Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
No kitty cat.
“Shaking your head, huh?” My naughty man snickered. “Must be like the pup thing.”
Ugh. Silly. Silly.
“That’s okay.” My naughty man leaned over and kissed my nose. “I like my cuddly boy.”
Lots.
He liked his cuddly boy lots.
My naughty man liked taking care of me and liked changing my diaper too.
“Hiding behind your hands again?” My naughty man made a thinking sound. “I think you like it when I take care of you and I think you like being my helpless boy.”
No.
Maybe.
My naughty man liked it…and I liked my naughty man.
“A lot of special subs like having someone to take care of them.” My naughty man kept talking as he took off my diaper but I kept hiding.
I didn’t have to look.
I didn’t have to talk.
Could I turn off my ears?
Shoot.
No fingers to plug my ears.
My naughty man cheated.
He chuckled. “Yes. A lot of special subs like having all their control taken away by something nice and relaxing. They like playing and they like watching cartoons. They like bottle time and quiet toys.”
My naughty man liked to talk.
“They like being wrapped up tight and rubbing their diapers.” My naughty man patted the front of my new diaper making me wiggle. “Just like that. They like bubble baths and having someone special feed them.”
Not gonna listen.
Nope.
I didn’t have to.
I was my naughty man’s special boy and he had to do everything ’cause that’s what he liked.
“Oh, hiding your ears? That’s a lot of hiding.” My naughty man needed to worry more. “So I guess you don’t want to hear about what else special subs called littles might like or what their Daddies do.”
Nope.
“Then we won’t talk about it.” My naughty man snapped my shirt and kissed my nose. “We’ll just have bottle time and snuggle and nap instead.”
Cheater.
Cheater.
Cheater.
“Nods? Good boy.” My naughty man kissed me again and then scooped me up. “Cuddle time. Bottle time. Naptime. But not talking time.”
He was sneaky.
“I won’t talk about little stuff or Daddy stuff, just about bottle time and cute stuff like the way you give me cuddles.” My naughty man got me back on his lap. “Trade.”
He got my quiet toy out and my bottle in fast.
“No talking for you either.” My naughty man gave me head kisses and I forgot to close my ears. I had to snuggle. That’s what happened with bottle time. “That’s my sweet boy. Cuddles for me. You’re the best snuggle bug. Oh, that’s what you were. You were a little bug. Like the ones that roll up and hide.”
My naughty man was silly.
He was talking and snuggling and cuddling and…
****
“Hmm…squirms and groans and hiding under your pillow?” Micha’s overly cheerful voice made me groan again. “Fair warning. If you’re big again, I’m going to talk.”
Waking up from a nap was supposed to be nice.
“I don’t have to listen.” He’d freed my hands at some point, so I could plug my fingers in my ears as I hummed.
He cheated again.
The brat started rubbing the front of my diaper and was thoroughly enjoying making the hard-on situation worse.
Hmm.
Maybe waking up humping the bed had been a good clue about my frame of mind?
“La. La. La.” Singing softly, I couldn’t help rolling the frame of mind thing around in my head again. Little. He’d said that was me being little. “La. La. La.”
That hadn’t been anything like the littles at the munches, though.
I didn’t throw things or talk back or talk at all.
I wasn’t stressful.
I was cute and he liked taking care of me.
“I’m cute.” Well shoot. “And you like taking care of me. You can’t change your mind.”
Well fuck.
I got lapped again.
“I’m not…like that anymore.” Huffing, I glared at him. “This is unnecessary.”
Micha snorted and rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. This is where you talk to me the best, so this is where you’re going to stay.”
He was so dramatic sometimes.
“I don’t see why talking is necessary.” We were doing fine without it.
“And that’s why we’re going to talk.” His stern look had me pretending it wasn’t sexy as fuck, but I wasn’t sure it was believable. “When you were taking your nap, I had time to think.”
That was always a bad sign.
“Sighing isn’t going to get you out of this.” His words said he was going to be stubborn, but I got a quick peck too, so he was definitely sending mixed signals. “I realized if I let things continue, you were never going to accept being little or what we were doing in general.”
So?
“I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.” Talking was overrated and acceptance was even worse.
Micha barked out a booming laugh and settled back against the head of the bed. “I know. That occurred to me too.”
He’d had entirely too much time to think…naps were clearly terrible things.
“So, I decided that instead of waiting for you to finally make yourself sick worrying over what we were doing—whenever we got to that point—I was just going to circumvent it and talk about the situation now.” His look said stubbornness was setting in and I made a mental vow to fight naps harder from that point on.