Page 15 of Layla's Daddy

“You answered so fast. Why eight?”

“It’s all circly with no sharp edges. Everyone likes eight,” I declare.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are so deep and sexy. I want to touch them, but I keep my hands fisted at my sides. For long seconds he just stares at me, smiling like he’s won the lottery.

Finally, he leans back to grab a wipe and gently starts cleaning the cream and hair from my pussy. It feels so strange. He’s rather clinical about it, but I’m not. I keep thinking about what it would feel like if he put his mouth there and pushed a finger into me. I want that.

When he’s satisfied that I’m totally clean, he picks up another tube and squeezes ointment onto his fingers.

“What’s that one, Daddy?” I gasp as soon as the word leaves my mouth.

Theo stops moving and meets my gaze. “Say it again,” he whispers.

I swallow.

“Say it, Baby girl. It was like music.”

“Daddy…” I whisper. It just slipped out the first time, but it feels right. After all, the man is putting a diaper on me. It’s only natural I should call him Daddy.

He leans over and kisses my forehead before setting one hand on my pelvis to hold me steady. He then rubs the ointmentonto me with his other fingers. “It’s diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your sensitive skin.”

I’m panting as his fingers trail all over my pussy. He doesn’t miss a spot. He even pushes the hood back from my clit and applies the ointment to my swollen little nub. When he slides his fingers lower to coat my puckered hole, I arch right off the changing pad, moaning.

Daddy puts the lid back on the cream and wipes his fingers again. “You are the prettiest Little girl in the world, Layla. I’m so glad you ran into me this morning.”

Was that just this morning? It seems like eons ago.

He bends down to kiss my tummy, making me giggle again. I’m so happy. Can it last? Can this be real? Can he be my Daddy for real? I’m scared to believe that’s possible.

“I’m going to look at the scrapes on your bottom now, Baby girl. Can you pull your knees up to your chest and hold them for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” I tip my legs up, wrap my arms under my knees, and pull them toward my face.

“Perfect. Good girl. Hold steady for me.” He touches my booboos in a few spots. “This isn’t too bad. I’ll put a large bandage on each side to protect the scrapes from the elastic. I bet it won’t hurt at all in a few days.”

Does he think I’ll still be here in a few days? He’s making me a nursery. I should probably feel pressured, but I don’t. It’s not me I’m worried about. I could easily agree to be his Little girl without flinching. It’s him I’m worried about. If he changes his mind, I will be devastated, especially after he takes care of me with so much kindness.

“Don’t move, Baby girl. I don’t want you to fall off the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leaves and returns a moment later with a box of bandages. It only takes a few seconds to put them on. “You can lower your legs now. Spread them open for me again.”

I obey him, but I’m panting, and wetness is leaking from my pussy. What will he think if he sees it?

He slides the pink diaper under me, lifts the front up, and fastens it at my waist. When he’s done, he leans over the top of me again, hands near my head. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

My cheeks are hot, and I’m trembling with arousal.

“I know you’re aroused, Baby girl. No reason to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal. I’m aroused, too. And I’m really glad we’re on the same page. I bet you need to pee pretty badly by now, huh?”

I slowly nod.

He lifts one hand and sets it on my tummy.

I whimper and pull my knees up when he finds my bladder.

“Let it go, Baby girl. I promise it’s only hard the first time. It will get easier.”