8. Jordan
JORDAN
I waited outside the bathroom door and heard the faint trickle of water running while Kylie washed up. It was almost surreal to finally be in this position with a woman I was quickly falling for.
Maybe it was fate or kismet that brought us together, but I thought it more that we both saw traits in each other that we knew were in alignment. In fact, her needs aligned with mine way better than I could have ever imagined.
And maybe other people would think it was strange that I was standing in the hallway waiting for the woman I was falling for to finish using the toilet like a big girl because diapers weren't an option tonight. But we weren’t other people. And if this worked for us, that was all that mattered.
The fact that she wanted to use diapers when we were alone together was a fucking turn-on.
I’d been in scenes with Littles who liked diapers and it was cute and fun, but it was staged.
Being set up in advance for the scene wasn’t the same as lifestyle.
Kylie wanted a full-time Daddy to give her bottles and change her diapers.
That was the ultimate fantasy that I didn’t dare dream before now.
Yet, here we were. Ready to start something that could be everything we’d ever hoped for.
The disappointment on her face when she said she didn't have any diapers on hand almost broke my heart. I made a mental note to stop by the gift shop at Primal and pick out a few options to see which she preferred.
"All done, Daddy." Her voice sounded pleased with herself, and I wondered if there would be a time when she wanted me inside the bathroom with her. Maybe, maybe not. We had plenty of time to figure that out.
"Good girl." I pushed the door open and she was standing by the sink. "Wanna change into jammies before we watch a movie?"
“Yes, please.” Her hair bounced as she nodded. “Jammie time!”
I took her hand and led her to her bedroom.
Kylie’s closet was full of her outside clothes, but she directed me to her dresser and I quickly found a long-sleeved onesie made of soft flannel with little clouds printed across the front. It had snaps at her crotch and was stretchy enough that it looked perfect for sleeping.
“How’s this?” I held it up for her approval.
She reached for it with both hands and curled it into her chest. “So soft and cozy…”
"Arms up." I helped her out of her top and kept my eyes on her face, only looking at her body as needed to get the job done. I wasn’t going to take advantage of the trust she put in me, but I couldn’t exactly get her dressed without seeing her bare body. “Bra on or off?”
“Off.” She made a face like the idea of keeping her bra on was awful. I could imagine it was.
“You got it.” I went to her back and released the fasteners then let it fall off her shoulders.
“Now arms up again for your onesie.” I stayed at her back and held the open fabric up for her to push her hands and then head through before carefully lowering it over her breasts and down to her waist. I moved in front of her again and placed my hands on her hips. “Now your bottoms.”
She met my gaze and nodded. “Okay.”
With my hand and eyes moving carefully and respectfully, I pulled down her bottoms and panties and lowered them to the ground so she could step out of them. “Do you want undies on for sleeping?”
She sighed as she thought about it. “Usually, yes. But with a onesie, no.”
Good enough for me. I pulled the front and back flap as low as I could to snap them together without brushing against her bare folds. “All right, cupcake. You’re all set.”
She wiggled her bottom and stretched so the crotch pulled up tightly against her center. “Mmm, feels so good, Daddy.”
Fuck, this was getting less PG by the second. “You look nice and comfy for the movie.” I couldn’t say the same for myself. I'd been hard and semi-hard since dinner, and seeing her grind against the fabric I’d just snapped together didn’t help the situation.
I'd made her a promise, though. No rushing the physical stuff. I planned to keep that promise, unless she begged. If she begged for anything, I didn’t think I’d be able to deny her.
I smoothed the fabric over her shoulders and down to her wrists, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You’re absolutely perfect, Kylie. Let’s go pick a movie."
"Okay." She hopped up and dragged me back to the couch. She grabbed her new cupcake on the way and then settled against my side with her blankie pulled over both our laps. “What’s on?”
I used her favorites buttons to find The Croods was just starting. When Kylie gasped and squeezed my arm tighter, I knew that was the one she wanted.
