Page 13 of Grace's Daddy

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…”

“What?” I ask eagerly.

“I intend to keep my pants on for a while, but prepare yourself emotionally. I’d like to have your permission to give you a bath and diaper you myself tomorrow night. If you’re not ready, I’ll understand, but think about it. Okay?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod. I can’t wrap my head around that idea. My brain is mush. The thought of him spreading mylegs and seeing my pussy so close and personal makes me… I don’t know what it does to me. It makes me wet for sure, but it’s scary. It might be easier to have sex with him than to let him diaper me. That’s a level of intimate far beyond sex.

“Teeth, diaper, bed, Little one. Use the pacifier. Not your thumb. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He bends and kisses me again, this time briefly. Before I know it, he’s gone. He leaves so fast I’m still panting and staring at the open door to my bedroom as I hear my apartment door close.

It takes me several minutes before I can rise onto my elbows. When I do, I look down to see that my nightgown rose up to my breasts when he dragged me. My panties are fully exposed.

I almost wish he’d dragged me a few more inches so my breasts would have been bared to him. I like that he fled my apartment a bit off-kilter. He was turned on by me. This new bold version of me would have enjoyed seeing his expression if he’d seen my chest.

I’m trembling as I rise off my bed and make my way to the living room. It’s tidier than it’s been in months. He did this. When I wake up tomorrow and wonder if it was all a dream, I’ll know it wasn’t as soon as I step out here and see everything in its place.

I engage the deadbolt, turn off the lights, and return to my bedroom. After brushing my teeth and using the potty, I pad to my bed. Duh. He couldn’t have missed the pile of diapers I keep on the shelf under the nightstand drawer. I grab one, slip out of my panties, and lie on my back to put it on.