”
My eyes stung with unshed tears. Daddy wanted to do my makeup. I knew he was okay with me wearing makeup, but the fact that he not only loved it but bought me products so he could dress me up and make me pretty had my heart soaring. “I would love that. Thank you, Daddy… Wait, did you say you do your own makeup to practice?”
He chuckled at my shock. “Yes, I did. I don't like wearing it, and it makes my skin itch, but I tried practicing on one of those plastic faces meant for makeup artists, and it did not go well. Being itchy and uncomfortable is a small price to pay so I can take care of my boy and help him get all dolled up.” He winked at me when he said “dolled up,” making me giggle.
If I weren't already in love with him, this would've sealed the deal. He put his own comfort aside so he could learn a skill that would help him take care of his boy… of me. “That’s so sweet. You’re an amazing Daddy.”
Daddy's eyes looked shiny as he gazed back at me. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his voice was rough and emotional. “Thank you, precious. That means the world to me.” He gently brushed my falling locks off my face and placed a tender kiss on my forehead. “Do you want to be Daddy's little doll tonight, and we can try the new products I bought?”
“I’d love that! Thank you for the makeup, Daddy.”
“Of course, baby doll, anything for you.”
Daddy picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I loved it when he picked me up and carried me around. It made me feel cared for and, well… little.
He placed me on my feet in front of the dresser and removed all my clothes. Daddy brushed my hair out of my face and planted kisses all over my cheeks and nose, making me giggle and squirm. “You are just the cutest.” He booped my nose, making me giggle harder.
Daddy scooped me up and laid me on the changing table. He placed a diaper underneath me, and the soft cotton against my skin had that amazing floaty feeling returning. I felt so small, Iwanted to be in Daddy's lap, drinking his warm milk. I didn't even realize I was whining until Daddy was teasing my lips with a pacifier. “Shh, baby doll, you’re okay. As soon as we're done, I’ll make sure you get plenty of milkies and cuddles.” I parted my lips, accepting the rubber nipple. It was bigger and not as soft as Daddy's, and it felt strange in my mouth. I took a few tentative sucks, allowing the fake nipple to soothe my nerves. “I know it's not Daddy, but this should help soothe you until you can nurse.”
I suckled on my paci as Daddy dressed me. Everything felt warm and fuzzy as I felt soft cotton envelop me in shades of pink and white. Daddy picked me up and sat me on his hip before carrying me to the vanity. The wooden vanity was pink and had a large mirror lined with lights that made it sparkle. Daddy carefully placed me in the chair and stood behind me. I studied us in the mirror, loving how we looked together. Seeing Daddy behind me made me chuckle. Usually, it was me standing behind him, but now he was going to be the one doing my hair.
“What's so funny, baby doll?” I giggled as I pointed to myself, then to him, and back to me again with a little switching motion. Daddy's eyes sparkled in realization. “Is it nice to finally be the one sitting in the chair and getting pampered?” I nodded my head furiously, feeling so happy that Daddy understood how I was feeling. I loved how easily he could read me. He really was the best Daddy.
I watched in utter amazement and shock as Daddy grabbed a spray bottle and lightly spritzed my curls before taking a wide-tooth comb and parting my hair down the middle. Not a lot of people knew how to take care of curly hair, but Daddy had obviously done his research.
Daddy took the right half of the top section and started a French braid. Before I knew it, each half was woven into tight braidsthat wrapped into cute buns placed on either side of the crown of my head. He left out the bottom half of my curls and used more water to comb through my locks so my hair wasn't all frizzy.
He grabbed some makeup wipes and removed the makeup I wore to work. I closed my eyes, letting his care seep through me, and I practically melted into the chair. The soft bristles caressed my face as Daddy gently brushed my face and eyes with various powders. He carefully applied my mascara and lip gloss, instructing me to blink and purse my lips.
“All done, baby doll, you look absolutely gorgeous. Take a look at my pretty little doll.”
I looked in the mirror and instantly had to look up and blink to keep my tears at bay. I didn't want to ruin Daddy's work with my tears. Once I was sure they wouldn't fall, I looked back into the mirror and took in my appearance. Daddy had dressed me in an oversized pink sweater that went down to my mid-thigh and covered my diaper and white knee-high socks. He had covered my eyelids in a silver shimmer eyeshadow. My cheeks were a gorgeous rosy pink that looked stunning against my fair skin, but what really pulled it all together was the shimmering silver highlighter that dusted my nose and cheeks. It made me look like I was soft and glowing, and I felt beautiful.
I wore similar style clothing and did my makeup every day, but it was nothing compared to what Daddy had done. Daddy had taken lots of time to research and learn how to do my hair and makeup, not because I couldn't, but because he wanted to. Every time I looked in the mirror, I’d be reminded that Daddy made me look pretty. It was perfect, just like him.
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MICHAEL
