Chapter 6

Chapter Six

I must have dozed off because the next thing I know Theo is sitting next to me again. He’s rubbing my shoulder. “How are you feeling, Layla?”

I roll to my back, blink, and pull the pacifier out. The light doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. There’s a dull throb in my head, but it’s not as debilitating. It’s more bearable than before.

Theo smiles. “There’s my girl. The pain is better?”

“Yes, Sir.” I look closely at him. I really haven’t had a chance to explore his features. He’s the handsomest man ever. I love the way he smiles at me. That’s the best part.

I don’t want him to put his finger inside my bottom again, though, so I say, “I won’t need more medicine. I’m all better now.”

He chuckles, his body shaking. “Naughty girl. Lying to Daddy will get you in a heap of trouble.” He lifts a brow.

My face heats as I lower my gaze.

“Do you think you can get up and come have some chicken noodle soup at the table? If not, I can either bring it up here and feed you or I could fix you another bottle.”

The bottle was yummy, and having Theo feed it to me was even better, but I don’t want to be such a big baby and suggest that again.

“How about if I carry you downstairs for some soup, and then if you’re still hungry, I’ll rock you, and you can take some more formula?”

I swallow. That sounds like heaven. Maybe I did die. Except my head is still pulsing, and I don’t think I should be in pain if I’m in heaven. “Okay,” I murmur.

Theo slides his hand behind my head and helps me sit up. When he pulls the covers back, I reach for the hem of the shirt to tug it down. It’s not covering my pussy.

When he scoops me up to cradle me in his arms, I struggle. “I can walk, Theo.”

“Not today, Little one. I don’t want you to get dizzy and fall on the stairs.” He nods toward the bathroom. “Do you need to go potty first?”

My cheeks heat further as I nod.

He carries me into the bathroom and straight over to the toilet where he sets me down directly on the potty.

I gasp, feeling exposed as he squats in front of me, keeping his hands on my hips. “Can you wait outside?” I ask.

“No, Little one. What if you fall?”

“I won’t fall.”

“You don’t know that for sure. You have a concussion. You could get woozy and teeter to the side.”

“But…” I lick my lips. “I can’t pee with you watching me.”

“I’ll close my eyes.” He makes a big production out of squeezing his eyes shut tight.

I can’t help but giggle. “That’s not going to work. You have to go out of the room and shut the door.”

He looks at me again. “Not today, Little one. We can reevaluate walking and going potty tomorrow. I don’t want to take risks today. If you really don’t want to use the potty, I can put a diaper on you. Does that sound better?”

I shudder. I should have seen this coming after the bottle and the pacifier. But I didn’t let myself think about it.

Theo slides one hand up to my face and strokes my cheek. “Do you wear diapers sometimes at home, Little one?”

I shake my head. I’ve never tried them or anything else this young.

“I bet you’d like it,” he continues. “I could put some bandages on the scrapes on the backs of your thighs to protect your skin from the elastic. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about diapers, Layla. Did you know all Littles on the island wear diapers?”

I shake my head. I didn’t know that.

“Yep. All of them. All the time. It’s a rule. Some Littles have trouble getting used to diapers at first, but I’ve heard it’s very freeing. Diapered Littles can relax into age play without constantly worrying about making it to the potty. At Littleworld none of the Baby girls and boys have to rush to the potty. They can just go wherever they’re at, and their caregiver can take them to a changing station when needed.”

“Have you been to Littleworld?” I ask. I’ve always heard it was the most wonderful place on Earth, but I’ve never imagined I would ever go there.

“Nope. I’ve never had a Little girl to take with me. Maybe you’ll be willing to go with me when you’re feeling better.”

My eyes widen. Is he serious? I’m still reeling from the idea of him thinking I could be his forever. I can’t even begin to process the possibility of vacationing with him on the island.

He smiles. Without a word, he lifts me back up off the potty and carries me out of the room.

My breath hitches. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I’m nervous.

Theo lifts me upright and settles me on his hip.

I grab his neck, but my head is spinning now. It’s not from the concussion. It’s because my bare pussy is pressing against his T-shirt. I don’t dare comment. I’m mortified. He’s going to find out how wet I am. I’m sure my arousal is soaking his shirt. I wasn’t even aroused until two seconds ago when he arranged me like this. Now I’m about to combust.

