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Her cheeks heated. She wasn’t justwearinga diaper. It was full and heavy and warm between her legs. She’d used it. She’d wet herself—probably more than once—in the night without being aware. It also occurred to her that she didn’t need to pee. She’d already done so.
Hayes’s arms tightened around her as his lips came to her neck where he kissed her. “I can feel your panic rising, Little one. What’s wrong?”
She pursed her lips, not wanting to admit what was bothering her.
Hayes…Daddy. She’d thought of him as Daddy and called him that all day yesterday. It had grown on her. Now that she was more awake and lucid, the idea of using that endearment unsettled her a bit. Perhaps combined with the diaper she was wearing and the number of bottles he’d fed her.
He rolled her to her back and smiled down at her. “You may have an amazing sense of smell, but I still have the ability to tell when my mate is unnerved.” He set a palm on her chest between her breasts, reminding her that she was naked—except for the full diaper. That thought never left her mind.
He kissed her gently. “I will always know when your heartrate is elevated and when your pulse picks up. Our connection is strong and will grow with every passing day. That bond allows me to sense things about you even from another room. You can feel my emotions, too, Little one.”
Rylee nodded. He was right. She could. He’d been calm until she’d woken him up with her stress.
“Talk to me, Little one.”
“I don’t need a diaper,” she blurted.
He stroked her cheek, staring at her with furrowed brows. “Ahh, that’s what’s got you all upset?” Holding himself up by one elbow, he lowered his other hand from her chest down to the diaper. When he cupped the front of it and squeezed as if to confirm it was full, she whimpered.
“Do you remember what I said yesterday about submitting to me, Baby girl?”
She nodded slightly. She remembered, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about it today. She’d been feverish and enamoredwith him. She’d probably agreed to things she wouldn’t have under ordinary circumstances.
She’d been so bold yesterday. Nothing like herself. Had that all been part of the transition? At least her sense of smell wasn’t as out of control this morning. She was still aware of their combined pheromones, however, and as he held her gaze, she realized she was succumbing to the need to have him inside her again.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Rylee,” Daddy commanded in a gentle tone that seemed incongruent with his words.
She whimpered as she parted for him. It wasn’t as if her thighs had been pressed together. That wasn’t possible with the bulky material between them.
“Good girl.”
Those two words made her pussy clench. She wanted to please him on a level she’d never imagined, and she liked the way it made her feel when he praised her.
Without taking his gaze off hers, he unfastened the sides of her diaper, lowered the front, and tugged it out from under her. The covers slid away, exposing her as he reached to toss the used diaper over the side of the bed.
Rylee pulled her knees together, embarrassed for a variety of reasons, mostly because of how much she’d wet herself but also because she was naked and so very aroused.
Daddy grabbed something from the nightstand before returning to the same position on his side next to her. He held a wet cloth in his hand. “Legs, naughty girl. I didn’t say you could close them.”
Her breath hitched, and her mouth went dry as she parted her thighs slowly. Disobeying him wasn’t an option, and though he didn’t use a tone that insinuated he was truly disappointed or angry when he called her naughty, it wasn’t the same as when he called her his good girl. She liked that better.
He reached between her legs and gently wiped her skin clean.
She was panting as he dropped the cloth over the side of the bed to join the diaper.
When he returned, his hand slid between her legs, and the barest tips of his fingers touched her sensitive folds. “I can smell your arousal, Baby girl. It’s potent.”
Why couldn’t she also smell her need as strongly as him? Of all the scents filling her nose this morning, her own wasn’t overwhelming. And yet, Daddy seemingly noticed hers.
“What did I say last night about diapering you, Little one?”
She licked her lips, shocked that he wanted her to reiterate something like that. She was almost too overcome with arousal to focus.
Daddy’s fingers stopped touching her swollen pussy, hovering just out of reach, making her squirm. She realized he was waiting for her to answer him. Darn it.
She swallowed. “You saidyouwill decide when to diaper me.”
“That’s right. After your shift, you were really out of it, Little one. If I had brought you to bed without a diaper, you probably would have wet yourself, don’t you think?” He lifted a brow.