Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Yes, princess. Daddy wants you to use it.” He rubs the cream all over my folds and down around my tight bottom hole too. After he cleans off his fingers, he lifts my hips and slides a diaper under me.
I’m surprised to find that what he told me yesterday is true. This is a special kind of diaper. It doesn’t crinkle. It’s thick between my legs, but it doesn’t pinch my thighs either. It’s actually comfortable. And the best part is that the tabs are almost silent.
When he’s done, he sits me up and pulls a soft cotton nightgown over my head. “This is just while I feed you, Baby girl. I’ll take it off before bed.”
He lifts me up to cradle me in his arms. “I bet you didn’t eat today, did you, princess?”
I shake my head.
He kisses my forehead, carries me to the kitchen, and holds me with one arm while he prepares a bottle with his other hand.
I watch closely, eager to try this while somewhat nervous at the same time. “What is it, Daddy?”
“It’s a protein shake. Perfect for Little girls who miss a meal. You’ll like it. I promise it’s tasty.”
Minutes later we’re back in my nursery. Daddy is still cradling me as he pops the nipple in my mouth.
I suck and then swallow the delicious shake. It’s vanilla, and it tastes like I’m having a milkshake.
Daddy smiles at me, rocking me gently while I suck the entire bottle down. It feels good. It feels right. I’m a thousand times calmer than I was a few hours ago. The tears are gone and my heart rate is far more normal.
When the bottle is empty, Daddy swaps it for a pacifier, holding it in my mouth for a moment. “Try the paci, Baby girl. I know you like to suck your thumb, but this will be better for your teeth. Plus, anytime you’re feeling anxious, you can pop it into your mouth and soothe yourself.”
I suck. He’s right. It feels good.
It’s really late, and I know Daddy has had a very long day, but he says nothing about being tired. He just keeps rocking me and smiling at me, never breaking my gaze.
Finally, he kisses my temple and says, “Would you like to sleep in your crib tonight? Sometimes Little girls feel better inside the confined sides of a crib.”
I shake my head and pull the pacifier out. “No, Daddy. I want to sleep with you. Please, can I?”
“Of course, Little one. Always and forever.” He palms my diaper between my legs. “I want you to wet your diaper first. I want you to have the experience and know what it feels like to spend some time in a younger space. Sometimes you can spend the day diapered and playing in your nursery. Let the rest of the world totally disappear.”
I giggle when he tickles my tummy. That makes me realize I need to pee. I sober and bite my lip.
Daddy rubs my tummy. “Go ahead, Baby girl. Let your bladder go. Daddy will always clean you up.”
I stare at him, breathing heavily for a long time, fighting with myself. It’s weird trying to wet myself. It’s against my natural inclination.
Finally, I do, and he’s right. It feels oddly freeing, like I don’t have a care in the world. Daddy has me. He will always have me.
Chapter Twelve
Chase
Yesterday was one of the most stressful days of my life. I really needed to focus on the case we were wrapping up, and I was grateful I wasn’t the only one on the case because my mind kept straying to Josie.
I knew she was in a panic before I left her. It couldn’t be helped, but it still bothered me. I had hoped it wouldn’t have been as bad as it was, and my heart nearly got ripped out of my chest when I found her disheveled and crying at her door.
Every day will get easier. She will learn to fully trust me. I told my boss this morning that I won’t be disturbed today. My girl needs my undivided attention.
I held her all night naked in my arms, but when we got up, I helped her ease back into a younger headspace. I knew she would benefit from a day spent without a care in the world.
After making sweet love to her, I carried her to the nursery, put her in a diaper and soft T-shirt, and fed her a bottle. She has spent six hours playing. She’s mostly had her mouth filled with the pacifier I gave her, suckling on it. She’s even crawled around the room while she played, and I’m glad I put plush carpeting in here.
Without a word of complaint, she let me feed her another bottle for lunch. She hasn’t fussed a single time when I’ve changed her. She’s been smiling all day. We’ve colored together and worked a puzzle. I especially like it when she giggles behind the pacifier.