He steps into an empty room, confusing me. “Do you know what this room is going to be, Little one?”

I shake my head. It’s hard to focus on anything but my clit.

“Your nursery. I ordered furniture for you while you were napping.”

My jaw drops open. He ordered furniture for a nursery for me? I can’t wrap my head around that.

He keeps talking as he slowly turns in a circle, pointing. “I think the crib will fit best in that corner. The changing table can go on that wall. A toybox and shelves for games and puzzles over there. Maybe a bean bag chair next to the toys. I ordered a rocking chair for me to feed you and read to you. It can go in that corner. What do you think?”

My bottom lip trembles. I’m going to cry. Tears well up.

Theo rubs my back. “Oh, sweet girl. Don’t cry.” He pulls me closer, nestling my head against his shoulder as he exits the room.

The next thing I know we’re in what I have to assume is the master bedroom. Theo lowers me onto the top of a very tall king-sized bed. He keeps one hand on my tummy while he reaches down to grab something from the drawer on the nightstand.

I bite my lip when he holds up a diaper. “How do you feel about pink?” He grins.

I bite down harder, unable to respond. My heart is racing. I can’t believe he’s going to diaper me, and I’m too stunned and curious to stop him. What can it hurt? Wearing it isn’t even half as scary as the fact that he’s going to spread my legs open and see my pussy first. It’s all happening so fast.

Theo sets the diaper on the bed next to me and grabs a few other items before lifting my ankles up and sliding a pad underneath me. Next, he pushes my shirt up my tummy.

I squeeze my thighs together. Nerves are killing me. I don’t know why. I’m not a virgin or anything, but it’s been a while since I last had sex, and I’ve never actually had an intimate relationship with a Daddy. I’ve never had any sort of relationship with a Daddy.

I feel more vulnerable than I would if this were a vanilla situation. I can get hurt easier in my Little space. My Little is far more sensitive than my adult.

Theo sets his palms down on either side of me and leans over. “Deep breaths, Little one. It’s just a diaper. Is your pussy shaved, Baby girl?”

A shiver races through me when he calls me Baby girl. It’s hard to focus on the question, and my face is now ten hundred degrees. “No, Sir,” I whisper. Is that important?

“It’s better to have your pussy free of hair when you wear diapers so the moisture doesn’t get trapped against your skin. I’m going to put a cream on you and let it sit for a few minutes, then I’ll wipe away the cream and the hair. How does that sound?”

“Scary,” I admit in a whisper.

He smiles. “It won’t hurt a bit. It might feel warm, but that’s all.”

It seems like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. “Okay.” I can’t believe I just agreed to this. It’s hard to tell him no. His Dominant is so very strong. I’m sure he could command me with a look and no words.

Theo gives me another of his amazing smiles. “Good girl.” He pushes to standing and palms my knees. “Spread your legs open wide for me, Baby girl.”

A soft moan escapes my mouth as I part my legs for him, exposing myself so thoroughly that my heart is now beating in my ears. I hold my breath as he squeezes something onto his fingers, and I stiffen entirely when he rubs it all over my pussy.

It’s warm, but not as warm as his fingers. It seems like he takes forever getting it in between my folds and down around my tight bottom hole.

“Such a good girl. Stay nice and still for me while the hair remover dissolves your hair, okay?” He cleans his fingers on a few wipes.

“Yes, Sir.” I don’t dare move. He’s so clinical that a new worry comes to mind. Maybe he wants a Little girl who can submit deeply to him without having a sexual relationship. My pussy is so wet that I know that’s not the kind of Little I am. I’m half in love with this man, and we just met a few hours ago.

“What’s your favorite color, Little one?” he asks, leaning over me again. He’s distracting me while the cream does its job.

“Pink,” I whisper. “My Little likes pink. My adult prefers black.”

He chuckles. “Black?”

“I mean clothes and shoes and stuff. “She’s not very colorful.”

“Ah, I see. What’s your favorite stuffie?”

“My elephant. Her name is Phoebe.”

“Oh, good name for an elephant. Is she pink?”

“Yes.” I giggle. He’s doing a great job of distracting me.

“Favorite food?”

“Blue things.”

