Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Oh, yeah…she didn’t live here.
That seemed sensible, so I nodded again.
Daddy understood what I was trying to say and kissed my head. “Perfect. We’ll work out the fine print there but I think we’re making progress. What else?”
That was obvious to me and made me realize I needed to let Daddy wake up more before bombarding him with worries.
“Oh yes, the diaper. Not sure how I forgot that part.” I wasn’t either, but I didn’t say that as he kissed my head again. “You don’t seem to remember my putting one on you after your bath, but I did. Then I changed you again right after you fell asleep.”
I thought he’d have more to say about that part but his huff and frustration surprised me. “You’re not getting enough sleep. You were exhausted. Unreasonably so.”
Oops.
Yep, that was what a Daddy would focus on.
“Sorry, Daddy.” Petting his chest, I snuggled the rest of my body closer around him, more worried about the sleeping part than the diaper issue. “I get distracted.”
With work.
With shows.
With the internet.
With my bubble game.
With my coloring books.
Okay, maybe he had a point.
“Maybe…maybe you could call me at a certain time every night and tuck me in over the phone?” It’d be harder to make bad decisions that way. “Then you could make sure I was being good.”
And it wouldn’t be too much attention.
It wouldn’t even be like I was moving in or something.
“I think that’s a very good idea.” Daddy’s hand came up to stroke my head. “And we’ll figure out some rules and consequences to help with that.”
Ugh.
“Don’t sigh. It was your idea.” He had a point but I did it again anyway.
“I like attention, Daddy.” Yes, I liked that part of the plan. It was just the rest that was going to come back and bite me in the ass. “You’re good at giving me attention.”
His chest jerked but he didn’t laugh. “There are a variety of ways to give you attention, but right now I think you need the food and drink kind.”
Oh yes.
But there was one thing we had to focus on first.
“Um, Daddy…” Hmm. “I have to go potty.”
He shrugged.
“Okay.” Kissing my head, he kept cuddling me and shifted me slowly so my lips were where they’d been asking to be since I’d woken up pressed against his chest. “You’ve been smelling me and nuzzling me since you stopped worrying, baby boy. It’s not as subtle as you think it is.”
Oops.
Giggling, I wiggled a tiny bit lower. “But…but I have to go potty, Daddy.”
He was making it very hard to stay big.
“I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t go pee-pee, baby boy.” Kissing my head, he relaxed back onto the bed and started running his fingers through my hair. “Kisses.”
It wasn’t fair that he smelled so good.
“I’m…but I’m…” Not as little as I had been last night. “I’m almost big, Daddy.”
“I realize that.” Possibly playing dumb, he kept caressing me and inching me closer. “One thing doesn’t have anything to do with the other unless we make it that way.”
Sighing, I snuggled against his chest, making a soft sound as his scent hit me again. “I think…I think you’re being sneaky.”
He was just trying to make me not worry.
He laughed quietly. “No. I’m just making sure I get what I want.”
Huh?
“No, I’ll explain but lips first. Once you’re being Daddy’s good boy, then I’ll tell you.” He barely shifted his hand to turn my head and the temptation was stronger than my curiosity. “Good boy.”
When my lips were wrapped around his nipple and I closed my eyes as the first stream hit my mouth, he went back to petting my head. “Yes, that’s my good boy.”
Whining softly as I drank, I heard him chuckle again. “I won’t forget. I like control, baby boy. I’ve been very careful so far and I haven’t even bugged your phone, but I hadn’t realized how many things there were to control in a relationship like this that wouldn’t potentially involve lawyers.”
Oh.
The shiver that raced through me said what my little side and lower head thought about all that, but the last remaining big parts sighed and realized Daddy was going to be a pain in the butt.
“Earlier this week, I found several interesting discussions on an underground web forum where the Daddies and Doms debated thoughtful topics such as Diapers: Little Play or Are They For Control and Did Anyone Else Know There is a Word for Controlling Someone’s Bathroom Habits.”
Good grief.
“I’m pretty sure they’re a group of academics judging by the setup and how rabid they are about things like topics labeled clearly and how comments should be structured.” Daddy sounded fascinated. “I’ll show you later. I’m very glad that I found you before you found that forum.”
Giggling around his nipple, I wiggled closer and wrapped myself tighter around Daddy. He chuckled and teased his fingers around my ear, making me wiggle even more. “Oh, don’t lose dessert.”