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)
“Come, sweet girl. Now.”
I don’t know how he does that, but I come, the tremors of another release shaking the bed. As I float down from heaven, Eli removes his hand, releases my legs, and drops onto his elbows, straddling my head. He presses his body between my legs and kisses me with all the passion that matches the energy in the air.
His kiss is long and hard, and when he finally releases my lips, he nibbles a path to my ear. “Thank you, Grace. Thank you for trusting me enough to let me see you at your most vulnerable.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tightly. “Thank you,” I whisper. It seems like I’m the one who should be grateful. He just took me to the moon.
When Eli pulls back, he drops a few more kisses on my lips before opening my nightstand. I watch him as he rummages around, not certain what he’s looking for but not interrupting him.
I don’t have secrets from him anymore. It’s like I’ve known him months instead of one day. Whatever he sees in there doesn’t matter. He can explore all he wants.
Eventually he holds up a tube of ointment. It’s unexpected, and I blush. “This was buried, Little one. You don’t put diaper cream on every night?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper. “Only when I get itchy.”
“You wouldn’t get itchy if you wore it every time. It protects your skin, Baby girl.” He squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers and then rubs it into my folds and all around my pussy.
I glance toward the bathroom. Usually I potty before I go to bed. I don’t lie down with the intention of wetting myself. I don’t always use the diapers. I just like the comfort of wearing them at night.
“What are you looking at, Little one?”
“Uh, I should go potty first.”
He frowns. “Why would you do that?”
I bite my lip.
He cleans his fingers before closing the diaper around me. His large palm comes to my tummy, and he presses against my bladder. It’s pretty full. I haven’t peed since before he came to get me.
“You should always pee after an orgasm, Little one, but from now on your orgasms will all be mine, and you’ll use a diaper afterward.” His voice is firm. He holds my gaze the entire time.
I shudder. This is the first time he’s commanded me to do something so intimate. He’s not backing down.
He continues to rub over my bladder, making it difficult to hold back. His other hand lands near my shoulder, and he hovers over me. “I say that because I’m taking my cues from you, Grace. I can see from your body language that you like it when I’m firm. It’s startling because you’ve never had a Daddy before, but you like boundaries and rules. That’s totally normal for a Little. So, from now on the rule is that you’ll wear a diaper when I say so without argument, and you’ll use it.”
I shudder at his words. He’s right. He reads me well. I couldn’t have known how I would react to a bossy Daddy until he stepped into my life, but I do like the way he asserts his authority.
He drops to his elbow, sets his palm on the top of my head, and rubs my nose with his. “It’s only hard the first time. Don’t fight it, Little one. This has nothing to do with wetting yourself. It’s about control. It’s a power exchange. I’m asking you to submit to me. I know you want to, but there’s a war in your head. It’s normal. When you’re ready to give me your submission, you will.”
His hand on my tummy is maddening. All this talk of submitting is fine, but I really need to pee, and he’s making it hard to deny him. As badly as I want to obey him, he’s right again. I’m holding on to the last piece of my stubborn side by a thread.
This is huge. It could have been anything, but it’s not. We’re at this precipice over diaper use. It’s my free will because to a certain extent, I’m the one in control of my bladder. Not indefinitely and I can hardly compete against his fingers prodding my tummy, but I’m the one who has to decide to let go.
This could have been over taking a bottle or brushing my teeth. It could have been about putting my toys away or making my bed. Eventually I would have pulled out a stubborn card and used it to test him and myself. That moment is now.
He’s so calm. His face is relaxed. He’s not frustrated or angry. He’s not going to punish me. He’s just waiting. Waiting for me to give myself to him. I know several things all at once. The most important is that he’s a patient man. If I can’t do this right now, he won’t force me nor will he be upset. If I asked, he would immediately let me get up and go use the toilet.