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 wordpussyeven 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?”
