Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
When I wake up on the third day at Theo’s house, I feel much more myself. For the first time, my head isn’t foggy or throbbing. I manage to push to sitting without wincing. My tailbone still hurts, but Dr. Rubio—Connor—said it could take weeks or even months to fully heal. It was badly bruised. My elbows are scabbed over, and the abrasions on the backs of my thighs have stopped itching.
What I want now is a shower. Daddy said it wasn’t safe for me to take a bath or shower until this morning. That’s the most important thing on my agenda.
I’m not surprised when he steps into the room. I’m well aware he has a monitor sitting on the nightstand that alerts him every time I so much as breathe.
“Hey there, Little one. How are you feeling?”
“All better. Can I take a shower now?”
He chuckles as he sits next to me. “How about a bath. That’s safer. I’ll wash you, and you can play with toys.”
I lick my lips. He’s seen every inch of me naked, but it’s been mostly clinical up until now. A bath will leave me fully exposed to him, and if he’s going to run his hands all over my body…
He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. “Not negotiable, Baby girl,” he says in his firmest tone.
“Okay…” I sigh, resigned. The man is bossy. I’m going to have to get used to that if I want to actually have a relationship with him. The truth is I like it when he gets all growly. It brings goosebumps to my skin and makes my pussy wet. At least if I’m in the bathtub, maybe he won’t notice.
He chuckles, still looking in my eyes. “I’m learning to read you better every day, Little one.”
I purse my lips, hoping he’s wrong.
He surprises me when he lowers his palm to my breast and cups it over the thin material of my shirt. When his thumb strokes over my nipple, I gasp.
“Mmm. The truth is my girl thrives on boundaries and dominance.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t say anything. I’m too tongue-tied because he’s still thrumming my nipple. He hasn’t touched me in such an overtly sexual manner before.
I whimper when he releases my breast. He kisses my forehead and lowers me back to the bed. Without a word, he spreads my legs, removes my soaked diaper, and cleans me with wipes.
“Can I have panties today, Daddy?”
He glances at me. “Mmm. Only if you will let Daddy help you when you need to go potty.”
I sigh dramatically. “I’m all better. I won’t fall off the potty.”
He smiles. “I suspect you are quite well, and I’m equally certain you won’t fall off the potty.” He lifts me up and stands me on my feet on the floor. “Come.” He wraps up the wet diaper and drops it in the trashcan.
When he’s at the door, he reaches out a hand and repeats, “Come, Baby girl.”
I’m standing in front of him with nothing but a tiny T-shirt on. My pussy is bare and exposed. But he’s smiling as he waits for me. He’s got something up his sleeve. Plus I didn’t understand what his cryptic comment meant about me being well and safe from falling. If those two things are true, and he believes them, then why can’t I use the potty without help?
I let him guide me out of the room and across the hall, following him into the room he said would be my nursery. And then I stop walking, gasping, eyes wide, knees wobbling.
“What do you think?” He squats behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.
I look around at everything in this room, stunned. It’s fully furnished and decorated. It’s the most inviting room I’ve ever seen in my life. Now I understand why he’s been asking me so many questions about my likes and dislikes. He told me he simply wanted to get to know me, but secretly he used every detail I told him to plan this special room.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s a Little girl’s wonderland.
Daddy chuckles as he rises. He pads across the room, opens the top drawer of the pink dresser, and pulls out a pair of panties. After returning to squat in front of me, he holds them open.
This is when I realize they aren’t ordinary panties. They’re much thicker cotton.
“Hold my shoulders and step in, Little one. We’ll see how you do with training panties today.”
I grab his shoulders. I’m not going to argue with him because the training panties are way better than the thick diapers I’ve been wearing. They feel like heaven when he pulls them up over my bottom.
He holds my hips and looks me in the eyes. “Breakfast, then bathtime, then you can explore in your new room. How does that sound?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into him. “Scary.”
He tucks his arm under my bottom and lifts me into the air, holding me firmly against him as he carries me down to the kitchen. “What’s scary, Baby girl?”
