Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Eli is quick to rinse my hair, let the water out, and lift me from the tub. He sets me on my feet and dries me off, squeezing my hair to get most of the moisture out of it.
When he’s done, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Without a word, he lifts me off the floor and lays me on my back so my legs are dangling off the edge.
“Pull your knees up and spread them open wide for Daddy, Baby girl.”
I do as I’m told even though I should be beyond mortified. I’m so much more exposed now. He can see everything, including my butthole.
“Good girl.” He grabs one of my diapers, tips my legs back farther, and slides it under me.
For a moment, I think he might close it up and leave me like this—so horny I might self-combust. Instead, he picks up the bag he brought from his apartment, opens it, and pulls out two items. He holds up the first. “I’m going to take your temperature, Little one. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
Next, he holds up a tube of something. “This is lube. When I put things in your bottom, I will always rub lubricant on your entrance and the item to be sure you’re not injured.”
“You’re going to put lots of things in my bottom, aren’t you, Daddy?”
He smiles. “Such a smart girl. Yes, Little one, many things. The thermometer is so small you’ll hardly notice, but it will give you a chance to experience having me slide something into your tiny hole.”
I bite my bottom lip and watch as he pops the lid of the lube before squeezing some onto the thermometer and his finger. He holds the end of the rod with one hand while he reaches between my legs with the other to lubricate my tight hole.
I flinch because it’s cold. And because it feels so strange.
I’m gripping my bent knees, but he puts his hands on the back of my thigh and presses so that my torso rocks back farther. He holds me in this position, my bottom so exposed, keeping me from moving.
The thermometer is small, but the moment it slides into me, I tip my head back and moan.
Eli adjusts it, moving it in and out, forcing me to feel everything. Finally he holds it steady inside me and lifts his head. “Look at me, Grace.”
I’m panting as I lower my gaze.
“Good girl. Do you know why I’m taking your temperature?”
I hesitate, trying to process his words. It’s not because I’m sick. It’s… It’s because I have this kinky fetish, and he knows it. My pussy is spread wide and pulsing. My arousal is dripping out of me. “Because it makes me horny,” I murmur.
He smiles. “That’s right. Such a smart girl.” Somehow he manages to steady the thermometer with his finger and reach his thumb up to stroke through my folds. Luckily he’s prepared for me to arch because he holds me down firmly. If he didn’t, I might get injured.
I whimper as he draws more and more wetness from my pussy. He doesn’t even penetrate me. He’s just stroking across the opening over and over, slowly, until I think I might scream.
“Eyes on mine, Baby girl.”
I blink. It’s hard to focus. His thumb is so distracting. He knows it. At the slowest snail’s pace ever, he eases his thumbpad upward until he finally covers my clit and presses down. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
I come so hard that my entire body convulses. My clit throbs against the pressure. My pussy grips at nothing, weeping with the need to have something inside.
The thermometer is gone. He removed it before I shattered. His middle finger is pressing against my tight hole. It’s like he’s holding me hostage between his thumb and finger. I’ll gladly be his hostage for the rest of my life.
Eli leans over me, his forehead coming to mine, his fingers still in the same place. “That’s my good girl. Take a deep breath.”
I try. It’s hard. I’m nearly hyperventilating from the experience. I’m overwhelmed with emotions. Part of me wants to wiggle free from his touch. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I can’t, though. He’s holding me down, preventing me from escaping.
Though he’s not moving, the pressure is causing my orgasm to linger, pulses of it making me flinch every few seconds.
“Good girl,” he soothes again. “I want another one, Grace. Give Daddy another orgasm.” His thumb moves slightly over my clit, making me whimper. My fingers are sore from gripping my knees, helping him expose myself. I can’t let go, though. I want to obey him.
He strokes the puckered flesh around my tight butthole, not entering me, teasing just enough to make it known that he could if he wanted to.
Maybe he will push his finger into me. I don’t know.
I don’t care. It should mortify me, but it doesn’t.
This is Eli. He’s made it clear he intends to breach my bottom.
Hell, he’s made it clear he won’t be the only one.
If I go with him to Littleworld, strangers will explore my naughty hole, too.
The thought of a doctor I don’t know pushing something into my bottom while Eli watches makes my clit throb harder.
“Come, sweet girl. Now.”
I don’t know how he does that, but I come, the tremors of another release shaking the bed.
As I float down from heaven, Eli removes his hand, releases my legs, and drops onto his elbows, straddling my head.
He presses his body between my legs and kisses me with all the passion that matches the energy in the air.
His kiss is long and hard, and when he finally releases my lips, he nibbles a path to my ear. “Thank you, Grace. Thank you for trusting me enough to let me see you at your most vulnerable.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tightly. “Thank you,” I whisper. It seems like I’m the one who should be grateful. He just took me to the moon.
