Page 16 of Lacey's Daddy
I hold my breath when he parts my legs even wider and gently rubs the cream onto my special place. I can’t breathe. I purse my lips and watch, mesmerized. His touch feels so good. It’s unexpected. This is much more than the tingling I felt earlier or what I feel when I think about him. A tightness grows in my tummy, and my nipples get hard.
I want to touch them. I can’t stop myself. I reach with both hands and cover my breasts, squeezing them.
Daddy doesn’t say a word as he continues to rub my private parts.
I’m panting when he finishes, and a little whimper escapes my mouth.
Daddy smiles at me as he lifts the front of the diaper over my special place and fastens it. “No one has ever touched you like that before, have they, Little one?”
I shake my head.
“And you haven’t touched yourself either?”
More head shaking. I’m embarrassed. My face is hot, and I’m still squeezing my boobies. He’s right about that word. I feel very Little lying here on this changing table in a diaper. Boobies seems like an appropriate word.
He comes to my side and leans over to kiss my knuckles like he did the last time I covered my chest. With a hand at the back of my neck, he helps me sit upright before reaching for something on the shelf below me.
He holds up a pretty pink T-shirt that says Daddy’s girl on the front in darker pink glitter.
I love it so much I almost start crying. It looks brand new. I haven’t had any new clothes in ten years. I don’t remember owning anything so pretty. It’s bright instead of drab. It’s not torn. There are no holes in it. And the sparkles…
“Arms up, Baby girl.”
I lift my arms and luxuriate in the way he pulls the shirt over my head and down my body. It fits me perfectly, reaching just to the top of my diaper. I’m leery about the diaper. It feels weird. I’m not sure I can use it. But Daddy acts like it’s perfectly normal, and I want to please him.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me to a large rocking chair where he sits with me across his lap, cradled in his arms. He grabs the softest blanket I’ve ever felt from a shelf next to us and tucks it around my body.
“There. Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He groans slightly as he rolls me toward his chest and rocks me close to his body.
I snuggle against him. He feels so good. I worry I’m dreaming. This apartment is warm. This shirt smells good. The blanket is so, so, so soft. I don’t ever want this dream to end.
Finally, he leans me back. “I’m going to feed you a bottle, Little one, and then put you in that crib to sleep. I bet you haven’t slept well in a long time.”
He’s right. I’m always cold, and there are weird noises in the woods behind the house. I’ve never gotten used to them. And I always sleep in fear that I won’t wake up early enough to make breakfast to my father’s liking.
“In the morning, you’ll feel better, Little one. Then we can talk about our plans.”
“Okay.”
He reaches for a bottle on the shelf next to us and holds it to my mouth. “I promise you’ll like it. All the Littles on the island drink this exact formula, and they love it.”
My eyes go wide. “The Littles on the island all take bottles?”
He smiles. “Yep. Some of them graduate to soft foods if their Daddies decide that’s what’s best for them, but all of them take bottles at least part of the time.”
He’s rocking me. It’s soothing. I never want it to end. I open my mouth and accept the bottle. It takes me a moment to get the hang of the nipple, but soon I’m sucking, and it’s so yummy. It tastes like a vanilla milkshake. When did I last have a milkshake? I don’t know.
When I close my eyes, I start to drift, and Daddy jiggles the bottle. “Finish all of it, Little one. You need the calories.”
It’s hard to stay awake, but I eventually finish the bottle. I can’t hold my eyes open. I’m so warm and…safe. I’m safe. No one is going to hurt me tonight. I can sleep without fear of someone suddenly screaming at me.
Daddy taps my lips with the nipple again, but I’m full now. I turn my head and purse my lips.
He chuckles. “It’s a pacifier, Little one. Try it. I bet it will calm you.”
