Chapter 5
Chapter Five
My heart is also hammering. It doesn’t stop when he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. It doesn’t stop when he scoots closer to me, lining our bodies up. It doesn’t stop when he slides his hand into the back of my hair and cups my head.
“May I kiss you, Grace?”
“Yes, Sir.” My response is breathy. I want nothing more in the world than for him to kiss me.
“How many men have you kissed, sweet girl?”
The blood drains from my face. Will he be disappointed in my answer?
“Grace… Baby girl. There is no right or wrong answer. I’m just gathering information. Like your special drawer of toys, I want to know everything about you so I can react accordingly.”
I lick my lips. “None.”
His thumb slides around to my cheek, and he stares at my lips while he strokes them.
I open for him, loving the feel of the pad of his thumb on my mouth. So soft. So intimate. And the way he’s staring at me like he’s won the lottery…
Slowly he brings his lips to mine until he’s kissing me. Gently at first and then with more passion. He angles his head to one side and licks the seam of my lips.
I open for him, wanting his tongue in my mouth. I want to taste him. I want everything with him. I reach out and grab his arm while he deepens the kiss, holding on, praying this isn’t a dream.
If I wake up and realize none of this was real, I’ll cry for two days.
Eli kisses me for a long time. We’re both panting when he finally pulls back.
I whimper and lean into him. My body is on fire.
He brings his hand down to my side and then eases it up to cup my breast. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Grace.”
Sexy? Me? I’ve never thought of myself as sexy.
I arch and moan when his thumb grazes over my nipple. “Precious,” he mutters.
“Eli…” I don’t even know what to ask for. I’m out of my element here. Everything is uncharted territory. He surely knows that, since I just admitted to not having been kissed. Obviously I haven’t had sex either.
Holding my gaze, he releases my breast and grips the small of my back instead. He’s breathing deeply.
I find myself pouting. Why did he stop?
He smiles. “I’ve taken more liberties with you tonight than I intended to, sweet girl. I’m not taking any other firsts tonight. We’ll save those for other nights. I’m going to leave now.”
I gasp. “Leave?”
He nods. “Yes, Little one. It’s late. You need to take these wet panties off and put on a diaper. Don’t forget to brush your teeth, too. You shouldn’t go to sleep with strawberry syrup in your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” I sigh. I don’t know this bold side of me, but I don’t want him to go.
“I have a request,” he says.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t touch yourself tonight. Leave those vibrators in the drawer. Don’t touch yourself without permission at all. Let your need grow. I want your next orgasm to be mine.”
I squeeze my thighs together. Is he serious? My pussy floods at the demand. It’s not really a request.
“Can you do that for Daddy, sweet girl?”
I slowly nod.
“If you’re wondering how I would know, trust me. I will know. I don’t think you’ll be a very good liar. If you fib to Daddy, I will figure it out. All I’ll have to do is look in your eyes and ask.” He lifts a brow.
“Poop.” He’s right.
He chuckles before sliding off the side of the bed. Surprising me, he grabs my ankles and drags me closer before setting his hands on either side of my head. He leans down so that only a few inches separate us. “What time do you finish working?”
“Five,” I somehow manage to respond.
“Good. It will give you time to adjust your headspace before I get here. Change clothes. Color me that picture. I’ll be here at six-thirty. We can go across the hall to my place if you’d like. I’ll make you dinner. We’ll spend the evening together. And, Grace…”
“What?” I ask eagerly.
“I intend to keep my pants on for a while, but prepare yourself emotionally. I’d like to have your permission to give you a bath and diaper you myself tomorrow night. If you’re not ready, I’ll understand, but think about it. Okay?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. I can’t wrap my head around that idea.
My brain is mush. The thought of him spreading my legs and seeing my pussy so close and personal makes me…
I don’t know what it does to me. It makes me wet for sure, but it’s scary.
It might be easier to have sex with him than to let him diaper me.
That’s a level of intimate far beyond sex.
