Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“What?” I ask eagerly.
“I intend to keep my pants on for a while, but prepare yourself emotionally. I’d like to have your permission to give you a bath and diaper you myself tomorrow night. If you’re not ready, I’ll understand, but think about it. Okay?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. I can’t wrap my head around that idea. My brain is mush. The thought of him spreading my legs and seeing my pussy so close and personal makes me… I don’t know what it does to me. It makes me wet for sure, but it’s scary. It might be easier to have sex with him than to let him diaper me. That’s a level of intimate far beyond sex.
“Teeth, diaper, bed, Little one. Use the pacifier. Not your thumb. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He bends and kisses me again, this time briefly. Before I know it, he’s gone. He leaves so fast I’m still panting and staring at the open door to my bedroom as I hear my apartment door close.
It takes me several minutes before I can rise onto my elbows. When I do, I look down to see that my nightgown rose up to my breasts when he dragged me. My panties are fully exposed.
I almost wish he’d dragged me a few more inches so my breasts would have been bared to him. I like that he fled my apartment a bit off-kilter. He was turned on by me. This new bold version of me would have enjoyed seeing his expression if he’d seen my chest.
I’m trembling as I rise off my bed and make my way to the living room. It’s tidier than it’s been in months. He did this. When I wake up tomorrow and wonder if it was all a dream, I’ll know it wasn’t as soon as I step out here and see everything in its place.
I engage the deadbolt, turn off the lights, and return to my bedroom. After brushing my teeth and using the potty, I pad to my bed. Duh. He couldn’t have missed the pile of diapers I keep on the shelf under the nightstand drawer. I grab one, slip out of my panties, and lie on my back to put it on.
What would it be like to have someone else diaper me? Maybe tomorrow I will find out. That part doesn’t scare me as much as actually wetting myself in front of him or letting him change me. That’s another level of intimacy I’m not sure I’m ready for. But I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. If I come to it.
I pop my pacifier in my mouth, find my favorite tiger stuffie—Archie—and slip under the covers. My mind won’t shut down, and I find myself reaching up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.
I’m hornier than ever, and I hate that he commanded me not to use my vibrators. He didn’t say I couldn’t come, though… Who am I kidding? Yes, he did. It was implied. He said he wanted my next orgasm to be his. How hot is that?
The thought of him touching my pussy…
I slide my fingers up to my lips, remembering his kiss. My first kiss. It was perfect. And then the way he cupped my breast and thumbed my nipple…
My thoughts are all over the place. I’m restless. I want to yank open that drawer and grab one of my vibrators. The pink one that rotates up inside me while the rabbit ears vibrate against my clit.
I may be a virgin, but only from the standpoint of not having ever had sex with an actual human. I’ve closed my eyes and visualized having sex with men lots of times. I’m a grown woman. I may be introverted to the point of barely leaving my home, but I’m smart and resourceful. I’ve watched videos and read books. I know how to take care of my needs.
Until tonight, I never imagined I would meet a man and enter into a relationship. Let alone a Daddy. I’m too awkward. Plus I’m Little. I’ve never considered going to bars or any other places where I might meet someone. Preposterous.
But Eli lives across the hall from me. What if I hadn’t dropped a piece of mail on the floor and it hadn’t miraculously slid under his door? What if he hadn’t been home? What if he hadn’t noticed it for hours or days?
Funny how I stood there in the hallway, praying he wouldn’t see it and open his door. I was mortified when he popped out of his apartment. Tongue-tied. Scared out of my mind. Awkward as fuck. I even ran into my apartment and crawled into the back of my closet.
I groan as I recall the details. My horror had switched to something entirely different as soon as he got down on his hands and knees to join me.