Chapter 19
Orlando
“Stop squirming.” Bastian’s tone was firm but that was mostly because he still seemed to be sleeping. “Who takes off your diaper?”
Ugh.
Sleeping and smart.
“You do.” That didn’t help me to stop squirming, though. “You can do it right now if you want to.”
It would be very helpful if he did.
“I know.” He might’ve known but he didn’t seem to understand because he just rolled over and wrapped himself around me like I was his teddy bear. “I’ll do it in a bit.”
Hmm.
“How long is a bit?” Was that in a few seconds? Minutes? “Just wondering.”
Wait.
“I like my pajamas, though, and I’m not panicked about anything.” He’d find something to worry about no matter what, but I thought I caught most of it. Oh. “And you have a very nice penis. Not ugly or even unfortunate looking. And I’m glad I stayed over.”
That really had to cover most of it.
Well, except for the one thing that was making me wiggle.
“Thank you for making sure I knew all that information.” Bastian didn’t sound worried or asleep any longer, but he nuzzled against the side of my head and didn’t seem to be in any rush.
“I’m glad you slept over too and I’m glad you don’t think my penis is ugly.
Yours is cute too if you were wondering. ”
“I wasn’t but thank you.” My response seemed to surprise him based on how he barked out a laugh. “I do have one…issue, though.”
What was the best way to approach the having to pee issue?
He wasn’t the butch kind of guy who’d say I could go take a piss. I don’t think I’d ever heard him use language like that even when he didn’t know I was listening, but was I really supposed to just wait patiently until he decided he was done?
That didn’t seem logical unless…oh…
“I need clearer instructions about what to do in this situation.” Yes, this was a Daddy fixes things situation. “I won’t be able to stop wiggling without instructions.”
Because if I stopped wiggling, we were going to have a completely separate issue.
He laughed again.
This one was deeper and sounded like he was very pleased with himself, but he also started stroking my chest and down to my tummy. “Clear instructions, huh?”
“Yes.” Because the littles online said it was something that had to be discussed beforehand and I really didn’t think we’d done that.
He’d given me a big bottle of milk and had conveniently forgotten to have me use the bathroom before bed, so part of me thought I knew what we were doing, but this was a clear communication needed topic.
We didn’t surprise people with a full diaper of any sort.
That seemed to be Diaper Etiquette 101.
“Then we’re going to stay right here cuddling until you use the diaper so you know what that feels like.
” Shifting a bit, he ended up with his leg draped over my thighs and his hand somehow ended up rubbing right over my bladder.
“You have your safewords if you need them, but Daddy says we’re going to experience this together to see how you feel about it. ”
Clear instructions didn’t make me less wiggly, but…
“I think I should tell you that my body is very confused about the possibly being held down part of this.” It also might like the having to go but not going part too.
That was still kind of confusing but I was starting to understand what some of the littles had been saying online.
“So if you were trying to send clear signals, you might want to shift how you’re holding me. ”
The current ones were kind of mixed.
Especially when he let out a wicked chuckle.
“I’m enjoying the signals I’m sending, but thank you for letting me know they’re working.” Humming softly, he shifted to nuzzling against me and his hold on me tightened. “Which parts of you like being held down?”
Very grown-up ones.
Hmm.
Two could play this game.
I’d done enough research and this was Bastian…he might’ve hidden the Daddy stuff but he’d been very outspoken about what he liked once we’d gotten that part out of the way.
Turning my head, I hid against his neck and softened my tone just a bit. “Happy parts, Daddy.”
Oh.
I was good.
He groaned and his legs tightened as he rubbed his cock against my side. “Naughty boy.”
Yep.
But I shook my head and whined quietly as I wiggled to remind us both how tightly he was holding me. “I’m your good boy but I need your help, Daddy.”
Ha.
He groaned again.
Squirming just enough to rub my hip against his erection, I whined again and pouted. “My happy place likes snuggles, Daddy.”
This was fun even when I wasn’t technically little…why hadn’t any of the littles mentioned it?
Oh.
Bastian changed the game, pushing up on one elbow and pinning my hands above my head before I could blink. “Let’s see how much my naughty boy likes being helpless.”
He woke up very awake.
I was going to have to remember that.
Later.
At the moment he’d moved his leg higher so it was braced right over the diaper. I couldn’t help squirming and bucking my hips up to rub against him, and his grin said he knew he’d won. “Oh, naughty boy. You do like being helpless.”
Oh yes.
And he seemed to like me wiggling and trying to grind myself against him.
He also might’ve liked the way half were from wanting to come and the other half were from having to pee.
“Please…I…” My body was very confused and it was his job to fix it. “Help, Daddy.”
Closing my eyes, I rocked my hips again and moaned as the crazy feeling got even stronger and I got to tug at his hands. “I need…my tummy…”
“That’s my good boy. Yes, Daddy makes the decisions.
” Keeping me pinned down, he shifted his leg lower again so it was across my thighs, but before I could whine, his hand moved lower and it squeezed over the diaper.
“Show me what a good boy I have. You’re going to let me take good care of you. My helpless boy.”
Helpless.
Yes.
Daddy made the decisions.
Bastian liked being in control.
He liked taking care of me.
But just because my brain knew that didn’t mean every part of me quickly followed the orders my brain was sending out. My bladder was in more of a what the fuck dude kind of mode because we didn’t pee lying down, and he needed to be pushed into following the plan.