“Letting myself believe this is real,” I admit. My head is clearer today. I need to talk to him about my feelings. I need to deal with my apartment and my job and my bills. I can’t hide any longer.
He kisses my neck. “It’s real, Little one, but I know you have concerns. We’ll discuss them today, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m relieved he isn’t going to poopoo my worries. That would annoy me.
Daddy sets me gently on the pillow on the booster seat. It’s a new seat. Once everything he ordered arrived by the end of yesterday, he packed up the borrowed items to return them to Tate. I somehow didn’t realize how much furniture had arrived. He must have only brought the larger boxes in while I was napping—which was often.
I glance up to the ceiling as Daddy fastens me into the seat. Is there really a pink room up there that’s all mine? It was like bubblegum exploded into the space with pink walls and pink rugs, pink furniture and pink pillows. A Little girl’s dream room without a doubt.
When Daddy takes my wrist in his hand and lowers it to my hip, I look down. I watch as he cuffs my wrist to the base of the seat next to my hip. He does the same with my other wrist before I can process what he’s doing. “Daddy…”
He pops my tray on and grins. “Now I won’t have to keep batting your hands out of the way while I’m feeding you.” He kisses my forehead and leaves me sitting secured to the chair.
I have a new concern. My pussy is soaked, and now so are my training panties. I worry he will touch them, accuse me of wetting my panties, and put a diaper back on me. How can I tell him that restraining me so firmly to the chair has made me hornier than ever?
I probably don’t have to tell him. The tiny T-shirt I’m wearing is doing nothing to hide my erect nipples. Every movement makes them more sensitive and harder.
I’m panting while he fixes me a plate, and there’s no way to hide my arousal when he returns to sit in front of me. He taps my nose. “I could hear you whimpering from across the room.”
My face heats. He could?
He has access to my chest in this position, and he takes full advantage of that fact, reaching out to tweak my nipples.
I moan and tip my head back. I never knew before I embarked on this new life, but apparently my nipples are very sensitive and…needy. I love the way they brush against my shirts. I haven’t worn a bra since I got here, and that keeps them hard and greedy.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on as I am right now, restrained to this chair, my breasts thrust forward, Daddy now thumbing the tips. I moan unabashedly, no longer trying to hide it. I squirm and writhe in the seat. I don’t want breakfast. I want Theo to make me come.
He’s seen all of me, and he’s promised to see me even more when he gives me a bath. I’ve seen none of him. He hasn’t even taken off his shirt around me. “Daddy…”
He releases my breasts, leaving me desperate and panting. I nearly cry from the frustration.
As if he’s unaffected by my plight, he picks up my plate and offers me a bite of something. I can’t even see what it is because my vision is blurry. My mouth isn’t accepting commands from my brain, so I turn my head. I’m not trying to be defiant; I simply can’t accept a bite of food yet.
Daddy puts the food down and scoots closer to me. He sets his palms on my arms and rubs them. “Look at me, Baby girl.”
I take a deep breath and face him. “I’m not trying to be naughty.”
He smiles. “I know.”
I’m breathing heavily.
He stares at me. “Let me tell you something.”
I bite my lip.
“I’m head over heels for you, Layla. I have been since I watched you crash onto the concrete. My heart was already yours in that instant. It doesn’t matter that it’s not logical. It’s simply a fact. Love at first sight, I guess.” He grins.
I can’t respond. He’s not really telling me anything he hasn’t already said before, but he’s so intense. He wants me to hear him.
“I know it’s a lot. I’m a lot. I’m possessive and dominant and intense. I’ve crawled up into your space, literally and figuratively. I can’t stand it when I’m not touching you. I want to own you in every way. I want you to trust me so badly it feels like a painful hole in my chest.”
I can’t breathe.
