There. Argue withthat, inner-me.
It doesn't take my heart long to squeeze, or my Daddy side to throw back the reminder that it’s very likely Benji has no idea what he really wants, not when he probably doesn’t know what it’s like to be in a committed DDlb relationship.
Damn it.
Inner-me is right.
Again.
And, as I stare down at Benji’s sweet, sleeping face, and the yearning continues to build, making my stomach flutter with hope and fantasies of what could be, I come to the realization that I’m not going to be leaving the club tonight without shooting my shot after all.
I’d just like to go on record saying that I tried to be rational. I did. You all saw it.
Accepting my fate, I slump deeper into the soft couch to properly enjoy what I hope will be the first of many scenes like this with Benji.
Then another thought strikes me.
Regardless of how this ends, Connor’s going to laugh his ass off when I call him.
My buddy loves to say ‘I told you so’.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mmm, this teddy bear is warm. And it smells good.
I burrow my face into the soft cotton I’m clinging to and breathe in deeply.
The teddy bear jiggles a bit, and a deep, rumbly chuckle sounds out just above my head.
I crack an eye open to investigate, and a bleary, familiar shape starts to take focus. Sexy beard, sweet smile, kind eyes…Kristian.In seconds, my brain catches me up on tonight’s events and I wince, groaning with embarrassment.
“Shit,” I mutter, making the Daddy cradling me gently laugh again.
“I guess someone’s not quite as Little anymore, huh?”
“Oh, God,” I make no move to scramble up, choosing, instead, to press my face back into his chest again. “I can’t believe I did any of that. Fuck.”
One of his big hands rubs down my back soothingly, and he doesn’t make any moves to try and force me up or to look at him. But he does talk. “Itwasa surprise finding you regressed so deeply. How are you feeling now?”
I pause to give the question the proper consideration it deserves.
How do I feel?
Aside from embarrassed that I lost control —not only of my bladder, but of my headspace— I feel…lighter. The tension in my jaw is gone, and my shoulders don’t feel permanently affixed to my earlobes, either. Instead, my bones feel almost like Jell-O, but in a good way. I don’t feel one wrong word away from screaming anymore.
I guess I did need to be Little for a while.
Or maybe I just needed a proper cuddle.
Maybe both.
And then I register other sensations. Like the diaper I’m still wearing, snug and blessedly dry, and I’m back to embarrassed all over again.
Which is dumb, right? Why does wearing a diaper embarrass me in a bad way, but my favorite kink involves deliberately wetting my pants andenjoyingthe humiliation?
Instead of answering him, I take the coward’s way out and ask, “How long was I out for?”
“Not long.” His arm moves, presumably allowing him to check his watch. “Maybe half an hour.”
