Page 10 of Hayes (Alpha Daddies #7)

Chapter Eight

Rylee’s body went completely limp as her Daddy lifted her into his arms. He kissed all over her face as he turned away from the window. Her labored breathing slowly calmed as he moved around the kitchen.

She couldn’t find the energy to open her eyes, but she suspected he was fixing her another bottle. Frankly, she was glad. She was thirsty and hungry, and the last thing she wanted to do was go to the trouble to chew or even try to explain what few foods she didn’t mind eating.

Rylee blinked a few times when she felt herself being lowered onto a soft surface, realizing he was laying her on the couch. She couldn’t keep from whimpering as he rolled her to her side so she was facing the cushions.

“I’m going to take the beads out, Little one, so I can take your temperature again.”

Hadn’t he just done so only a few minutes ago?

She didn’t argue, though. It didn’t seem prudent.

She got the feeling Hayes was not the sort of man who would be prone to anger, but now wasn’t the time to test that theory.

There was no need. He’d done nothing but make her feel like the most precious being on Earth.

Why would she be argumentative over his need to take her temperature?

Because it’s weird and invasive , she reminded herself. But the truth was she kind of liked how it felt when he touched her so intimately. It made her feel closer to him.

He held her steady with a hand on her hip, parting her bottom for his inspection for what seemed like the tenth time.

She was so tired that she faded a bit while he held the glass rod inside her, and all she could manage was a sigh as he removed it and rolled her to her back.

His fingers came to her tummy and felt around, confusing her until he found her bladder and applied just enough pressure to make her realize she needed to pee.

She shoved at his hand to dislodge it, surprised when he chuckled before bringing her fingers to his lips to kiss them. A moment later, he circled her ankles in one of his hands and lifted them high enough to cause her bottom and lower back to rise off the cushions.

“Daddy…” She hoped the one word came out as a question, but that was all the energy she had until he lowered her butt back down and parted her knees.

For a moment, she thought he was going to touch her pussy again. The word pussy even in her head came out as a whisper. It was a new word she’d never heard before today, and she thought it was probably rather naughty.

Naughty itself was a word she hadn’t used in many years. At least it was a word she’d heard before, but when he’d said it earlier, she’d felt every bit of its meaning as it pertained to her.

Daddy did not touch her pussy, however. Instead, he pulled something thick up between her legs and fastened it at her hips.

Rylee gasped as she recalled seeing this exact item on the coffee table earlier. She hadn’t fully processed what she’d seen, but now she knew. It had been a diaper, and now she was wearing it.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head. Yep. She was now wearing a diaper. She shouldn’t be surprised after the bottle, based on the way he coddled her and the endearments he used.

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms, cradled her against his chest, and turned to sit in the spot. A moment later, he tapped her lips with another nipple.

She pursed her lips and held her breath. She needed to think. Everything was happening so fast, and she hadn’t minded until now, but suddenly it all seemed like too much.

Hayes chuckled. “My precious mate doesn’t mind being naked.

She doesn’t mind having her temperature taken rectally.

She doesn’t mind anal beads in her bottom.

She doesn’t even mind me fucking her sweet pussy in front of the glass door and then sucking her own juices off my finger.

But she’s drawing the line at using a diaper. ”

She released her breath and sighed. “Daddy…”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I won’t make you wear a diaper all the time, Little one.

Not unless your sense of smell somehow causes you to wet your panties.

But I will expect you to let Daddy decide when you need to be diapered.

Now is one of those times for two reasons.

One, I don’t think you have the strength to sit on the potty without falling.

And two, I know you don’t want me to carry you through the bedroom to get to the master bathroom. ”

Rylee glanced around the room. “Don’t you have another bathroom?”

Her Daddy chuckled louder. “Such a sassy girl. Yes, but it’s pretty small for me to crowd into it with you and hold you over the potty while you pee.” He lifted a brow.

She inhaled deeply. “Okay…” The one word didn’t sound very respectful as it left her mouth.

His brow rose higher.

She licked her lips and tried again. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s better. Now, I want you to relax and drink another bottle for me.

You need to nap for a while. You’ll nap a few times between now and when you shift.

I’m going to hold you in my arms. I’m also going to apply pressure to your bladder to help you pee your diaper.

I don’t think you want to do anything to earn a spanking before you’ve even shifted for the first time. ”

Her jaw dropped open.

He nodded. “That’s right. Naughty girls get their bottoms spanked.”

She clenched her butt cheeks together at the thought. Apparently he could shock her with something beyond the diaper. Why did the idea make her squirm?

Daddy slid the nipple along her lips again.

She let it into her mouth and started sucking, even though her stomach was doing flips.

He smiled at her. “Just so you understand, I’m aware that your own pheromones are not overpowering your senses.

You’ve proven you can tolerate both smelling and tasting your own essence.

It’s mine that is so potent that you find yourself in a frenzy.

That doesn’t mean I can’t scent your arousal, Baby girl.

I can. Sometimes I may say or do things to see how you’ll react.

The idea of me taking you over my knees and spanking your bottom made wetness flood your pussy. ”

She stopped sucking as all the blood left her face. On some level, she’d already known what he was saying was true, but pointing it out made it far more real. Also, it was mortifying that he knew how she’d reacted to the thought of being spanked.

Daddy jiggled the nipple. “Keep sucking, Baby girl.”

She tried, but her mouth wasn’t taking instructions from her brain yet.

Daddy was patient. He stroked her cheek and waited for her to resume sucking before he spoke again.

“No need to be embarrassed, Little one. Many Little girls like to get spanked. Wait until you meet the mates of my friends. In recent history, six of my friends have joined with their mates. That’s six Little girls who frequently get together and wreak havoc to keep their Daddies on their toes. Do you know why they misbehave?”

She stared at him, wide-eyed, stunned.

He gave her a light squeeze. “Because the truth is they like having their bottoms spanked.”

The sucking stopped again. Her mouth fell open. She didn’t think she was breathing.

Daddy chuckled. “You’ll understand soon, Little one. I promise.” He jiggled the bottle again. “Drink. You need to rest. Your cheeks are pink from fever. Soon nothing is going to make any sense to you.”

She found the will to swallow, letting her eyes close. He’d given her way too much to think about. Her brain was overloaded. So was her bladder. She really needed to pee.

As soon as the bottle was empty, he removed it, but moments later another nipple was in her mouth.

She whimpered, not wanting to drink more.

“It’s just a pacifier, Little one. It will help you self-soothe. Try it.”

Rylee resumed sucking, shocked to find he was right. It felt good in her mouth. So had the bottle. He was right about a lot of things. Could he possibly be right about her enjoying a spanking, too? That seemed ludicrous.

Daddy set his palm on her stomach and pressed against her bladder. “You have to pee, Rylee. I don’t want to risk taking you to the potty right now. Don’t fight Daddy on this.”

She squirmed in his embrace, but he was persistent, and she knew he was right about this issue, too, darn it.

She didn’t have the strength to sit on the toilet right now.

If he took her to the bathroom, he would have to hold her over the potty himself.

That seemed more mortifying than wetting a diaper.

Giving up the fight, she relaxed her bladder and peed herself.

It should have been humiliating, and on some level it was, but Daddy was so pleased with her, showering her with kisses and praise, that it was difficult to bother caring about her embarrassment.

If he wanted her to use a diaper, why should she care?