“I know you need time. I get that, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you the moon and the stars. I’ve come on very strong, and I’ve been hard on you. I’ve made you experience things you had no idea you craved, but I know you do. You crave my particular brand of attention. You like it when I push your boundaries. Your cheeks flush and your pulse picks up when I push my finger into your bottom or hold you down and torment your tiny urethra. You enjoy the naughty taboo nature of what I do as much as I enjoy giving it to you.”
I can’t even blink. He’s right, but how do I admit to that?
“You’re mine, Baby girl. Mine to hold and cherish. Mine to punish and discipline. Every inch of you is mine. You’ll do as you’re told because your need to submit to me perfectly matches my need to dominate you. Does that make sense, Layla?”
His last question is genuine, and I find myself nodding. Somehow I know he’s right.
“You’re scared because you don’t trust me to stay and be the man you want so desperately. It’s not personal. It’s just hard to trust another human being with your soul.”
How does he read me so well?
“When I dominate you, it reminds you how much I care. You crave it because it reinforces my feelings for you and chases away the doubts. I will give you that, Baby girl, every day for the rest of your life. I will diaper you when I please because you like how it feels to so deeply submit to me. I will force you to use your diaper because wearing it isn’t enough, is it?”
I swallow hard.
He stares at me, waiting. His gaze reaches into my soul. He can read me as though he’s inside my head.
“No, Sir,” I murmur. I can’t lie to him. I’ll never be able to lie to him.
“Good girl. I know it’s hard to tell me what you want and need, but I already know the answers. Tell me why you’re so scared, Little one.”
My chest seems to rise and fall with exaggeration. My mouth is dry. “I’m not used to having someone care,” I admit. “I have friends, but those relationships are superficial in a way. They aren’t deep.”
“Tell me about your childhood.”
I draw in a breath. I owe him this. “It was just me and my father. My mother left soon after I was born and never came back. My father did his best, but he wasn’t a very affectionate man, and he didn’t really know how to handle a child.”
“Where is he now?”
“He died when I was twenty.”
“And you’ve been alone since then?”
I nod.
“Tell me about your job situation.”
I might as well spill the details. It’s not very interesting. “I never went to college, but I’m a hard worker, and I do my best to make ends meet. I’ve never been homeless, but things have been tough lately, and I won’t be able to pay my rent this month. I probably wouldn’t have been able to pay it even if I hadn’t lost my job, but definitely not now that I’ve lost three days with a concussion.”
He strokes my biceps with his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Little one. That must be stressful.”
I shrug. “I’ve managed. Until now.” Tears threaten to fall, but I suck them back and shake off the icky feelings.
“Do you want me to unfasten you and hold you?”
I shake my head. “No.” I can’t explain how I feel secure when he restrains me. It’s odd, but I think he knows. It was sweet of him to ask, but he knew I would turn him down.
He lifts his hands to my face and swipes his thumbs under my eyes. “Take a deep breath and let it out, Baby girl.”
I do as I’m told.
“Good girl. I need you to know that you’re not alone anymore. You will never be alone. You have my word. This is your home now. I will take care of your apartment and make sure your final bills are paid.”
My breath hitches. I’m not sure I can accept that kind of help from him.
He shakes his head. “It’s not negotiable, Little one, and there are no strings. You’ll stay here and let me ease your stress. You’ll stay here while you learn to trust me. One day, you will know in your heart that you belong here. While you’re adjusting, you’ll submit to me because you need to. Starting today you’ll sleep in your crib in your nursery. You’ll follow my rules and do as I say. You’ll develop a new routine that makes you feel secure and loved. When you’re ready, you’ll come to me and offer me your body. When you’re ready, you’ll move into my bed and sleep in my arms. When you know in your heart I will never let you down, that part of our dynamic will change.”
The room is spinning, and I clench my thighs together. His intensity is overwhelming and sexy at the same time. I suspect it’s going to be pure hell not adding sex to our relationship, but I understand what he’s asking for. I owe him that. I owe him the respect of waiting until I’m certain about us before I let him into my body.
“Yes, Sir,” I finally respond.
His smile lights up my insides. “Good. Now, let’s get some food in you.”