Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
With a sigh, she turned over onto her hands and knees and crawled toward what she was pretty sure was the wall. She moved slowly, uncertain what she might encounter. The first thing she found was a beanbag chair with a very soft blanket on it. Apparently he’d put one in the bedroom and one out here. She loved the idea of curling up on the beanbag and reading. How long would she be able to make out any of the words?
Feeling around, she found a low set of shelves. Just two. She palmed everything on the top shelf, determining there were dolls and stuffed animals. On the lower shelf, she found some kind of tablet, and her excitement grew when her hands landed on a headset. Without her glasses she wouldn’t be able to see what was on the tablet to make a selection, but she put the headset on anyway, managed to plug it into the tablet, and found the power button.
To her surprise, the device spoke to her as soon as it powered up. “Welcome, Olivia. Tell me what you’d like to listen to. You can select from music, books, or movies.”
Olivia giggled so loud she shocked herself. She was supposed to be nursing a good hard mad, but she couldn’t do it anymore. She’d never had a device like this.
She reached up to pull the mic extension down from the headset and spoke into it. “Books, please.” She giggled again. It wasn’t necessary to be so polite to the device.
“My pleasure, Olivia. I have a wide selection of books. You can choose by genre, author, or title.”
Olivia was grinning from ear to ear now. Listening to books was not the same as reading them herself, but it was better than never reading again. “Do you have anything about overprotective Dominant Daddies?” She was sort of kidding. That answer was far too specific, but she couldn’t resist asking. After all, she wondered if this lifestyle she’d fallen into was a thing other people knew about and read about.
“Of course. There are many authors who write books about Daddy Doms and Littles. Would you like me to choose one for you?”
Olivia was shocked, partially because she was surprised this device was so smart and specific but also because she hadn’t expected to find out there were books about Daddies. As far as she knew, nothing like that had been available to her in the valley. “Please.”
After a few seconds, the kind woman inside the tablet spoke again. “I’ve downloaded a book by Paige Michaels called Eloise’s Daddies . It appears to be banned from some venues, so I pulled it from the author’s website. When you’re finished, you’ll have the option of rating the book. You can also begin to personalize your collection with me by choosing from several options, including show me more books like this one or select more books by this author .”
Olivia was stunned. “Okay. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Would you like me to start it now?”
Olivia was so excited she completely forgot where she was and that her Daddy would have heard her talking. Did she really care? Nope. She glanced unseeing in his direction and continued. “Yes, please.”
The device informed her of a variety of instructions she could use while reading: pause, stop, rewind thirty seconds, start over, go to the previous chapter, etcetera.
Crawling over to the beanbag, she curled onto her side and pulled the blanket over her. The only thing that would make everything more perfect would be if she weren’t wearing a soaked diaper. She wasn’t about to ask Daddy to change it, though. It was humiliating enough that he’d insisted she use it. She wasn’t ready for him to remove it.
Parting her legs slightly to keep from pressing against the thickness of the diaper, she realized she was lying to herself. The reason she didn’t want her Daddy to change the wet diaper had nothing to do with him finding out she produced urine like all living beings. It had everything to do with the fact that changing her meant strapping her to that table, spreading her legs, and making her pussy throb from the mortification.
There was no reason to be embarrassed that she had wet herself. That was his fault. He could have taken her to the bathroom like she’d asked. Her embarrassment stemmed from the way her body reacted to being restrained and exposed.
The book began, and Olivia was transported into a world she’d known nothing about before today. A world where there were Dominant men like Damon who took care of their women in exactly the way Daddy intended to take care of her.
She immediately got caught up in the story, squirming almost from the first page. There were books that featured characters living in relationships like the one she’d just discovered…
Olivia was deep into the book when she jolted out of her private world by a hand landing on her head. She froze for a moment, wondering what to do about the book until she finally remembered. “Pause, please.”
The audio stopped playing, and she removed the noise-cancelling headset. She hadn’t heard her Daddy approach at all.
“I hated to interrupt you, Little one, but dinner is ready, and I know you have to be hungry. How about if I change your diaper so you can eat?”
Olivia was breathing heavily from the intensity of the book. She felt flushed. Did he notice?
And then she reminded herself she was supposed to be angry with him, so she crossed her arms and pasted on her furrowed brow and pouting lips. “Can I have panties?”
He chuckled. “Little rebel, you are going to challenge me every day for the rest of my life, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
His laugh made her salty as he leaned in closer so his face was inches from hers. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You can wear panties for the rest of the evening if you admit you were listening to a book about Daddies, and it made you squirm.”
She gasped. Her mouth fell open.
Daddy gently took the headset out of her hand and set it on the shelf with the tablet. He reached under her arms and lifted her out of the enclosure next.
She twisted her body, trying to get him to put her down. She didn’t want the heavy diaper pressing against her.
Daddy paid no attention to her squirming. In fact, he simply drew her in close to his body, contained her easily by pinning her hands to her sides, and carried her out of the room.
“It’s not fair that you’re so much bigger and stronger than me. I can’t defend myself,” she argued.
He kissed her neck. “Defend yourself against what? This?” He set his wrist against her thigh, pressing the mark into her skin.
