Page 17 of Lacey's Daddy
I open my eyes partway to see he’s indeed holding a pink sparkly pacifier. It’s so pretty. Do I want to suck it, though? I decide to give it a try and open my mouth.
Daddy pops it in and holds it in place while I relax into him again.
I’m almost asleep when he rises and lowers me into the crib. I whimper. I liked it better when he was holding me.
He tucks the blanket around me and rubs my tummy. “Sleep, Little one. I have a baby monitor. I’ll know if you wake up. You’re safe here, Baby girl. Oh, wait. You need Fluffy. I’ll go grab her.”
A moment later, he’s back. He tucks Fluffy under the covers with me and kisses my forehead before lifting the side of the crib.
Maybe I should think this room is far too weird, but I find I like it. I feel protected by the crib railings. I won’t fall out of bed. I don’t even have to get up to go potty. The pacifier feels good. Fluffy is in my arms. I’m so happy for the first time in forever.
Chapter Six
I wake up to the sound of someone whispering my name. Someone kind. It’s not my father. I lift my eyelids to find Brian leaning over me, smiling down at me. He has his hand on my tummy over the soft blanket.
“There’s my sweet girl. I hate to wake you, but you need to take a bottle, Baby girl. You’ve been asleep for twelve hours.”
I gasp, and the pacifier falls out of my mouth. “I slept that long?”
“Yes, Little one. I’m sure you need the rest. I’ll let you go back to sleep after you take a bottle. Plus I need to change your diaper.”
My breath hitches, and I lift my head to look down. A squeeze of my thighs confirms my diaper is very full. I can’t believe I wet myself. It makes me panic. I groan.
“Hey, there.” Daddy rubs my tummy. “Don’t you worry about your diaper. I’ll change it in a jiffy, and it will be all better.”
I look at him. “Why didn’t I wake up?”
He smiles. “Sweet girl, it’s common for Littles to let themselves relax and sink into a deeper regression when they have a diaper on. I’m sure you felt safe, and I’m very glad.”
I sigh. I’m unnerved, but I guess it’s not going to kill me that I wet myself.
Daddy’s right. He whisks me out of the crib and onto the changing table in seconds. The heavily soaked diaper is gone moments later, and he’s cleaning my folds.
I watch him, holding my breath, willing him to touch me longer. When he stops, I inadvertently whimper.
He meets my gaze and smiles. “You like it when Daddy touches you.”
I bite my lip and don’t confirm. My face is hot.
He opens a jar. “I’m going to put a cream on your pussy, Little one. It needs to sit for five minutes. Can you stay still for me for that long?”
I nod slowly. “What is it?”
“It will remove your hair. Littles who wear diapers need to keep their pussy free of hair so it doesn’t trap moisture.” He’s already putting it on me.
I’m shocked. I’ve never thought of removing my hair, but I kind of like the idea. I bet I’ll feel Littler without it.
I watch him with rapt interest as he cleans his fingers and then sets his palms on my inner thighs. He meets my gaze and smiles. “Stay very still for me, okay, Baby girl?”
I nod.
“How does your wrist feel today?”
I realize I’m holding it against my chest with my other hand. “It’s okay.”
“And your tummy?” He releases my thighs to gently guide my hands to my sides before prodding the bruise on my side.
“It will heal, Daddy,” I tell him. He looks so concerned. It feels funny having someone care about me. I’m sure Amelia would have cared if I had ever shared any of the details about my life, but I’ve never told a soul.
