Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Dead?”
The unexpected answer had me trying not to smile as I waited for Camden to decide that he wasn’t dying of embarrassment.
“Has my dead sub’s limits changed at all?” I figured that might be a good place to start, and I was back to trying not to smile when the lump sighed.
“No. I’m dead, so it doesn’t matter.”
He was dramatic even when he wasn’t little.
But since drama wasn’t a safeword—I’d learned that fact from Wilder’s interesting new friends—I snaked my hand under the covers and gave the lump’s bottom a squeeze. “Still dry. Do you want me to take off your diaper?”
There was a lot of groaning going on for someone who was supposed to be dead.
“Yes, please.” The tone was slightly less dramatic and he finally peeked his head out from the pile of covers he’d buried himself under. “Hi.”
And back he went under the covers.
I thought we were making progress. He wasn’t pretending to be asleep anymore and he’d acknowledged he wasn’t dead and I knew that he wasn’t little.
Yep, definitely a good starting point.
“Hi.” Setting my phone on the nightstand, because even though I had no intention of going to work on time, my brain had still woken me up at the crack of dawn, I stroked over the lump’s head and down his back. “I had a good time yesterday. I liked going out with you and playing with little Camden and just having fun together.”
His head inched out again as he rolled over on his side to stare up at me. “I did too.”
More progress…he didn’t hide that time.
“Do I need to remind you that there’s nothing in what we did last night to be ashamed or embarrassed about?” His sigh was utterly adorable and I was so proud of myself for keeping a straight face like a good Dom would.
“No.” Shifting closer, he rested his head on my lap and curled around me. “That would just be silly. It’s obvious that you’re fine.”
“That’s right.” I leaned over and kissed his head. “And it’s obvious that you are sweet and cute and need to decide if I’m going to give you a moment by yourself to change or if you want me to still be your Daddy-ish Dom this morning.”
That got a quiet laugh out of my nervous sub.
“I…I think having time to myself might make my nerves worse? Does that make sense?” Pausing, he turned and looked up at me. “Is that okay?”
“It’s okay and it’s also perfectly understandable.” Stroking my hand over his head, I kept my touch gentle. “You need reassurance that nothing changed in a bad way after what we did because it was a big shift for us. You need to see I’m good with what we did and probably that I still desire grown-up Camden?”
That had his cheeks going pink as he rolled and hid his face against my stomach, so nervous but no denial and no safeword. Yep, still making progress. “You know, I should probably make sure I clean you off very well after you’ve been in your diaper all night.”
We weren’t going to ignore the elephant in the room…but I did give him a few seconds to safeword or question me. When neither happened, I rolled my nervous ball of drama off my lap and pushed the covers back.
He was surprisingly easy to move, which said a lot about where he was at. He didn’t even go back to hiding, although he couldn’t decide if he was going to look at the ceiling or close his eyes. It was cute, but I managed to pretend everything was perfectly fine.
Nothing to smile about here.
Nope, I just started stripping off the teddy jammies and then the dry diaper. I didn’t even smile when his dick waved around to say hello as well. I even managed to stay completely boring when I grabbed a baby wipe from the nightstand and took my time slowly making sure he was very clean.
I did, however, laugh when as soon as I stepped back, he huffed dramatically and jumped off the bed still wearing just his teddy jammie shirt. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I wasn’t any more mature about his naked tushy run to the bathroom.
Bad Daddy.
Bad Dom.
Fun boyfriend?
We’d have to see about that.
Chapter Twelve
Camden
Mean Daddy.
Naughty Dom.
But he had made sure I wasn’t too worried or little or just nuts in general…and he’d cleaned me up and he’d picked out my diapers last night.
And he’d been laughing, so he wasn’t weirded out by it all.
He wasn’t even angry that I’d looked little when I woke up in my pajamas but wasn’t little.
So maybe he wasn’t too mean of a Dom.
But would I be naughty if I hoped he’d get a bit more wicked?
Looking at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, I frowned. I still had my teddy bear shirt on…and nothing else. How had that happened? “Fabulous. This is not a great let’s seduce our Dom look.”