Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
The current ones were kind of mixed.
Especially when he let out a wicked chuckle.
“I’m enjoying the signals I’m sending, but thank you for letting me know they’re working.” Humming softly, he shifted to nuzzling against me and his hold on me tightened. “Which parts of you like being held down?”
Very grown-up ones.
Hmm.
Two could play this game.
I’d done enough research and this was Bastian…he might’ve hidden the Daddy stuff but he’d been very outspoken about what he liked once we’d gotten that part out of the way.
Turning my head, I hid against his neck and softened my tone just a bit. “Happy parts, Daddy.”
Oh.
I was good.
He groaned and his legs tightened as he rubbed his cock against my side. “Naughty boy.”
Yep.
But I shook my head and whined quietly as I wiggled to remind us both how tightly he was holding me. “I’m your good boy but I need your help, Daddy.”
Ha.
He groaned again.
Squirming just enough to rub my hip against his erection, I whined again and pouted. “My happy place likes snuggles, Daddy.”
This was fun even when I wasn’t technically little…why hadn’t any of the littles mentioned it?
Oh.
Bastian changed the game, pushing up on one elbow and pinning my hands above my head before I could blink. “Let’s see how much my naughty boy likes being helpless.”
He woke up very awake.
I was going to have to remember that.
Later.
At the moment he’d moved his leg higher so it was braced right over the diaper. I couldn’t help squirming and bucking my hips up to rub against him, and his grin said he knew he’d won. “Oh, naughty boy. You do like being helpless.”
Oh yes.
And he seemed to like me wiggling and trying to grind myself against him.
He also might’ve liked the way half were from wanting to come and the other half were from having to pee.
“Please…I…” My body was very confused and it was his job to fix it. “Help, Daddy.”
Closing my eyes, I rocked my hips again and moaned as the crazy feeling got even stronger and I got to tug at his hands. “I need…my tummy…”
“That’s my good boy. Yes, Daddy makes the decisions.” Keeping me pinned down, he shifted his leg lower again so it was across my thighs, but before I could whine, his hand moved lower and it squeezed over the diaper. “Show me what a good boy I have. You’re going to let me take good care of you. My helpless boy.”
Helpless.
Yes.
Daddy made the decisions.
Bastian liked being in control.
He liked taking care of me.
But just because my brain knew that didn’t mean every part of me quickly followed the orders my brain was sending out. My bladder was in more of a what the fuck dude kind of mode because we didn’t pee lying down, and he needed to be pushed into following the plan.
Luckily for me, Daddy knew whines and wiggles weren’t safewords and he just held me tight as he rubbed my diaper. “You’re trying to be such a good boy for Daddy. That’s right. I made the decision and I’m going to take care of my boy.”
Daddy’s boy.
Yes.
Daddy’s helpless boy.
Daddy’s needy boy.
Wow.
The rush of relief that filled me as my bladder finally got on the same page as the rest of me was crazy and left me almost lightheaded. It was floaty and some kind of helpless sensation that didn’t feel as bad as that word should’ve made it.
I was such a good boy.
And I’d made Daddy needy too because he made a low, pleased sound as he rubbed the warm front of the diaper and released my hands so he could nuzzle against the side of my head. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
“That was so—”
For fuck’s sake.
The doorbell?
Really?
“Who’s that?” Hoping he’d tell me he remembered an unexpected delivery we could just ignore or that he’d planned on surprising me with breakfast being delivered, I forced my eyes open.
He was frowning.
Not good.
“I don’t know.” He clearly didn’t like having to admit that. “We’re going to ignore it.”
Good plan.
“And we’re going to remember that the doorbell didn’t scare the piss out of me.” That wasn’t how we were going to frame my first time using the diaper.
Snorting, Bastian curled over me and buried his face in my hair. “Deal. Because I was a really good Dom in this scene and was going to make you come.”
“That’s what we’re going to remember here. Diaper time. Orgasm. And how romantic it was to cuddle with you.” Yes, that was a much better memory. “You were amazing.”
Shaking, he managed not to laugh out loud or snort again but he had to work at it before he could get words out. “You were sexy as hell and had the biggest orgasm. I’m going to remember being the best Dom ever.”
“And we’re going to remember how much I like being held down.” I’d never had anyone do that in bed and just the feeling of being helpless without actually being completely stuck was fabulous. “Definitely a do-again.”