Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Bending slightly, he lifted his girl into his arms and cradled her against his chest. She was the most precious Little girl in the world.
Chapter Eight
Rylee’s body went completely limp as her Daddy lifted her into his arms. He kissed all over her face as he turned away from the window. Her labored breathing slowly calmed as he moved around the kitchen.
She couldn’t find the energy to open her eyes, but she suspected he was fixing her another bottle. Frankly, she was glad. She was thirsty and hungry, and the last thing she wanted to do was go to the trouble to chew or even try to explain what few foods she didn’t mind eating.
Rylee blinked a few times when she felt herself being lowered onto a soft surface, realizing he was laying her on the couch. She couldn’t keep from whimpering as he rolled her to her side so she was facing the cushions.
“I’m going to take the beads out, Little one, so I can take your temperature again.”
Hadn’t he just done so only a few minutes ago? She didn’t argue, though. It didn’t seem prudent. She got the feeling Hayes was not the sort of man who would be prone to anger, but now wasn’t the time to test that theory. There was no need. He’d done nothing but make her feel like the most precious being on Earth. Why would she be argumentative over his need to take her temperature?
Because it’s weird and invasive, she reminded herself. But the truth was she kind of liked how it felt when he touched her so intimately. It made her feel closer to him.
He held her steady with a hand on her hip, parting her bottom for his inspection for what seemed like the tenth time.
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 word pussy even 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.”