“Teeth, diaper, bed, Little one. Use the pacifier. Not your thumb. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He bends and kisses me again, this time briefly. Before I know it, he’s gone. He leaves so fast I’m still panting and staring at the open door to my bedroom as I hear my apartment door close.
It takes me several minutes before I can rise onto my elbows. When I do, I look down to see that my nightgown rose up to my breasts when he dragged me. My panties are fully exposed.
I almost wish he’d dragged me a few more inches so my breasts would have been bared to him. I like that he fled my apartment a bit off-kilter. He was turned on by me. This new bold version of me would have enjoyed seeing his expression if he’d seen my chest.
I’m trembling as I rise off my bed and make my way to the living room. It’s tidier than it’s been in months. He did this. When I wake up tomorrow and wonder if it was all a dream, I’ll know it wasn’t as soon as I step out here and see everything in its place.
I engage the deadbolt, turn off the lights, and return to my bedroom. After brushing my teeth and using the potty, I pad to my bed. Duh. He couldn’t have missed the pile of diapers I keep on the shelf under the nightstand drawer. I grab one, slip out of my panties, and lie on my back to put it on.
What would it be like to have someone else diaper me?
Maybe tomorrow I will find out. That part doesn’t scare me as much as actually wetting myself in front of him or letting him change me.
That’s another level of intimacy I’m not sure I’m ready for.
But I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. If I come to it.
I pop my pacifier in my mouth, find my favorite tiger stuffie—Archie—and slip under the covers. My mind won’t shut down, and I find myself reaching up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.
I’m hornier than ever, and I hate that he commanded me not to use my vibrators. He didn’t say I couldn’t come, though… Who am I kidding? Yes, he did. It was implied. He said he wanted my next orgasm to be his. How hot is that?
The thought of him touching my pussy…
I slide my fingers up to my lips, remembering his kiss. My first kiss. It was perfect. And then the way he cupped my breast and thumbed my nipple…
My thoughts are all over the place. I’m restless. I want to yank open that drawer and grab one of my vibrators. The pink one that rotates up inside me while the rabbit ears vibrate against my clit.
I may be a virgin, but only from the standpoint of not having ever had sex with an actual human.
I’ve closed my eyes and visualized having sex with men lots of times.
I’m a grown woman. I may be introverted to the point of barely leaving my home, but I’m smart and resourceful.
I’ve watched videos and read books. I know how to take care of my needs.
Until tonight, I never imagined I would meet a man and enter into a relationship. Let alone a Daddy. I’m too awkward. Plus I’m Little. I’ve never considered going to bars or any other places where I might meet someone. Preposterous.
But Eli lives across the hall from me. What if I hadn’t dropped a piece of mail on the floor and it hadn’t miraculously slid under his door? What if he hadn’t been home? What if he hadn’t noticed it for hours or days?
Funny how I stood there in the hallway, praying he wouldn’t see it and open his door. I was mortified when he popped out of his apartment. Tongue-tied. Scared out of my mind. Awkward as fuck. I even ran into my apartment and crawled into the back of my closet.
I groan as I recall the details. My horror had switched to something entirely different as soon as he got down on his hands and knees to join me.
Now I’m grinning.
I’m also horny.
I roll toward the drawer and stare at it. I could masturbate. Would he really know? Ugh. Of course he would. He will ask me, and he’s right, I’m a shitty liar.
But…so what? What would happen next? I clench my butt cheeks together as I ponder the possibility that he might spank me for touching myself. The Daddies in books and videos almost always pull the Little girls’ panties down before spanking them.
Maybe it would be worth it. I’m salivating at the thought of being spanked for real. Not just in my head. I have no idea what it will feel like, but I want to know.
On the other hand, what if he uses a different form of punishment for touching myself? Like writing lines or timeout. What if he decides I’m too naughty to have as a Little?
Ugh. I roll onto my back, fist my hands, and punch the mattress at my sides. I’m not the sort of Little who disobeys her Daddy. Even though this has never been put to the test in a real-world scenario, I’ve always known it in my head.
So, I take deep breaths and fight the urge to touch myself. Eventually I manage to fall asleep.