Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I arch my chest and tip my head back, letting the pacifier drop out of my mouth, partly because I can’t focus on both the paci and his attention, but also because doing so shifts me just enough into my adult headspace to fully enjoy his attention.
Suddenly Daddy stops teasing. He thrusts a finger into me while he captures my clit with his teeth and flicks it over and over until I’m a ball of lust. I explode against his mouth, screaming out his name as I ride the waves of pleasure. Praying this is all real and I get to keep him.
I’m still gasping for oxygen when Daddy lifts his face. He smiles at me while he wipes his lips on the sheets, then he pops my paci back into my mouth and leans toward the nightstand. When he rises back above me, he’s holding a diaper.
My breath hitches, and I bite down on the pacifier. I stare at him while he opens the diaper. I’ve never been so nervous. I tried everything else, but this is huge. Even wearing it is huge. Using it is out of this stratosphere. Can I do it?
Can I not?
Daddy watches my face as he lifts my ankles with one hand to lift my butt off the bed. I let him. I let him tuck the diaper under me. I let him spread my knees wide. I let him rub diaper cream on my folds. I let him close the diaper around me.
And I feel nothing but warm and secure. Something in me snaps. It’s a giant relief. It’s like my entire body relaxes as I settle into my Little.
Daddy scoots me to the middle of the bed, climbs in with me, and pulls me into his arms. He kisses the top of my head. “You are so precious, Sophia. So precious…”
I close my eyes and fall quickly asleep.
At some point in the middle of the night, I feel restless and start squirming. It occurs to me that I never went potty before we went to bed. I whimper behind the pacifier, hating that I need to wake up enough to go use the bathroom.
Daddy holds me closer, his arms tightening around me. His lips come to my ear. “Relax, Baby girl. I’ve got you in every way.”
I reach up to pull my paci out of my mouth so I can tell him I need to go potty, but he gently circles my wrist, lowers my arm, and uses his other hand to hold my pacifier in my mouth.
“You’re safe. You’re with Daddy. No one is judging you here. Let your body relax. Use your diaper, Baby girl. I promise you’ll like it. Don’t think about anything except how good it feels to submit to Daddy and obey me. Relax your bladder, Sophia.”
He wants me to use the diaper. I struggle for a few more seconds, wiggling in his arms, nervous about taking this step. It’s huge. It’s not the same as taking a bottle or sucking a pacifier. It’s a giant step.
Daddy presses against my bladder, whispering encouraging words in my ear. “Wet yourself for Daddy, Baby girl. Let it go. After you do it once, it will get easier. You’ll wonder why you ever slept at night without a diaper on.”
I inhale and exhale deeply through my nose, still fighting a losing battle in my head. Finally I give up the battle and let my body go limp. As soon as I relax my bladder, I can’t stop myself from peeing what seems like a gallon.
Daddy cups the front of my diaper while I pee. It’s so intimate. It should be humiliating, but instead it’s just him showing me that he’s in charge, and he cares.
When I’m done, a great relief rushes through me. It’s not the first time in the past day, and it won’t be the last I suspect.
I’m not ready to face the changing me part of this deal, though, so when Daddy stands next to the bed and drags me to the edge, I cover my eyes with my forearm.
He quickly removes the soaked diaper, wipes my skin clean, and slides another one under me. In no time at all, we’re tucked back under the covers, and I fall back asleep. I’m even more content than earlier. I’m also happier.
Chapter Eleven
Even though I’ve left clothes at Daddy’s house, I don’t see him the next night because I have to work the later shift, and though he offered to pick me up and bring me home with him, I think I need a night alone to absorb everything that’s happened in the last few days.
I think it makes him nervous because he texts me as soon as I get off work and again when I get home. He isn’t pushy, just checking in. I could call him, but I suspect we would end up on the phone for an hour, and I really want to be alone for a while.