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Daddy sets his hand on top of my head to keep me from wiggling so much. His other hand comes to my tummy. “Wet your diaper, Little one. I promise it will get easier.”

I squeeze my eyes closed and will myself to pee. Finally I let loose, and once I start, I can’t stop. It seems like gallons of peepee comes out of me.

Daddy moves his hand down between my legs, palming the soaked diaper as it fills. “Such a good girl. See? Easy peasy.”

I’m panting from the relief I feel as soon as I’m done, and I put my bear back over my eyes so I don’t have to watch as Daddy changes me. He’s so careful to clean my folds, apply more diaper cream, and secure me back up.

Then we get to my favorite part of being Little, snuggling in Daddy’s arms while he feeds me another bottle.

Chapter Nine

When I wake up on the third day at Theo’s house, I feel much more myself. For the first time, my head isn’t foggy or throbbing. I manage to push to sitting without wincing. My tailbone still hurts, but Dr. Rubio—Connor—said it could take weeks or even months to fully heal. It was badly bruised. My elbows are scabbed over, and the abrasions on the backs of my thighs have stopped itching.

What I want now is a shower. Daddy said it wasn’t safe for me to take a bath or shower until this morning. That’s the most important thing on my agenda.

I’m not surprised when he steps into the room. I’m well aware he has a monitor sitting on the nightstand that alerts him every time I so much as breathe.

“Hey there, Little one. How are you feeling?”

“All better. Can I take a shower now?”

He chuckles as he sits next to me. “How about a bath. That’s safer. I’ll wash you, and you can play with toys.”

I lick my lips. He’s seen every inch of me naked, but it’s been mostly clinical up until now. A bath will leave me fully exposed to him, and if he’s going to run his hands all over my body…

He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. “Not negotiable, Baby girl,” he says in his firmest tone.

“Okay…” I sigh, resigned. The man is bossy. I’m going to have to get used to that if I want to actually have a relationship with him. The truth is I like it when he gets all growly. It brings goosebumps to my skin and makes my pussy wet. At least if I’m in the bathtub, maybe he won’t notice.

He chuckles, still looking in my eyes. “I’m learning to read you better every day, Little one.”

I purse my lips, hoping he’s wrong.

He surprises me when he lowers his palm to my breast and cups it over the thin material of my shirt. When his thumb strokes over my nipple, I gasp.

“Mmm. The truth is my girl thrives on boundaries and dominance.”

I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t say anything. I’m too tongue-tied because he’s still thrumming my nipple. He hasn’t touched me in such an overtly sexual manner before.

I whimper when he releases my breast. He kisses my forehead and lowers me back to the bed. Without a word, he spreads my legs, removes my soaked diaper, and cleans me with wipes.

“Can I have panties today, Daddy?”

He glances at me. “Mmm. Only if you will let Daddy help you when you need to go potty.”

I sigh dramatically. “I’m all better. I won’t fall off the potty.”

He smiles. “I suspect you are quite well, and I’m equally certain you won’t fall off the potty.” He lifts me up and stands me on my feet on the floor. “Come.” He wraps up the wet diaper and drops it in the trashcan.

When he’s at the door, he reaches out a hand and repeats, “Come, Baby girl.”

I’m standing in front of him with nothing but a tiny T-shirt on. My pussy is bare and exposed. But he’s smiling as he waits for me. He’s got something up his sleeve. Plus I didn’t understand what his cryptic comment meant about me being well and safe from falling. If those two things are true, and he believes them, then why can’t I use the potty without help?

I let him guide me out of the room and across the hall, following him into the room he said would be my nursery. And then I stop walking, gasping, eyes wide, knees wobbling.

“What do you think?” He squats behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.

I look around at everything in this room, stunned. It’s fully furnished and decorated. It’s the most inviting room I’ve ever seen in my life. Now I understand why he’s been asking me so many questions about my likes and dislikes. He told me he simply wanted to get to know me, but secretly he used every detail I told him to plan this special room.