Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
He left her limp body sprawled out on the bed and headed for the kitchen to grab her a bottle. She needed fluids and calories after the night they’d had. A bottle was the easiest way to get both in her.
When he returned and climbed onto the bed, she barely opened her eyes. “Sleepy, Daddy.”
He held up the bottle and tapped her lips. “You need to feed first, Baby girl.”
She slowly accepted the nipple, drawing it into her mouth before finally suckling. She stared at him, uncertainty in her gaze, brow furrowed, cheeks growing pink.
He settled on his hip next to her and smiled. “Let Daddy feed you, Leah. Taking care of you will be my greatest pleasure in life. It’s as instinctive for me to dote on you as it is for you to accept my care.”
She closed her eyes and suckled harder, accepting his dominance, at least for the time being.
When the bottle was empty, he set it aside and reached for a diaper from the nightstand. She was limp and nearly asleep, and she didn’t fight him when he lifted her hips, slid the soft material under her, and closed it around her waist.
She frowned as he pulled the covers over her. Now that the frenzy of the shift was over, her temperature had dropped, and she was shivering.
Elias pulled her into his arms, kissed her neck, and whispered, “Submit, Little one. Let yourself fully relax. You can sleep harder than ever when you’re diapered. Daddy’s got you.”
Either she believed him or she was too tired to argue because she slid into a deep sleep.
For a while, Elias watched her. She was so peaceful. So unbelievably perfect. She was his. He’d been a fool to think this would never have happened to him. He was so happy that when he finally let himself join her in slumber, he was grinning.
Chapter Twenty
A week passed. Seven of the most blissful days Leah could ever have imagined. Elias had told her they would spend about a month together getting to know each other and rarely parting.
He was right. She didn’t like being in a different room from him. She lost all inhibitions about her body in less than twenty-four hours. She didn’t even close the door when she peed, and she didn’t mind the times he diapered her either.
He was right about everything, which sometimes infuriated her, but it was hard to argue with the man. She indeed felt more submissive when she was diapered. She slid into a headspace that made her dependent on him in a way that was freeing.
She got over her aversion to having her bottom penetrated fast, too—mostly because he put a plug in her on the second day and refused to take it out for a long time. Every day he used a larger plug and left it in longer, telling her it would help her get used to the sensation.
She would have argued, but there was no way to hide how horny she got every time she moved around wearing the obnoxious item. Its presence was all-consuming. Sometimes she crawled up in his lap and lowered herself over his shaft because she liked the sensation of having both holes filled.
True to his word, Elias bought her all the art supplies she could want, set everything up in a spare room, and encouraged her to paint or draw or color anytime she felt the desire.
She liked how he watched her when she worked. She’d never liked an audience before she’d met him, but the way he stared at her with such intensity made her skin tingle.
Elias set an armchair in the art room and spent a lot of time lounging in it while his gaze never turned from her.
Most of the time, the two of them were naked. Her life was nothing like she’d imagined. She’d pictured a mate who lifted her skirts and thrust into her painfully. Not this. Not a mate who worshiped her body day and night, always making sure she reached at least twice as many orgasms as he did.
His body was wonderous. She liked staring at him, too, and she often did while he was cooking. He liked to restrain her naked body in the highchair, cinch the strap up tight between her legs, and strut around with his hard shaft on display while he hummed and cooked.
It was maddening, and she rubbed herself off more than once on the strap, making him chuckle.
One day he sat in her nursery and made her try on everything in her closet and model for him. Since he hadn’t picked out any of the dresses or outfits for her, he wanted to see what they all looked like and specifically what they looked like on her.
The clothes were probably the strangest part about her new life. Short dresses with tiny sleeves. Most of them barely covered her panties or diaper. They weren’t decent. She couldn’t imagine wearing them out of the house, but he insisted she would and that every other Little girl would be dressed similarly.