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 lift my bear up to cover my eyes, wondering what he needs to see.
There are some noises I can’t identify, and then Daddy presses down firmly on my pelvis and uses his fingers to spread my labia. Something cold touches near my vagina, and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s not my vagina. It’s my urethra.
“Hold very still, Layla,” he orders.
I don’t dare move even though I’m scared. Something slides into my tiny hole. It feels so strange. In a few seconds, it’s over, and he removes it.
“There. All done. Such a good girl. You can open your eyes now. I dimmed the lights again.”
I pull out the pacifier while he secures a diaper around me. “What was that?”
He finishes and grabs a tiny syringe from the nightstand to show me. “See the tiny tip?”
I nod.
“Only that much went into your urethra. I pressed the plunger to push the contents into your little hole.” He rubs my tummy.
I squirm as it starts to burn. “Daddy, it hurts.”
“You’ll feel a slight burning. It won’t hurt you at all. It will just burn for a bit.”
“I don’t like it,” I whine.
“I suspect you don’t. Guess how you can make it stop?”
I draw in a sharp breath as he sets his palm on my bladder. “Daddy…” My voice is higher pitched and very whiny. I draw my knees up. I get it now. I have to pee to make it stop.
“Connor says it’s perfectly safe to put the gel in your urethra every few hours if needed.”
I roll my head back and forth, wincing when the bump on the back comes to my attention.
Daddy sets his hand on top of my head to keep me from wiggling so much. His other hand comes to my tummy. “Wet your diaper, Little one. I promise it will get easier.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and will myself to pee. Finally I let loose, and once I start, I can’t stop. It seems like gallons of peepee comes out of me.
Daddy moves his hand down between my legs, palming the soaked diaper as it fills. “Such a good girl. See? Easy peasy.”
I’m panting from the relief I feel as soon as I’m done, and I put my bear back over my eyes so I don’t have to watch as Daddy changes me. He’s so careful to clean my folds, apply more diaper cream, and secure me back up.
Then we get to my favorite part of being Little, snuggling in Daddy’s arms while he feeds me another bottle.
Chapter Nine
When I wake up on the third day at Theo’s house, I feel much more myself. For the first time, my head isn’t foggy or throbbing. I manage to push to sitting without wincing. My tailbone still hurts, but Dr. Rubio—Connor—said it could take weeks or even months to fully heal. It was badly bruised. My elbows are scabbed over, and the abrasions on the backs of my thighs have stopped itching.
What I want now is a shower. Daddy said it wasn’t safe for me to take a bath or shower until this morning. That’s the most important thing on my agenda.
I’m not surprised when he steps into the room. I’m well aware he has a monitor sitting on the nightstand that alerts him every time I so much as breathe.
“Hey there, Little one. How are you feeling?”
“All better. Can I take a shower now?”
He chuckles as he sits next to me. “How about a bath. That’s safer. I’ll wash you, and you can play with toys.”
I lick my lips. He’s seen every inch of me naked, but it’s been mostly clinical up until now. A bath will leave me fully exposed to him, and if he’s going to run his hands all over my body…
He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. “Not negotiable, Baby girl,” he says in his firmest tone.
“Okay…” I sigh, resigned. The man is bossy. I’m going to have to get used to that if I want to actually have a relationship with him. The truth is I like it when he gets all growly. It brings goosebumps to my skin and makes my pussy wet. At least if I’m in the bathtub, maybe he won’t notice.
He chuckles, still looking in my eyes. “I’m learning to read you better every day, Little one.”
I purse my lips, hoping he’s wrong.
He surprises me when he lowers his palm to my breast and cups it over the thin material of my shirt. When his thumb strokes over my nipple, I gasp.
“Mmm. The truth is my girl thrives on boundaries and dominance.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t say anything. I’m too tongue-tied because he’s still thrumming my nipple. He hasn’t touched me in such an overtly sexual manner before.
I whimper when he releases my breast. He kisses my forehead and lowers me back to the bed. Without a word, he spreads my legs, removes my soaked diaper, and cleans me with wipes.