Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She gasped, her eyes going wide as her mouth fell open.
Daddy took the opportunity to slip the nipple into her mouth. He held it there, not letting her spit it out. “Don’t fight it, Little doll. Suckle for me.” He slid his other hand down to pat her bottom, reminding her that it was bare and exposed. “I watched you sleep for fourteen days. I know you have a tendency to bring your thumb into your mouth in the night. No reason to be embarrassed. It was precious watching you. I spent hours refusing to blink because I didn’t want to miss a moment of your slumber. It was excruciating, keeping my distance. I wanted so badly to crawl into your bed, spoon you, and hold you all night long.”
She stared into his dark eyes, feeling the intensity of his words and feelings. It nearly brought tears to her eyes, imagining him watching her sleep. She knew it had to have been difficult to keep his hands to himself. It sure felt impossible to her.
She wanted to watch him for hours like he had done for the past two weeks. She wanted to learn everything about him, his expressions, the lines from his smile, the furrow of his brow when he was frustrated.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open, though. She was so very tired. Finally, her eyes began to drift.
Her Daddy rose from the rocking chair and carried her to the changing table where he gently lowered her onto her back. Without a word, he lifted her arms above her head again, secured them, and then pushed her nightie up and restrained her just below her breasts, too.
She felt so exposed again, naked from the waist down. What was he going to do next?
She had her answer a moment later when he clasped her ankles with one hand and lifted her bottom off the changing table to slide a diaper under her.
She instantly went on high alert, spitting out the pacifier as she came fully awake. “No, Daddy. No diaper.”
He lifted her ankles again so her bottom rose clear off the table.
She thought he was going to heed her request, but that was not the case at all. Instead, he gave her bottom a firm swat.
Suzette gasped. It stung. Tears came to her eyes, and her lip quivered again, not from the pain but from the shock.
Still holding her bottom in the air, he calmly said, “You don’t tell Daddy no, Little one. If you have an issue with something, you’re free to bring it up and discuss it with me, but my word will always be final. I will not force you to wear diapers during the day, but you will wear them at night, and you will learn to use them.”
She pursed her lips defiantly.
He lowered her bottom to the diaper but kept a firm grip on her ankles. “Your submission to me runs very deep, Suzette. Every time you wet your diaper, you’ll think of that submission. You’ll think of how deeply I cherish you. So deeply that I want to care for even your most intimate needs. When you wake up in the morning and feel the thick sodden material between your legs, I want you to use that to help your mindset. Instead of fretting over the embarrassment, you’ll focus on your submission.”
He set his free hand on her chest and teased her breasts with his fingers.
She arched into his palm yet again as her body responded to him against her will.
“That’s my good girl. Tell Daddy you understand.”
She swallowed. “I understand, Daddy.”
He gave her another of his panty-melting smiles. “Are you going to argue with me about wearing a diaper?”
She shook her head, her cheeks heating from the embarrassment of her submission.
He lowered her legs and spread them wide before grazing the mark on his wrist across her inner thigh.
Suzette nearly flew off the table. Only the restraints kept her from hitting the ceiling. Any contact with his mark affected her. It was most strong when he pressed their two marks together but sliding his wrist over any part of her body made her arousal go from the steady five it seemed to be all the time to a ten.
“Daddy…” she begged. She needed him to stop teasing her. His wrist was maddening against her inner thigh.
“What do you need, Little doll?”
She wasn’t sure what he was asking until she focused on his face and then lowered her gaze to her inner thigh. “Please put the diaper on me, Daddy,” she found herself saying.
Her words shocked her, but they came from this newfound need to submit to him. It would be nearly impossible to deny him much of anything. That’s how deep their connection was. She did not want to disappoint him.
Before closing the front of the diaper, he grabbed a tube of ointment from the drawer, squeezed a generous amount on his fingers, and gently rubbed it into her folds. “This will protect your skin, Little doll. The formula will help you sleep soundly, but you’ll soon slide into a new mindset. Your body will settle deeper in the night, knowing instinctively that it’s okay to pee yourself. Eventually you won’t even notice. Try not to fight it.”