Page 12 of Grace's Daddy
“Yes. Well, there is one small exception. Some Littles do have jobs. If they are at work somewhere, they might also wear skirts or pants over their diapers. That way others know they’re working. But they never use a bathroom. No exceptions on that issue.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “No bathrooms?”
“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 itallthe 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.”