Page 21 of Lacey's Daddy
I lower the partially burned book so he can see. My hands are shaking as I carefully flip through the pages. I whisper, “I snuck out and took this one from the bottom of the trash can a few days after my father burned my books. It was the only one that wasn’t totally charred. I can’t read it, of course. Some of the words are missing from every page, but my mother gave it to me.”
I show him the title page. It’s signed by my mother.To Lacey, May all your fantasies come true. Mom
“Oh, Baby girl… I’m so glad you were able to salvage one. My heart hurts for you.” He sits behind me, spreads his legs, and wraps his arms around my chest. He hugs me so close I know nothing will happen to me.
After a few minutes, I finally put the book back and set the lid on the box.
“Do you remember what books you lost that night, Little one?”
“Yes.”
“Make me a list. I’ll get them for you.”
I twist in his arms and meet his gaze. He’s serious. He’s going to buy me books. That’s the nicest thing anyone has done for me in years. I wiggle free of his grasp, turn in his embrace, kneel between his legs, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He holds me tightly again. “There’s a library on the island. I bet you’ll love spending time there.”
I lean back, grinning. “I haven’t been to a library since I was ten.”
“We’ll go there as often as you’d like. One of the Littles works there. Her name is Lizzy. She loves books like you do. She’ll help you find anything you want.”
My smile broadens, and I crawl closer to him on my knees. “Will you kiss me, Daddy?”
“I kiss you all the time, Little one.” He tips his head to the side and kisses all over my neck before nibbling playfully on my ear.
I giggle and squirm to get free when it tickles. “Not like that, Daddy. On my lips.”
He brings his face back to mine. “Are you sure? Kissing on the mouth is kind of important.”
I frown. “It’s just kissing.” I can’t tell if he’s being silly.
“Have you ever kissed anyone?”
“Well, no. But I’ve seen it before.”
He chuckles. “When you and I kiss, it will make the room spin until you feel dizzy.”
“Really?”
He clasps my neck and face in his huge hands. “And then you’ll start squirming.”
I giggle again. “Why?”
“Because you’ll want me to touch other parts of you.”
I reach up and touch his lips and whisper, “I already want you to touch other parts of me.”
He closes the short gap between our mouths and sets his lips on mine. He’s tender and hesitant at first, nibbling on my lips. Eventually, he licks the seam between my lips, and I part for him to let his tongue slide into my mouth.
It feels so intimate. I rock toward him, wanting to be plastered to him.
His hands slide around to my back. It feels so good when he’s touching so much of me. His large palms seem to cover from my neck to my diaper.
When he deepens the kiss and sucks gently on my tongue, I moan into his mouth. I sway a bit. He’s right. The room is spinning, and my nipples are hard.
Daddy’s hands ease around to my sides, his thumbs grazing the swell of my breasts.
I arch my chest toward him. His touch feels so good. I never want him to stop. I grip his shoulder with my good hand, my fingers digging into his hard muscles.