When Eli pulls back, he drops a few more kisses on my lips before opening my nightstand. I watch him as he rummages around, not certain what he’s looking for but not interrupting him.
I don’t have secrets from him anymore. It’s like I’ve known him months instead of one day. Whatever he sees in there doesn’t matter. He can explore all he wants.
Eventually he holds up a tube of ointment. It’s unexpected, and I blush. “This was buried, Little one. You don’t put diaper cream on every night?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper. “Only when I get itchy.”
“You wouldn’t get itchy if you wore it every time. It protects your skin, Baby girl.” He squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers and then rubs it into my folds and all around my pussy.
I glance toward the bathroom. Usually I potty before I go to bed. I don’t lie down with the intention of wetting myself. I don’t always use the diapers. I just like the comfort of wearing them at night.
“What are you looking at, Little one?”
“Uh, I should go potty first.”
He frowns. “Why would you do that?”
I bite my lip.
He cleans his fingers before closing the diaper around me. His large palm comes to my tummy, and he presses against my bladder. It’s pretty full. I haven’t peed since before he came to get me.
“You should always pee after an orgasm, Little one, but from now on your orgasms will all be mine, and you’ll use a diaper afterward.” His voice is firm. He holds my gaze the entire time.
I shudder. This is the first time he’s commanded me to do something so intimate. He’s not backing down.
He continues to rub over my bladder, making it difficult to hold back.
His other hand lands near my shoulder, and he hovers over me.
“I say that because I’m taking my cues from you, Grace.
I can see from your body language that you like it when I’m firm.
It’s startling because you’ve never had a Daddy before, but you like boundaries and rules.
That’s totally normal for a Little. So, from now on the rule is that you’ll wear a diaper when I say so without argument, and you’ll use it. ”
I shudder at his words. He’s right. He reads me well. I couldn’t have known how I would react to a bossy Daddy until he stepped into my life, but I do like the way he asserts his authority.
He drops to his elbow, sets his palm on the top of my head, and rubs my nose with his.
“It’s only hard the first time. Don’t fight it, Little one.
This has nothing to do with wetting yourself.
It’s about control. It’s a power exchange.
I’m asking you to submit to me. I know you want to, but there’s a war in your head.
It’s normal. When you’re ready to give me your submission, you will. ”
His hand on my tummy is maddening. All this talk of submitting is fine, but I really need to pee, and he’s making it hard to deny him. As badly as I want to obey him, he’s right again. I’m holding on to the last piece of my stubborn side by a thread.
This is huge. It could have been anything, but it’s not.
We’re at this precipice over diaper use.
It’s my free will because to a certain extent, I’m the one in control of my bladder.
Not indefinitely and I can hardly compete against his fingers prodding my tummy, but I’m the one who has to decide to let go.
This could have been over taking a bottle or brushing my teeth. It could have been about putting my toys away or making my bed. Eventually I would have pulled out a stubborn card and used it to test him and myself. That moment is now.
He’s so calm. His face is relaxed. He’s not frustrated or angry.
He’s not going to punish me. He’s just waiting.
Waiting for me to give myself to him. I know several things all at once.
The most important is that he’s a patient man.
If I can’t do this right now, he won’t force me nor will he be upset.
If I asked, he would immediately let me get up and go use the toilet.
Submitting to Eli in this moment is not mandatory. It doesn’t change anything. If I’m not ready, it doesn’t mean he would walk out on me and never come back. It simply means I need more time.
We’re operating on a very strange speedy timeline. It just happened. It fell into place. But I can slow down. I know it in my heart. I can look him in the eyes, tell him to let me go potty. He would kiss me gently and release me. He would still read to me and tuck me into bed.
Eli is asking me to trust him. And I do with shocking clarity.
I want him to be my Daddy. I want to turn my care over to him.
With every passing second, I feel stronger that some crazy force of nature put Eli in my path.
That same force gave me time to look at him.
Six months. And then She whipped that piece of mail out of my hands so that it slid under his door at a moment when he happened to notice.
I’m not usually one to believe in Fate or any woo-woo stuff, but a calm settles over me. Peace. Happiness. I release a long slow breath and relax my bladder as tears slowly trail out of the corners of my eyes. Not tears of sadness or anxiety or even frustration. Tears of joy.
Eli shifts his palm from my tummy down to the front of my diaper, cupping me there and pressing against me, putting emphasis on the fact that I’m actively submitting to him. His eyes never leave mine. His brow is intense and deeply furrowed, but he’s smiling. Pleased.
His thumb smooths down to brush away the tears from my temple. “Such a good girl. I know that was hard.”
Eli kisses my forehead before quietly easing back. I watch him intently while he opens my diaper, cleans my skin as gently as possible, plants a reverent kiss on my pussy, and reapplies protective cream.
When I’m freshly diapered, he meets my gaze again with his intense one and growls, “Mine.”