“This is my favorite!” She laid her head in my lap and was tucked into a tight ball beside me with her cupcake clutched against her chest. Within a few seconds of settling down, her thumb migrated into her mouth and she got completely lost in the silly caveman movie.
I relaxed into the sofa, running my fingers through her hair and smiling every time she giggled and wiggled in my lap. But I was only human, and all that wiggling made it hard for me to keep my needy cock under control.
After a while, she slipped her hand under her head and rested it right over my hardening dick. "It’s comfier this way." She spoke around her thumb as if keeping things innocent, but this girl knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Her hand started out lightly gripping me in a way that could be considered a coincidence. But after a minute, she closed her hand and was softly pulsing her grip over me.
Of course, I could've stopped her if I'd wanted to, but I didn’t.
Then she started dragging her palm over my length with a quickening pace, and I stopped pretending it was accidental. "Kylie." My voice was rough as the last tendrils of my control started to snap.
"Shh, Daddy. I’m watching a movie." She didn't stop and her grip got a little firmer, tracing along my length through the denim that made it very clear her focus wasn’t on the movie at all.
I closed my eyes and breathed through it, keeping my hand in her hair as I did my best to maintain composure. I could handle a little teasing, but the bigger question I was wrestling with was if I wanted to.
I thought I was gonna make it through the movie, but then I noticed the blanket had shifted and Kylie’s free hand was hidden beneath it.
“Cupcake." My throat was croaky as I said her name. "What are you doing down there?"
She rolled onto her back so she could look up at me with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. "I’m thinking of you, Daddy. I want you to help me feel good."
Fucking hell. I was officially done being good. My girl needed me, and I wasn’t going to disappoint her.
I gave up the charade of celibacy and eased her off my lap and onto her back along the couch. Without another word, I slid down to my knees on the floor and pulled her thighs close to me.
Kylie’s eyes were big as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Let Daddy take care of you, sweet girl."
Her whole body trembled under my touch, but I kept kissing her skin until I reached her center. The snaps on her onesie were open and her wet pussy was pink from her fingers.
I watched her face as I lightly licked along her folds, tasting her for the first time and creating full-body shivers that rocked through her.
Kylie spread her legs wider and sucked the corner of her blankie between her teeth as she bucked up into me. “Yes, Daddy.”
Her small, sweet sounds nearly undid the last bit of my control, but I was able to take my time with her. I listened to her breathing and watched her face as I pushed her closer to the edge.
As much as I wanted to make the moment last forever, she was close and I was too. While my mouth was focused on Kylie’s pleasure, I took care of myself with my hand. And when she finally let loose and came against my tongue, I came too, shooting into my hand to attempt to contain the mess.
Her body convulsed for a long moment as I slowly pulled away after lapping up all her moisture.
When I finally lifted my head, she was just watching me from under heavy lids, and then she moved her hand into my hair. “You okay, cupcake?”
“Mmm.” Her words slurred together and were barely audible. "Sleepy time, Daddy."
“Okay, baby. Let’s get you to bed.” I got up and brought her with me, pulling her small frame against my chest before carrying her to her room.
She was boneless and trusting as she let Daddy care for her. I wasn’t sure I deserved her trust, but I loved her for it.
Everything was happening fast, but sometimes that was how things needed to be. Full throttle toward happiness. We were both adults, and I would never hurt her or take advantage of the gift she was so freely giving to me.
I’d never been in love before, but I couldn’t imagine it being any different from the overwhelming joy I felt holding her in my arms.
“Sleepy time, Kylie.” I pulled back the blankets to get her tucked in with her blankie still in her arms. “Daddy will see you tomorrow.”
She hummed a response but then fell asleep before I could say anything else.
I kissed her cheek and then quietly cleaned up her apartment of the mess we’d made. Before I walked out the door, I repositioned her cupcake on the armchair and straightened the couch cushions so it looked the way it had before we’d defiled it.
It was the least I could do for the woman who had given me so much of herself without asking for anything in return.