Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I swallow. That sounds like heaven. Maybe I did die. Except my head is still pulsing, and I don’t think I should be in pain if I’m in heaven. “Okay,” I murmur.
Theo slides his hand behind my head and helps me sit up. When he pulls the covers back, I reach for the hem of the shirt to tug it down. It’s not covering my pussy.
When he scoops me up to cradle me in his arms, I struggle. “I can walk, Theo.”
“Not today, Little one. I don’t want you to get dizzy and fall on the stairs.” He nods toward the bathroom. “Do you need to go potty first?”
My cheeks heat further as I nod.
He carries me into the bathroom and straight over to the toilet where he sets me down directly on the potty.
I gasp, feeling exposed as he squats in front of me, keeping his hands on my hips. “Can you wait outside?” I ask.
“No, Little one. What if you fall?”
“I won’t fall.”
“You don’t know that for sure. You have a concussion. You could get woozy and teeter to the side.”
“But…” I lick my lips. “I can’t pee with you watching me.”
“I’ll close my eyes.” He makes a big production out of squeezing his eyes shut tight.
I can’t help but giggle. “That’s not going to work. You have to go out of the room and shut the door.”
He looks at me again. “Not today, Little one. We can reevaluate walking and going potty tomorrow. I don’t want to take risks today. If you really don’t want to use the potty, I can put a diaper on you. Does that sound better?”
I shudder. I should have seen this coming after the bottle and the pacifier. But I didn’t let myself think about it.
Theo slides one hand up to my face and strokes my cheek. “Do you wear diapers sometimes at home, Little one?”
I shake my head. I’ve never tried them or anything else this young.
“I bet you’d like it,” he continues. “I could put some bandages on the scrapes on the backs of your thighs to protect your skin from the elastic. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about diapers, Layla. Did you know all Littles on the island wear diapers?”
I shake my head. I didn’t know that.
“Yep. All of them. All the time. It’s a rule. Some Littles have trouble getting used to diapers at first, but I’ve heard it’s very freeing. Diapered Littles can relax into age play without constantly worrying about making it to the potty. At Littleworld none of the Baby girls and boys have to rush to the potty. They can just go wherever they’re at, and their caregiver can take them to a changing station when needed.”
“Have you been to Littleworld?” I ask. I’ve always heard it was the most wonderful place on Earth, but I’ve never imagined I would ever go there.
“Nope. I’ve never had a Little girl to take with me. Maybe you’ll be willing to go with me when you’re feeling better.”
My eyes widen. Is he serious? I’m still reeling from the idea of him thinking I could be his forever. I can’t even begin to process the possibility of vacationing with him on the island.
He smiles. Without a word, he lifts me back up off the potty and carries me out of the room.
My breath hitches. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I’m nervous.
Theo lifts me upright and settles me on his hip.
I grab his neck, but my head is spinning now. It’s not from the concussion. It’s because my bare pussy is pressing against his T-shirt. I don’t dare comment. I’m mortified. He’s going to find out how wet I am. I’m sure my arousal is soaking his shirt. I wasn’t even aroused until two seconds ago when he arranged me like this. Now I’m about to combust.
He steps into an empty room, confusing me. “Do you know what this room is going to be, Little one?”
I shake my head. It’s hard to focus on anything but my clit.
“Your nursery. I ordered furniture for you while you were napping.”
My jaw drops open. He ordered furniture for a nursery for me? I can’t wrap my head around that.
He keeps talking as he slowly turns in a circle, pointing. “I think the crib will fit best in that corner. The changing table can go on that wall. A toybox and shelves for games and puzzles over there. Maybe a bean bag chair next to the toys. I ordered a rocking chair for me to feed you and read to you. It can go in that corner. What do you think?”
My bottom lip trembles. I’m going to cry. Tears well up.
Theo rubs my back. “Oh, sweet girl. Don’t cry.” He pulls me closer, nestling my head against his shoulder as he exits the room.