Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Chapter Sixteen
Jordi awoke to the scent of bacon. She smiled as she blinked her eyes open. She was curled up on her side, but a pillow was blocking her view. When she tried to stretch out her legs, she realized several things. She was surrounded by pillows on both sides, something was in her mouth, and something was between her legs.
Jordi reached for her mouth first. She snagged a strange plastic ring and removed the object. Oh. A pacifier. Just her size too. She didn’t remember her Daddy giving her that.
She did, however, vaguely remember him putting a diaper on her and then also changing it in the middle of the night. Her face heated when she recalled wetting her panties in the garage. How embarrassing. Her Daddy had told her not to worry about it. He’d said all Little girls had accidents sometimes. But she still felt awkward.
Pushing to sitting, she glanced down to see that once again her diaper was wet. Tears came to her eyes, and she let out a sob.
“Sunshine?” Suddenly her Daddy was rushing to her side. He sat on the edge of the big bed and pulled the row of pillows out of the way. “What’s the matter?”
She squeezed her legs together, or at least she tried to as she tugged her nightie over the bulky yellow diaper.
Daddy lifted her chin. “Talk to me, Little girl,” he encouraged.
Her lip trembled. “I wet myself again,” she admitted.
“Oh, Sunshine, why is that making you feel sad?” He tucked his arms under her and lifted her into his embrace, cradling her in his lap.
“That’s three times I didn’t make it to the bathroom in twelve hours. What’s wrong with me?” she cried out.
“Baby girl, it’s okay. You’re in a very young headspace right now. You had a busy week being an amazing business owner. You’ve dealt with a lot of stress all on your own. Your mind probably needed to crash and take a break. The timing is perfect. You can have the entire long weekend to be as Little as you want. Daddy will take care of everything. You don’t even have to be back on the jobsite adulting until Wednesday.”
She thought about his words. Maybe he was right. Being Little for four days sounded like heaven. She’d never had this sort of opportunity before. Certainly not with an actual caregiver to take care of everything.
“Okay,” she whispered. “That sounds fun, but it doesn’t explain how I could lose control of my bladder.”
Her Daddy rose from the bed, still cradling her as he headed for the nursery. “No need to worry, Baby girl. Last night in the garage was my fault. I knew you were sliding into a younger headspace before we left Blaze. Being with all the other Littles helped you relax and be yourself. I should have encouraged you to use the potty before we left. That’s Daddy’s fault. It was my responsibility. I should have taken you to the potty or put a diaper on you before we got in the car.”
She stared at him as he laid her on the changing table. Was there merit to what he was saying? Had she really been sliding into a younger headspace last night?
As she thought about his words, he pulled her nightie over her head. As soon as it was gone, she lifted her hand to her mouth and stuck her thumb in. It was instinctive. Maybe the pacifier during the night had been soothing. Now she craved the feeling of the nipple.
Callen smiled at her as he opened a drawer on the side of the changing table. A moment later, he gently removed her hand from her mouth and held up another pacifier. This one was blue, and she giggled when he showed her the front. It had a hammer and screwdriver on it!
She was still smiling as he popped it into her mouth. “There. I knew you would think that set was cute when I bought them. Tools for my Little remodeler.”
She giggled again behind the pacifier, suckling it. She’d never had a pacifier before. She’d never indulged this younger Little side of hers. But then how could she have without a Daddy? It would have been tough. She hadn’t even realized she’d needed to play this young. It had never occurred to her.
Daddy gently took her wrists and lowered her arms to her sides before pulling a strap across her tummy and fastening it to the other side of the changing table. Her arms were pinned under the strap. The restraint made her breath hitch, and she suckled harder as she arched her naked chest.
Daddy patted her tummy. “When you’re really young, I’ll be extra careful to keep you safe. I don’t want you to fall off the changing table. That’s why I piled all those pillows up around you in the bed. They kept you from rolling onto the floor and hitting your head while I started breakfast.”