He laughs hard. “You mentioned the flavor blue earlier. I don’t get it.”

I shrug. “You should try it. Blue is great. Most things say blue raspberry, but that’s not a thing. Have you ever seen a blue raspberry?”

“Nope. Can’t say I have.”

“See? They just made it up. Blue is its own flavor. It’s yummy, especially blue lollipops.”

“Ah, I’ll have to remember that. Favorite number?”

“Eight.”

“You answered so fast. Why eight?”

“It’s all circly with no sharp edges. Everyone likes eight,” I declare.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are so deep and sexy. I want to touch them, but I keep my hands fisted at my sides. For long seconds he just stares at me, smiling like he’s won the lottery.

Finally, he leans back to grab a wipe and gently starts cleaning the cream and hair from my pussy. It feels so strange. He’s rather clinical about it, but I’m not. I keep thinking about what it would feel like if he put his mouth there and pushed a finger into me. I want that.

When he’s satisfied that I’m totally clean, he picks up another tube and squeezes ointment onto his fingers.

“What’s that one, Daddy?” I gasp as soon as the word leaves my mouth.

Theo stops moving and meets my gaze. “Say it again,” he whispers.

I swallow.

“Say it, Baby girl. It was like music.”

“Daddy…” I whisper. It just slipped out the first time, but it feels right. After all, the man is putting a diaper on me. It’s only natural I should call him Daddy.

He leans over and kisses my forehead before setting one hand on my pelvis to hold me steady. He then rubs the ointment onto me with his other fingers. “It’s diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your sensitive skin.”

I’m panting as his fingers trail all over my pussy. He doesn’t miss a spot. He even pushes the hood back from my clit and applies the ointment to my swollen little nub. When he slides his fingers lower to coat my puckered hole, I arch right off the changing pad, moaning.

Daddy puts the lid back on the cream and wipes his fingers again. “You are the prettiest Little girl in the world, Layla. I’m so glad you ran into me this morning.”

Was that just this morning? It seems like eons ago.

He bends down to kiss my tummy, making me giggle again. I’m so happy. Can it last? Can this be real? Can he be my Daddy for real? I’m scared to believe that’s possible.

“I’m going to look at the scrapes on your bottom now, Baby girl. Can you pull your knees up to your chest and hold them for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” I tip my legs up, wrap my arms under my knees, and pull them toward my face.

“Perfect. Good girl. Hold steady for me.” He touches my booboos in a few spots. “This isn’t too bad. I’ll put a large bandage on each side to protect the scrapes from the elastic. I bet it won’t hurt at all in a few days.”

Does he think I’ll still be here in a few days? He’s making me a nursery. I should probably feel pressured, but I don’t. It’s not me I’m worried about. I could easily agree to be his Little girl without flinching. It’s him I’m worried about. If he changes his mind, I will be devastated, especially after he takes care of me with so much kindness.

“Don’t move, Baby girl. I don’t want you to fall off the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leaves and returns a moment later with a box of bandages. It only takes a few seconds to put them on. “You can lower your legs now. Spread them open for me again.”

I obey him, but I’m panting, and wetness is leaking from my pussy. What will he think if he sees it?

He slides the pink diaper under me, lifts the front up, and fastens it at my waist. When he’s done, he leans over the top of me again, hands near my head. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

My cheeks are hot, and I’m trembling with arousal.

“I know you’re aroused, Baby girl. No reason to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal. I’m aroused, too. And I’m really glad we’re on the same page. I bet you need to pee pretty badly by now, huh?”

I slowly nod.

He lifts one hand and sets it on my tummy.

I whimper and pull my knees up when he finds my bladder.

“Let it go, Baby girl. I promise it’s only hard the first time. It will get easier.”

I’ve never even peed in front of someone, let alone in a diaper. Plus he’s hovering over me, his eyes on mine. He’s so patient, rubbing my stomach, pressing in just the right spot to make me almost lose control.

I squeeze my eyes closed and focus. How bad can it be? He’s not going to relent. All I need to do is pee, and then I’ll be so much more comfortable.

Finally, I relax my muscles and fill the diaper. My cheeks heat from embarrassment, but Daddy simply kisses my forehead. “So proud of you. Let’s get you changed and then we can go downstairs and get some soup in you.”

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