Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She jerked her eyes open to find him pulling out a diaper and spreading it open. “I don’t need one of those.”
He frowned as he lifted her legs and settled the absorbent material under her bottom. “I bet you will soon when that water works through you and after drinking with dinner.”
She clenched her bent knees and shook her head. “I can use the potty tonight.”
“Do you usually use the potty when you’re at home, sweetie?” He lifted a brow.
Her face heated, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
“I don’t think it would be in your best interest to lie to me, sweetie. I know we technically just openly acknowledged each other’s shared kink, but I’m not opposed to taking you over my lap and spanking your naughty bottom if needed.”
He waited as if letting her think about the repercussions of disobeying him.
She licked her lips.
He pointed at the box of diapers. “This box is half full. There’s a soaked diaper in your bathroom trash can. There’s a binky next to your pillow and another one on the nightstand. You have bottles and sippy cups in your kitchen. Would you like to insist you don’t wear diapers when you’re at home, Little one?” His voice was filled with challenge.
She couldn’t lie to him. She’d never been a good liar. Instead, she slowly shook her head and eased her knees apart. She was mortified, but it would be easier to let him diaper her than continue to argue. The more time she spent disagreeing with him, the longer she would be lying naked under his gaze.
Theo lifted the front of the diaper between her legs and secured it at her sides before gently encircling her wrists and pulling them to her sides. He stared down at her. “You’re a very pretty Little girl. No need to hide yourself.”
She panted, her chest rising and falling. “I’m not pretty. I’m chubby and short and plain.”
He frowned and shook his head. “You’re beautiful. Who told you that nonsense?”
She shrugged. “No one.”
“Then we need to work on your self-esteem.”
“Daddies want dainty Little girls with tiny waists and tanned skin and pretty eyes,” she argued.
He shook his head again. “Nope. Not this Daddy. And I don’t know any Daddy like that. We like healthy Little girls who are happy in their own skin. Nothing else matters.” He bent his head forward and kissed her tummy before blowing a raspberry so hard she had no choice but to squirm and giggle.
It wasn’t the first time he’d made her laugh either. He’d done so several times.
“That’s better. I like a giggling Annie much more than a frowning one.” He released her hands to grab her dress and helped her sit before pulling it over her head. The leggings went on next over her diaper before he added the pretty socks. “There. I bet you feel much better.”
She nodded, but when she lifted her gaze, he was staring next to her at her bed.
He bent to pick up a Velcro cuff that was dangling at the side, sticking out from under the mattress. “Why do you have cuffs, sweetie?”
Her face heated a thousand degrees while she looked away.
“I thought you said you didn’t have a regular Daddy. Who cuffs you to the bed, Little one?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge of concern.
Annie was mortified and couldn’t find her voice. What would he think of her if she told him the truth.
He cupped her chin again. “Look at me, sweetie,” he encouraged gently. “I’m not mad. I just want to know. If you have a Daddy in your life, I wouldn’t want to infringe. Who cuffs you to the bed, Annie?”
She swallowed. “I do,” she whispered.
He froze for a moment before reaching across the bed to find the other cuff and give it a tug. He pulled them together in the center, obviously realizing she had arranged them loose enough that she could put them on and take them off herself.
Theo set the cuffs down and grabbed her hips. “Why do you cuff yourself to the bed, sweetie?”
She pursed her lips and tipped her head down, not looking at him.
“Tell me so I’ll understand you better. I’m not judging you. I’m trying to learn what makes you tick.”
Seconds went by. Could she tell him? Trust him with her intimate secrets? She’d never admitted this to anyone before.
Theo rose to standing, swooped her up into his arms, and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet seat and reached for her brush.
Neither of them said a word as he put her hair up in pigtails. When he finished, she looked up at him, hoping he’d decided to abandon the other subject. “Will you braid them too, Sir?”
He smiled. “I’d love to, sweetie.” He went to work, expertly dividing her pigtail into three sections and braiding it before securing the end with a smaller band and repeating the action on the other side.