Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Greyson

Greyson worked quickly as he finished cleaning Lily up. The scent of the wipes lingered in the air, along with the faint hint of her natural sweetness. She was still sniffling, her cheeks blotchy, but she had stopped whimpering, her breathing slowly evening out. His poor baby.

He tossed the last wipe into the bin and rested a comforting hand on her knee.

“All clean, sweetheart,” he told her calmly. “Now, let’s talk about what’s going to happen next.”

Her gaze flickered up to his. “Next?”

He reached to the side, pulling open one of the cubbies beneath the changing table. Inside were stacks of adult-sized diapers, soft and thick, meant for littles who needed them. He pulled one out and held it up, his eyes meeting hers again.

“I think we should put you in one of these,” he offered. “Just to make sure you feel comfortable and safe while you play. There’ll be no more worrying about accidents.”

Lily’s lips parted, her face flooding with color. “I—” She hesitated, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. “I don’t know… I haven’t worn one since—” She swallowed hard, looking away and whispering, “Since you.”

Something clenched in Greyson’s chest.

She hadn’t worn a diaper intwenty years?

His heart ached at the thought. She had beenhisLittle, completely, fully . And then he left… Had she buried that part of herself? Had she gone without the care she so obviously still craved? The care she deserved.

He exhaled slowly, keeping his expression calm. “I know it’s been a long time, babygirl,” he said, smoothing a hand over her soft thigh. “But it’ll help. You won’t have to worry. I know you need that right now, don’t you?”

She gnawed at her lower lip, hesitating.

The conflict was evident in her eyes.

Then, finally, she gave the smallest nod. “’Kay.”

“Good girl,” he crooned as he unfolded the diaper.

She watched his every move from where she lay on the table, her dress fanning out around her.

Greyson slipped the thick diaper beneath her, making sure it was snug against her skin. He pulled it between her legs, fastening it securely before running a hand over the front in reassurance.

She let out a little breath, her body relaxing slightly.

“There we go.” He ran a hand over her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her dress. “All comfy now?”

She hesitated, then nodded again. “Yeah…It feels soft.”

He helped her sit up, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Good, baby.”

She melted into him for a moment, then, as if suddenly remembering where they were, she sat up straighter, looking toward the play area.

“Can I go play now?” she asked, more timidly than before.

Greyson smiled. “Of course, little one.”

He helped her down from the changing table, his hand steady on her waist until her feet touched the floor. She gave him one last shy glance before hurrying back to the soft mats, sinking back into her world of dolls and toys.

Greyson leaned against the nearby wall, arms crossed as he went back to watching her.

She looked peaceful now, her accident forgotten, her face glowing with that soft, innocent joy she always had when she was deep in Little space. His sweet, perfect Lily.

Greyson had kept his eyes on Lily for the past hour, and he could tell she was starting to fade. It was late, nearly midnight, way past a little girl's bedtime.

Her hands slowed as she played with the dolls, her eyelids fluttering every few minutes. She yawned, and he knew she was slipping further and further into exhaustion.

It was time to get her home.

He knelt beside her with a soft smile. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time for us to go. You’re getting sleepy.”

Lily blinked up at him, her lips parting as if she wanted to protest, but a small sigh escaped instead. She rubbed at her eyes, looking small and vulnerable in a way that made his heart ache.

“But I don’t wanna leave yet…” she mumbled, letting out another yawn at the end of her sentence.

Greyson chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re too deep in Little space to get yourself home,” he told her gently. “Will you let me take care of you?”

She hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. “Okay, Daddy.”

The sound of that word—of her calling him that again—sent warmth coursing through him. It was the second time she’d called him that; both times, he was pretty sure were an accident, but it gave him hope. If she could call him that so naturally, maybe she still thought of him as her Daddy.

He stood, offering his hand, and she took it without question. With slow steps, she let him lead her out of the play area, through the club, and into the cool night air where his truck was parked.

As soon as he got her buckled in and got her address from her, her head was already drooping against the seat.

She was completely asleep by the time he pulled into her driveway.

Greyson cut the engine and turned toward her, taking a moment to look at her. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and even. She looked so peaceful, so small.

For several minutes, he just sat there, silently staring at her. After so many years apart, he washere, taking care of her again, watching over her the way he always used to. The way he was meant to.

It felt so right. So perfect.

With careful movements, he reached over, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek to rouse her. “Lily,” he murmured. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

She made a soft noise of protest, shifting against the seat but not fully waking.

“Babygirl, I need your house key,” he said softly.

Her sleepy fingers fumbled with her bag, and after few false starts, she handed him a small keyring.

Greyson got out, unlocked the front door, and then walked back to the truck. Without hesitation, he unbuckled Lily and gathered her into his arms, carrying her inside with ease.

Her house was adorable.

Soft pastels, cozy blankets, stuffed animals on shelves. It was warm, inviting, and so completelyher.

He carried her through the small house, finding her bedroom with minimal effort. Her bed was covered in a fluffy pink comforter, at least half a dozen pillows, and twice as many stuffies. He set her gently on the edge, brushing a hand over her hair.

“Let’s get you into your pajamas, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Lily blinked up at him sleepily. “Mmkay…”

He moved to her dresser, pulling open a few drawers before finding what he was looking for—a soft pink cotton nightie with bows on the sleeves.

Holding it up, he turned to her. “This one okay, baby?”

She nodded slowly, too tired to argue. It was so fucking cute. Lily had always been the sweetest, sleepy babygirl.

He knelt in front of her, helping her out of her dress, his hands careful and respectful even though he couldn’t keep his eyes off her lush figure. She was curvier than she’d been once, and though he’d found her gorgeous back then, she was absolutely mouthwatering now. Perfect. Full. Soft.

Once she was down to only her diaper, he grabbed the nightie and slipped it over her head, pulling it down so it covered her completely.

As he adjusted the hem, she mumbled, “Need panties, Daddy.”

Greyson stilled, his hands settling on her thighs.

Then, slowly, he pressed his palm against the front of her diaper, checking for any signs of wetness.

“You’re still dry, baby,” he said, rubbing soft circles over her knee. “Let’s leave you in the diaper for tonight, just in case you have an accident while you sleep.”

Her cheeks flushed. “But?—”

“No buts.” His tone left no room for argument. “I don’t want you waking up in wet sheets, sweetheart. You’ll be much more comfortable this way.”

Lily bit her lip, looking away for a long moment.

Then, finally, she gave a small nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He pulled back the blankets, guiding her to lie down before tucking her in snugly.

She blinked up at him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, but there was something else there, too. Somethingtrusting.

Greyson’s heart clenched.

“Will you stay with me?” she asked quietly.

Without hesitation, he nodded. “Of course.”

Because there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Lily.