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)
Holding my thighs, he suddenly sucks my pussy—my folds and my clit—at the same time.
I writhe beneath him, but there’s no budging from Daddy’s grip when he’s determined. He thrusts his tongue into my channel next, making my eyes roll back. “Oh…God…” I cry out.
My body stiffens, and I stop breathing right before the best orgasm of my life makes my entire body shake from head to toe.
Daddy keeps suckling me until I wince from sensitivity.
I’m gasping for oxygen, my chest rising and falling, my legs shaking.
Daddy wipes his lips on his sleeve and looks at me. “Fuck, you make me forget myself, Layla.”
I give him a slow smile, blushing.
His hands are trembling as he opens the diaper cream and rubs it into my swollen sensitive folds. I’ve affected him. It’s heady.
“You’ll wear a diaper this morning, Baby girl. If you’re good and keep it wet for me, I won’t put the naughty-girl gel in your pee-pee hole.” He lifts a brow as he puts a diaper under my hips and secures it around me.
A part of me wants to ask him if I can please wear panties, but I don’t think it’s prudent to argue with him. I doubt it will ever be the best plan. I should just be grateful when he gives me panties and graciously accept it when he diapers me.
When he’s done, he unfastens me from the table and stands me on my feet, taking my hand next to lead me to the closet. It’s filled with pretty dresses that take my breath away. Daddy chooses one. “Arms up.”
I lift my arms and let him lower the simple cotton dress over my head. It’s pink T-shirt material, and when he squats down in front of me to reach between my legs, I realize the dress is more like a onesie.
Daddy snaps the crotch together and then flips the skirt around with his fingers. “I love this one.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love it, too, Daddy.”
Chapter Eleven
Two weeks later…
“What are the rules?” Daddy asks as he tips my head back so I’ll meet his gaze.
It’s hard to make coherent speech when he’s leaving for work. He’s so sexy when he dresses for a client. Today he has on black pants, black loafers, a deep purple dress shirt, and a black tie. He’s droolworthy.
“Uhhh…” He makes me repeat the rules for when I’m home alone every time he leaves. I know he hates leaving me, but he has to go to work. We don’t have the luxury of snuggling at home for the rest of our lives without coming out for air and…money.
Daddy narrows his gaze. “Rules, naughty girl.”
I giggle. “No cooking. No stoves, ovens, or microwaves. No running. No scissors. Don’t open the door unless there’s a fire. No glue.” That last one is silly, but Daddy doesn’t like the idea of me using glue when he’s not home. He’s afraid I’ll spill it all over the place.
“And…” He leans in closer.
I pretend to think, tapping my lips.
“Layla…”
“I know. I know. No touching my pussy. I’ve got it. I promise I won’t touch myself.” I won’t. I never break Daddy’s rules. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye later and lie, and he knows that, so all of this is moot.
I’m sitting in my playroom at my desk in front of the computer Daddy got me last week. He spent a lot of time grilling me about my interests, and I let him know I had been a straight-A student in school, but I hadn’t had the money to even consider going to college.
Therefore, the most exciting thing happening in my life right now is that I spend several hours a day brushing up on my education because Daddy thinks I should take college classes. The idea is so foreign to me that I’m still leery about his faith in me, but exploring my options is the most fun I’ve ever had.
He bends down to kiss the top of my head and points at the screen. “Take that math placement test today, Little one.”
I scrunch up my face. “Do you think I’m ready for that?”
“It’s a placement test, Baby girl. The purpose of it is to tell us what level you’re at. I’ll look at it when I get home. It doesn’t matter if you get everything wrong.” He cups my face, tipping my head back further. “Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m actually bouncing in my seat because I love math, and I’d like to know what my level is, too.
He points at my phone next. “Keep your phone with you. I get nervous when you don’t answer me.” He lifts a brow.
“I know. I will. Promise.” Daddy likes to text me several times when he’s gone to make sure I’m still okay. It’s overbearing, controlling, and very dominating. It’s also the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me, and it makes my panties wet.