Luckily for me, Daddy knew whines and wiggles weren’t safewords and he just held me tight as he rubbed my diaper. “You’re trying to be such a good boy for Daddy. That’s right. I made the decision and I’m going to take care of my boy.”
Daddy’s boy.
Yes.
Daddy’s helpless boy.
Daddy’s needy boy.
Wow.
The rush of relief that filled me as my bladder finally got on the same page as the rest of me was crazy and left me almost lightheaded. It was floaty and some kind of helpless sensation that didn’t feel as bad as that word should’ve made it.
I was such a good boy.
And I’d made Daddy needy too because he made a low, pleased sound as he rubbed the warm front of the diaper and released my hands so he could nuzzle against the side of my head. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
“That was so—”
For fuck’s sake.
The doorbell?
Really?
“Who’s that?” Hoping he’d tell me he remembered an unexpected delivery we could just ignore or that he’d planned on surprising me with breakfast being delivered, I forced my eyes open.
He was frowning.
Not good.
“I don’t know.” He clearly didn’t like having to admit that. “We’re going to ignore it.”
Good plan.
“And we’re going to remember that the doorbell didn’t scare the piss out of me.” That wasn’t how we were going to frame my first time using the diaper.
Snorting, Bastian curled over me and buried his face in my hair. “Deal. Because I was a really good Dom in this scene and was going to make you come.”
“That’s what we’re going to remember here. Diaper time. Orgasm. And how romantic it was to cuddle with you.” Yes, that was a much better memory. “You were amazing.”
Shaking, he managed not to laugh out loud or snort again but he had to work at it before he could get words out. “You were sexy as hell and had the biggest orgasm. I’m going to remember being the best Dom ever.”
“And we’re going to remember how much I like being held down.” I’d never had anyone do that in bed and just the feeling of being helpless without actually being completely stuck was fabulous. “Definitely a do-again.”
Snickering, he shook his head but it was more of a you’re so ridiculous kind of thing. “I’m glad we both agree on that part, but we’ll have to find other ways of exploring it. I haven’t claimed my omega yet.”
Oh.
Being bent over and—
For fuck’s sake.
“Again?”
This was getting ridiculous, and while Bastian’s frown was actually kind of sexy, he agreed with me. “Fucking hell.”
“Bastian!” We both winced as my mother’s voice came through the window at the front of the house. “What’s wrong with Orlando? Is he sick?”
“Good grief.” What fresh hell had I landed in? “Tell me that I’m still asleep. Please?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll lie to you when it’s appropriate but this isn’t one of those times.” His sigh and ridiculous answer almost made me laugh. “She might actually come through the window and you need to understand the reality we’re dealing with.”
She would.
“I think it’s time to change my clothes, Daddy.
” I wasn’t sure I was dressed right to deal with her kind of crazy and Bastian’s groan said he realized that.
I didn’t like the way his mood was shifting, though, so I wiggled and aimed to look cute again.
“I’m not sticky but I don’t know how to describe it. ”
Chuckling, Bastian tried to look serious but he failed at it. “Don’t distract me.”
“Hmm?” Cocking my head, I gave him a very well-done confused expression. “I can’t distract you now, Daddy. But I can be a good distraction after I let you save the day.”
Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed my nose. “Your family is insane.”
Yep.
Because she was still a nuisance and was calling out for Bastian.
“Stubbornness is a good trait and the way we hyperfocus means I won’t cheat or ever want to leave you.” My helpful answer had him rolling his eyes. “I can promise that I’m not as nuts as she is, though.”
He narrowed his gaze at me and raised one eyebrow. “You’ve got your own brand of interesting, Trippy.”
Hmm.
That needed another innocent face. “Me? No, Daddy.”
I gave him a cheek kiss before he straightened, but he was all business before I could figure out my next strategy.
“Alright, clean undies. Clothes that look more grown-up. Then we’ll handle your mother and then we’ll make pancakes.”
Hmm.
“You’ll make pancakes. I mangle them.” I don’t know how it happened but it did. “I know how to grill and can cook a steak. I’m not useless.”
I just couldn’t do anything that didn’t involve fire.
“Your father strikes again.” Bastian shook his head as he grabbed my feet and tugged me over to the side of the bed.
I nodded as I laughed and let him start undressing me. “And my mother. She kept insisting that I’d get married and my wife would take care of that kind of stuff.”
Bastian rolled his eyes but was very efficient as he took my pajamas off. “You need a Daddy to take care of you, not a wife.”
Oh yeah.
“We need a different way to describe your role, though, Daddy.” I wasn’t going to be the one to explain that to her. “I’m not sure what she’d think if I called you Daddy. We need Terrence to do that first and then I can do it.”
I was going to let Enzo deal with that chaos.
Laughing, Daddy nodded as he reached for my diaper. “I think that’s a great plan.”
Giving me a curious glare, he distracted me a bit as he looked completely normal as he took off my wet diaper. “I’m pretty sure he started all this too.”
I’d told him that, right?
“Alright. The wipes are in a bag in the living room and I’m not going out there to get them without being ready to greet your mother.” Helping me sit up, he kissed my forehead. “Quick shower to make sure you’re all clean. Don’t wash your hair, that will look suspicious.”
He was good at this.
“We’ve got a few things to talk about once we chase her off, though.” Bastian looked a bit too suspicious, so I kissed his cheek and made a mad dash to the bathroom.
Terrence said sometimes retreat was the best strategy.