Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Nope. Littles can’t even open them. All of them are locked on the island. Only caregivers have the ability to unlock the doors with a thumbprint.”
I’m stunned. How did I never know such a place existed?
“So, you see, I’m not the least bit bothered to realize you’ve been diapering yourself. It’s a relief to me. Some Littles have trouble wrapping their heads around that concept.”
“I don’t do it all the time,” I murmur.
“I bet you prefer to sleep in them, huh?”
I nod. This should be the most embarrassing part about me, but he’s making it seem like no big deal.
“If you’ve been sleeping in diapers for a while, you probably don’t trust yourself to not wet the bed,” Eli points out.
He’s so smart.
I nod again.
He gives me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Grace…”
“What?”
“I know we just fell into this relationship tonight, but my heart is about to leap out of my chest. You’re mine, Baby girl.”
Chapter Five
My heart is also hammering. It doesn’t stop when he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. It doesn’t stop when he scoots closer to me, lining our bodies up. It doesn’t stop when he slides his hand into the back of my hair and cups my head.
“May I kiss you, Grace?”
“Yes, Sir.” My response is breathy. I want nothing more in the world than for him to kiss me.
“How many men have you kissed, sweet girl?”
The blood drains from my face. Will he be disappointed in my answer?
“Grace… Baby girl. There is no right or wrong answer. I’m just gathering information. Like your special drawer of toys, I want to know everything about you so I can react accordingly.”
I lick my lips. “None.”
His thumb slides around to my cheek, and he stares at my lips while he strokes them.
I open for him, loving the feel of the pad of his thumb on my mouth. So soft. So intimate. And the way he’s staring at me like he’s won the lottery…
Slowly he brings his lips to mine until he’s kissing me. Gently at first and then with more passion. He angles his head to one side and licks the seam of my lips.
I open for him, wanting his tongue in my mouth. I want to taste him. I want everything with him. I reach out and grab his arm while he deepens the kiss, holding on, praying this isn’t a dream.
If I wake up and realize none of this was real, I’ll cry for two days.
Eli kisses me for a long time. We’re both panting when he finally pulls back.
I whimper and lean into him. My body is on fire.
He brings his hand down to my side and then eases it up to cup my breast. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Grace.”
Sexy? Me? I’ve never thought of myself as sexy.
I arch and moan when his thumb grazes over my nipple. “Precious,” he mutters.
“Eli…” I don’t even know what to ask for. I’m out of my element here. Everything is uncharted territory. He surely knows that, since I just admitted to not having been kissed. Obviously I haven’t had sex either.
Holding my gaze, he releases my breast and grips the small of my back instead. He’s breathing deeply.
I find myself pouting. Why did he stop?
He smiles. “I’ve taken more liberties with you tonight than I intended to, sweet girl. I’m not taking any other firsts tonight. We’ll save those for other nights. I’m going to leave now.”
I gasp. “Leave?”
He nods. “Yes, Little one. It’s late. You need to take these wet panties off and put on a diaper. Don’t forget to brush your teeth, too. You shouldn’t go to sleep with strawberry syrup in your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” I sigh. I don’t know this bold side of me, but I don’t want him to go.
“I have a request,” he says.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t touch yourself tonight. Leave those vibrators in the drawer. Don’t touch yourself without permission at all. Let your need grow. I want your next orgasm to be mine.”
I squeeze my thighs together. Is he serious? My pussy floods at the demand. It’s not really a request.
“Can you do that for Daddy, sweet girl?”
I slowly nod.
“If you’re wondering how I would know, trust me. I will know. I don’t think you’ll be a very good liar. If you fib to Daddy, I will figure it out. All I’ll have to do is look in your eyes and ask.” He lifts a brow.
“Poop.” He’s right.
He chuckles before sliding off the side of the bed. Surprising me, he grabs my ankles and drags me closer before setting his hands on either side of my head. He leans down so that only a few inches separate us. “What time do you finish working?”
“Five,” I somehow manage to respond.
“Good. It will give you time to adjust your headspace before I get here. Change clothes. Color me that picture. I’ll be here at six-thirty. We can go across the hall to my place if you’d like. I’ll make you dinner. We’ll spend the evening together. And, Grace…”