Page 25 of Saving Little Jenna
When she finally broke the hug, I carried her to the closet and let her touch all her new clothes. Her gaze was fixed on the pull-ups with little dogs on them. I pictured her in a diapered babydoll dress walking her dog outside and the image in my head was just too darn cute.
"Want to try your first pull-up?" I asked.
She looked unsure, but she shivered as she nodded. There was no doubt we were both turned on by the idea. Despite her not using it, changing her diaper was so arousing to me because it was such a private thing.
Laying her onto the changing table, I pulled her diaper down and powdered her crotch. It was adorable how she cooed and kicked her limbs in excitement. At the same time, the lust in her eyes was unmistakable. She needed her Daddy to touch her, but she was too shy to ask for it. I decided to wait until the day she’d grow comfortable enough to ask for Daddy's touch.
She spent most of the day playing with her new toys and watching cartoons while I watched over her. Later that night with just the bedside lamp on, she lay in her new crib-styled bed covered with a dog printed blankie.
"Once upon a time there was a little princess who wanted a puppy so bad…," I began reading her bedtime story.
She was excited to see how it ends, but the setting had pushed her so deep into the Little headspace that she fell asleep halfway through. She looked so peaceful asleep. At least the demons she'd been running away from couldn't bother her in sleep.
"Goodnight, darling," I whispered and lay a kiss on her forehead.
"Night-night, Daddy," she said in her sleep.
When she frowned and patted the space next to her, I picked her stuffie off the floor and handed it to her. She let out a content sigh and sucked onto her non-existent pacifier.
Before she could realize it was missing, I pressed her favorite pink binky against her lips.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said before beginning to suck on it.
I sat there for a little while taking it all in. Just a few weeks ago I was so sure I'd never find someone because I was too caring and controlling. It was crazy how better life could get by having the right person by your side. Jenna had forever changed my life for the better without even realizing it.
Chapter 9: Jenna
It had been several days since Daddy gifted me a new nursery, but I was still so obsessed with it. I spent most of my waking time in it, playing with toys, dressing up, and coloring books. The only time I stepped out was to eat or watch cartoons. It was nice to have Daddy spend so much time with me in the nursery. I would've assumed he would be bored of watching me do Little things every day, but the smile on his face said it only gave him joy.
Ever since Clark had become my Daddy, each day I would wake up and tell myself that today was the day it would happen. Today would be the day Daddy would tell me it was all just a cruel joke, that how could I have thought anyone would want to love me when life had shown me over and over again that I was unlovable, that he was disgusted by everything I said and did all along but had to hide it. I knew it was cruel of me to think Daddy was secretly evil like the other people in my life, but it was a force of habit. I had to assume the worst in everyone just to survive, for everyone else in my life had been so cruel to me.
Each evening when Daddy would turn out to be just as loving and caring as he was in the morning, I would go to bed thinking tomorrow would definitely be the day when Daddy would drop the act and kick me out, calling me a freak who deserved to live on the streets.
However, over the past few days, I'd been waking up with a big smile on my face, knowing Daddy loved me unconditionally, that he wanted nothing in return other than me being my genuine self. Daddy's love was healing me and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced.
Now that I thought about it with a clear head, I scolded myself for ever thinking Daddy could want me harm. He was the nicest man in the whole world for saving me, and no one had the right to question his character, not even me.
Nevertheless, at the very least I assumed he would soon realize that age play wasn't for him. It was a much more plausible outcome. Changing diapers, reading bedtime stories, and watching someone play with toys wasn't part of every man's ideal relationship. But with each passing day, he was falling just as madly in love.
Now as I walked into his bedroom, I saw him in bed with black briefs and smiling at me. Sometimes all it took for me to be madly aroused was a smile on his handsome face. As much as I needed release, he had been waiting for me to get comfortable enough around him to ask for his touch, which was about to happen one of these days.
When he sat up and patted his lap, I walked over and took a seat. As he wrapped his arms around me, I felt so tiny and safe in his firm grip. I felt the warmth of his strong upper body against my back and stifled a moan. I still hadn't gotten used to being physically so close to another man. I'd been starved of a man's touch for so long, all I wanted to do these days was have Daddy touch me in naughty places day and night.
When I felt his cock grow against my ass, I was about to let out a loud moan and beg him to make me feel good. But the moan turned into a gasp halfway through when I realized what today was.
"Ready for your first official playdate with Daddy?" He asked, causing me to shake like a leaf.
A few days ago, Daddy had planned a playdate for today with just the two of us where there were fun activities planned throughout the day. It was his way of showing he was ready to be my Daddy forever.
While a playdate had initially sounded fun, I slowly began to realize what it meant. This was the most responsibility he'd ever have to take when it came to taking care of me. Somehow it felt like it was a test and I had a fear of failing. What if at the end of the day he realized that being a full-time Daddy was too much for him? I was already far too emotionally invested in him to even think about him coming to the realization he wasn’t a Daddy.
"Whoa!" He rubbed my tummy and lay soft kisses on my neck. "You're so anxious all of a sudden you're practically vibrating. What's bothering you, sweetheart?"
"N-nothing, Daddy," I lied as I continued to shiver and tremble. "I-I'm absolutely fine."
"Nonsense," Daddy said in a stern voice. "I won't tolerate lies when it comes to your comfort and well-being, Little one."
"Sorry, Daddy." I sighed and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "It's our first playdate and it feels like a test, a test to see whether you can handle my Littleness for one whole day. It might be the last time you get to change your mind. I'm afraid that if I do something wrong, you'll realize that being a Daddy is too much responsibility for you. So in other words, if you were ever to change your mind, today might be it."
