Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She drained the bottle without fussing and didn’t even squirm until he removed the nipple and reached to set it on the floor.
A soft whimper escaped her lips, but she settled once more when he plugged her mouth with the paci.
He continued rocking her for a minute because he couldn’t stand the idea of putting her down in her crib.
When her eyes grew heavy, he finally rose and carried her to the changing table. He wanted to add one more touch to her younger age range.
Her eyes widened a bit when he lowered her to the table, and she wiggled as he pulled a safety strap across her tummy. When she arched her chest and moaned behind the pacifier, he knew he was making the right choice.
Grayson kept a close eye on her reactions as he removed her shoes and socks and then eased her panties over her hips and down her body. When he parted her thighs, she was glistening with arousal.
He grabbed a thick nighttime diaper from the shelf of the changing table and slid it under her. He suspected she was tired enough to sleep hard for a few hours, and he’d just filled her tummy with a large bottle of formula. He didn’t want her waking up because she needed to pee, but more importantly, in her current headspace there was the possibility she would actually wet the bed.
Grayson enjoyed the way she whimpered and squirmed as he spread diaper cream around her pussy and down to her puckered hole. After he cleaned his fingers, he pulled the front of the diaper up to fasten it snugly at her waist.
The thickness kept her from pulling her legs together, and his heart skipped a beat as he watched her try before she gave up, kicked her little feet, and arched her chest. Her nipples were rock hard beneath the thin material of her dress.
She sucked harder on the pacifier and hugged Tarzan tighter. She’d never let him go since he’d settled the parrot in her arms back at her house.
After unfastening her restraints, he scooped her off the changing table to cradle her in his arms and carry her to the crib. He gently lowered her onto the mattress, arranged the cupcake pillows at the end where she could see them, and raised the side.
She was breathing heavily behind the paci. Her dress had risen up enough to expose her tummy, and he settled his hand there to rub her belly. “You’re the prettiest Baby girl in the world, Cupcake. Daddy is so proud of you for letting yourself relax and be vulnerable.”
She kept sucking, hugging Tarzan close.
Grayson lowered his palm to the thick padding between her legs. “I want you to take a nice nap for Daddy. When you feel the need to pee, don’t fight it. That’s what your diaper is for. Daddy will change you after your nap.”
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, but she didn’t look away. In fact, she arched again.
Grayson pulled a soft blanket over her squirmy body and patted the thick diaper again. There was nothing more precious in the world. He’d found the perfect Little girl. She was in his house, in his nursery, in his crib. She was his in every way.
Sure, they’d had a small bump in the road, and he knew she was still nervous about trusting him to be for real her Daddy, but they’d made huge headway today.
Her heavy eyes closed, and her body relaxed into sleep.
He stayed for a long time, not wanting to look away or leave the room or even blink. Finally, he forced himself to lift his hand and grab the baby monitor. He needed to check in with his new delivery guy and make sure everything was okay, but he could do so while still watching his Little girl sleep through the monitor.
Chapter Seventeen
The sensation of peeing startled Valerie from a deep sleep. Her eyes bolted wide and she stiffened in fear. She’d wet the bed. How was that possible? She hadn’t wet the bed since she’d been a baby.
In a full panic, she looked around. It took her a moment to realize she was in the crib in her Daddy’s house. Her memory flooded back. Their fight, him coming to her house, the best sex of her life, and then her slipping into a deep age-play space.
She recollected the drive to his house, him feeding her a bottle and rocking her. Oh… Her cheeks heated as she recalled the changing table and the diaper. And her intense arousal.
Embarrassment flooded her on so many levels. Had he realized how aroused she’d been from the restraints and the deep regression? And oh, God. She’d wet herself. At least she hadn’t peed through her panties and the sheets. But still… Just because she’d been wearing a diaper didn’t mean he’d intended for her to use it.