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)
The next thing I know we’re in what I have to assume is the master bedroom. Theo lowers me onto the top of a very tall king-sized bed. He keeps one hand on my tummy while he reaches down to grab something from the drawer on the nightstand.
I bite my lip when he holds up a diaper. “How do you feel about pink?” He grins.
I bite down harder, unable to respond. My heart is racing. I can’t believe he’s going to diaper me, and I’m too stunned and curious to stop him. What can it hurt? Wearing it isn’t even half as scary as the fact that he’s going to spread my legs open and see my pussy first. It’s all happening so fast.
Theo sets the diaper on the bed next to me and grabs a few other items before lifting my ankles up and sliding a pad underneath me. Next, he pushes my shirt up my tummy.
I squeeze my thighs together. Nerves are killing me. I don’t know why. I’m not a virgin or anything, but it’s been a while since I last had sex, and I’ve never actually had an intimate relationship with a Daddy. I’ve never had any sort of relationship with a Daddy.
I feel more vulnerable than I would if this were a vanilla situation. I can get hurt easier in my Little space. My Little is far more sensitive than my adult.
Theo sets his palms down on either side of me and leans over. “Deep breaths, Little one. It’s just a diaper. Is your pussy shaved, Baby girl?”
A shiver races through me when he calls me Baby girl. It’s hard to focus on the question, and my face is now ten hundred degrees. “No, Sir,” I whisper. Is that important?
“It’s better to have your pussy free of hair when you wear diapers so the moisture doesn’t get trapped against your skin. I’m going to put a cream on you and let it sit for a few minutes, then I’ll wipe away the cream and the hair. How does that sound?”
“Scary,” I admit in a whisper.
He smiles. “It won’t hurt a bit. It might feel warm, but that’s all.”
It seems like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. “Okay.” I can’t believe I just agreed to this. It’s hard to tell him no. His Dominant is so very strong. I’m sure he could command me with a look and no words.
Theo gives me another of his amazing smiles. “Good girl.” He pushes to standing and palms my knees. “Spread your legs open wide for me, Baby girl.”
A soft moan escapes my mouth as I part my legs for him, exposing myself so thoroughly that my heart is now beating in my ears. I hold my breath as he squeezes something onto his fingers, and I stiffen entirely when he rubs it all over my pussy.
It’s warm, but not as warm as his fingers. It seems like he takes forever getting it in between my folds and down around my tight bottom hole.
“Such a good girl. Stay nice and still for me while the hair remover dissolves your hair, okay?” He cleans his fingers on a few wipes.
“Yes, Sir.” I don’t dare move. He’s so clinical that a new worry comes to mind. Maybe he wants a Little girl who can submit deeply to him without having a sexual relationship. My pussy is so wet that I know that’s not the kind of Little I am. I’m half in love with this man, and we just met a few hours ago.
“What’s your favorite color, Little one?” he asks, leaning over me again. He’s distracting me while the cream does its job.
“Pink,” I whisper. “My Little likes pink. My adult prefers black.”
He chuckles. “Black?”
“I mean clothes and shoes and stuff. “She’s not very colorful.”
“Ah, I see. What’s your favorite stuffie?”
“My elephant. Her name is Phoebe.”
“Oh, good name for an elephant. Is she pink?”
“Yes.” I giggle. He’s doing a great job of distracting me.
“Favorite food?”
“Blue things.”
He laughs hard. “You mentioned the flavor blue earlier. I don’t get it.”
I shrug. “You should try it. Blue is great. Most things say blue raspberry, but that’s not a thing. Have you ever seen a blue raspberry?”
“Nope. Can’t say I have.”
“See? They just made it up. Blue is its own flavor. It’s yummy, especially blue lollipops.”
“Ah, I’ll have to remember that. Favorite number?”
“Eight.”
“You answered so fast. Why eight?”
“It’s all circly with no sharp edges. Everyone likes eight,” I declare.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are so deep and sexy. I want to touch them, but I keep my hands fisted at my sides. For long seconds he just stares at me, smiling like he’s won the lottery.
Finally, he leans back to grab a wipe and gently starts cleaning the cream and hair from my pussy. It feels so strange. He’s rather clinical about it, but I’m not. I keep thinking about what it would feel like if he put his mouth there and pushed a finger into me. I want that.