She instantly arched her entire body as arousal flooded through her. Between the naughty book she’d been listening to, the realization that he was about to restrain and expose her again, and the way he used that mark as a weapon, she was about to come.
He had no trouble keeping his grip on her and didn’t comment. When he reached the changing table, he efficiently lowered her onto her back. Without a word, he easily restrained her wrists above her head and her tummy to the table before adding tight straps that bent her knees and forced her legs wide.
Olivia was panting, the need growing with every second. As soon as he whisked the diaper away, her moans filled the room.
Without a word, he gently wiped her sensitive skin, and then he surprised her by releasing her, standing her on her feet, and helping her into a pair of panties.
Still squatting in front of her, he wrapped his fingers around her biceps and kissed her. “You are ten times more important to me than I ever expected. You’re my everything. Everything , Olivia. I want the world for you. I want you to have whatever you want in life. I will move mountains if that’s what it takes to ensure you are the happiest woman alive.”
His voice was so sincere. He made her chest tighten. She stumbled and would have fallen on her butt if he hadn’t been holding her up. Suddenly she lurched forward and threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him over backward.
He caught her, though, and lifted her off the floor, holding her around the waist. He kissed her all over her face as he carried her out to the kitchen. He was growling as he set her on a strange chair that seemed to be high off the floor.
Olivia was panting and discombobulated from all the abrupt changes. One moment, she’d been nearly naked on the changing table. The next moment, she’d been standing in front of him while he told her the sweetest things ever. A second after that, he’d lifted her into the air and messed with her equilibrium. Finally, she was seated…where?
He pushed her short dress out of the way and parted her thighs. A moment later, he pulled something between her legs and around her waist before she heard a click.
“What are you doing?”
“Fastening you into the highchair, Baby girl.”
“Highchair?”
“It was over in the corner. I didn’t mention it during your brief tour. Lift your arms, Little rebel.”
She did as she was told, flinching when something locked in front of her.
Daddy lowered her arms, helping her feel the tray. He kissed her forehead. “Did the Little girl in the book you were reading have a highchair?”
Her face heated, and she pursed her lips. She wasn’t going to talk to him about the book. “I wasn’t reading it. I was listening .” She couldn’t keep the pout out of her voice.
“Is there a difference, Baby girl?” He walked away as he asked the question.
She gasped. “Of course there’s a difference. Don’t you know anything?”
He chuckled. “I’m finding out there are a lot of things I don’t know. Teach me, Little one. Tell me the difference.”
“Well, for one thing, I’m stuck listening at a particular pace. I can’t easily slow down during the sexy parts and savor them. Also, I’m stuck with the voice of the computer. Sure, it sounds really close to a human, and sure, I bet I can pick a different voice if I want, but I’d rather read a book in my hands and hear the voices the way I want to in my head.”
“Ah. That makes sense.” He set a plate in front of her and guided her hands toward it. “Burger at nine o’clock. Fries at three o’clock. Juice next to your plate in the upper right corner. Napkin on the left. Do you need anything else? Catsup?”
She shook her head. “I stopped eating catsup when I could no longer control how much got on my fries. It was annoying.”
“Mmm.” He sat next to her. She heard the pop of what she assumed was the lid of the catsup and then the soft whizz that sounded when he squirted some on his plate. “How much is the right amount, Little rebel?”
She shrugged. “About one-quarter of the fry dipped in straight and pulled back out. Not dripping. Not scooped. Just a hint of the tomato sauce.” She giggled. “At least that’s what I remember. It’s been a while. It’s not like my parents were going to dip each of my fries for me. I just stopped doing it.”
She carefully felt around her plate, exploring the items before locating her juice. Trying not to tip it over, she discovered there was a handle.
“It won’t spill, Baby girl. It’s got a lid. Use both hands. There are two handles and a spout on top.”
She stared in his direction, not really seeing more than his outline, as that same sensation she’d felt so many times today returned. Gratitude that he was so thoughtful mixed with frustration that he was treating her so babyish.
“Little rebel…” he drawled in a warning tone. “Every Little girl on the mountain uses a sippy cup.”
“If I find out you lied to me, Daddy, I will never forgive you.”
He leaned close, kissed her nose, and drew back. “I will never lie to you. Promise. Open up.”
She frowned.
“Your mouth. Open.”
She parted her lips and startled when he slid a fry into her mouth.
“How’d I do?”
She chewed around the perfect fry before moaning. “Oh, wow. I’d forgotten. That’s good. Thank you.” Emotions made her chest tight.
“Open, Baby girl.”
She parted her lips again and accepted another fry. “Daddy… You can’t feed me. I have to do things for myself.”
“Oh, my sweet Olivia, I so can feed you, and I will. Often. I will because it’s the way of my people. I will because I love the way you just moaned around that fry. I will feed you because my instinct is to do everything for you. The only reason I put that burger on your plate is because I thought you might actually revolt and run for the door if I tried to cut it up and control every aspect of this meal. You can expect me to do so often.”
Once again, it was hard to process what he was saying. His intentions were so foreign to her. So unexpected. Instead of arguing, she asked, “Can I have another fry, Daddy?”