Page 12 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Ten

An hour later, I feel raw and splayed open, my soul bared as I settle into Daddy’s lap in his huge recliner and let him bottle-feed me. I stare into his eyes and hold on to his pinky.

Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. I’ve never felt so Little, so cherished. I thought it would be too young for me, and I would hate it, but I was wrong.

As I suckle the delicious formula, I realize I might have lied to myself for all these years. Maybe a part of me really wanted to be this Little, but I didn’t think it would ever happen, so I told myself I didn’t actually want it as a way of protecting my heart from the inevitable.

How could I know that someone like Tate would come along and fill all my wildest dreams? My imagination sometimes goes there, especially when I read Daddy books or watch other Littles interact with their caregivers at the Dungeon.

Daddy’s smile is warm and content. He’s more relaxed just like I am. It’s like we were meant for this moment, and I think we’re both disappointed when the formula is all gone.

Daddy sets the bottle aside, but he grabs something else from the end table and holds it up. He doesn’t ask. He taps my lips with the pacifier and says, “Open up, Baby girl. Take the paci for Daddy.”

I open my mouth and let him pop it in. A deep sigh escapes my nose as I settle in again, leaning against his chest.

He rocks me back and forth, kissing my forehead over and over. When my eyes grow heavy, he lifts me in his arms and carries me upstairs. He’s silent as he gently lays me on his bed. He pushes my nightie up and off my body, exposing my torso, and leans over to kiss me gently on the bellybutton.

I squirm, sucking the pacifier harder as he trails kisses down toward my pussy. My breath hitches and I suck even harder when he slowly eases my panties off and tosses them on the floor.

For a long time, he stares at my naked pussy, holding me open. Memorizing my glistening folds? It should be unnerving, but instead it’s sweet. Sensual.

My chest is rising and falling, but I’m not nervous.

I’m happy. We just got together last night, and already I feel happier than I’ve ever felt in my life.

I can’t imagine what my evening would have been like if I hadn’t spent it with him.

What did I used to do with my evenings before I got together with Daddy last night?

Daddy touched me intimately in the bath earlier.

He stroked my folds longer than necessary.

He circled my nipples and my clit unnecessarily, leaving me panting and needy, but he didn’t let me come.

I think he only did those things so I would know that I could be both Little and Big at the same time.

I hope he’s going to let me come this time because I’ve been horny and wet for a while. I’m relieved when he finally lowers his mouth to my smooth pussy and sucks me.

I arch my chest and tip my head back, letting the pacifier drop out of my mouth, partly because I can’t focus on both the paci and his attention, but also because doing so shifts me just enough into my adult headspace to fully enjoy his attention.

Suddenly Daddy stops teasing. He thrusts a finger into me while he captures my clit with his teeth and flicks it over and over until I’m a ball of lust. I explode against his mouth, screaming out his name as I ride the waves of pleasure. Praying this is all real and I get to keep him.

I’m still gasping for oxygen when Daddy lifts his face. He smiles at me while he wipes his lips on the sheets, then he pops my paci back into my mouth and leans toward the nightstand. When he rises back above me, he’s holding a diaper.

My breath hitches, and I bite down on the pacifier. I stare at him while he opens the diaper. I’ve never been so nervous. I tried everything else, but this is huge. Even wearing it is huge. Using it is out of this stratosphere. Can I do it?

Can I not?

Daddy watches my face as he lifts my ankles with one hand to lift my butt off the bed. I let him. I let him tuck the diaper under me. I let him spread my knees wide. I let him rub diaper cream on my folds. I let him close the diaper around me.

And I feel nothing but warm and secure. Something in me snaps. It’s a giant relief. It’s like my entire body relaxes as I settle into my Little.

Daddy scoots me to the middle of the bed, climbs in with me, and pulls me into his arms. He kisses the top of my head. “You are so precious, Sophia. So precious…”

I close my eyes and fall quickly asleep.

At some point in the middle of the night, I feel restless and start squirming. It occurs to me that I never went potty before we went to bed. I whimper behind the pacifier, hating that I need to wake up enough to go use the bathroom.

Daddy holds me closer, his arms tightening around me. His lips come to my ear. “Relax, Baby girl. I’ve got you in every way.”

I reach up to pull my paci out of my mouth so I can tell him I need to go potty, but he gently circles my wrist, lowers my arm, and uses his other hand to hold my pacifier in my mouth.

“You’re safe. You’re with Daddy. No one is judging you here. Let your body relax. Use your diaper, Baby girl. I promise you’ll like it. Don’t think about anything except how good it feels to submit to Daddy and obey me. Relax your bladder, Sophia.”

He wants me to use the diaper. I struggle for a few more seconds, wiggling in his arms, nervous about taking this step. It’s huge. It’s not the same as taking a bottle or sucking a pacifier. It’s a giant step.

Daddy presses against my bladder, whispering encouraging words in my ear. “Wet yourself for Daddy, Baby girl. Let it go. After you do it once, it will get easier. You’ll wonder why you ever slept at night without a diaper on.”

I inhale and exhale deeply through my nose, still fighting a losing battle in my head. Finally I give up the battle and let my body go limp. As soon as I relax my bladder, I can’t stop myself from peeing what seems like a gallon.

Daddy cups the front of my diaper while I pee. It’s so intimate. It should be humiliating, but instead it’s just him showing me that he’s in charge, and he cares.

When I’m done, a great relief rushes through me. It’s not the first time in the past day, and it won’t be the last I suspect.

I’m not ready to face the changing me part of this deal, though, so when Daddy stands next to the bed and drags me to the edge, I cover my eyes with my forearm.

He quickly removes the soaked diaper, wipes my skin clean, and slides another one under me. In no time at all, we’re tucked back under the covers, and I fall back asleep. I’m even more content than earlier. I’m also happier.