Page 18 of Kylie’s Kakes

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JORDAN

I waited outside the bathroom door and heard the faint trickle of water running while Kylie washed up. It was almost surreal to finally be in this position with a woman I was quickly falling for.

Maybe it was fate or kismet that brought us together, but I thought it more that we both saw traits in each other that we knew were in alignment. In fact, her needs aligned with mine way better than I could have ever imagined.

And maybe other people would think it was strange that I was standing in the hallway waiting for the woman I was falling for to finish using the toilet like a big girl because diapers weren't an option tonight. But we weren’t other people. And if this worked for us, that was all that mattered.

The fact that she wanted to use diapers when we were alone together was a fucking turn-on. I’d been in scenes with Littles who liked diapers and it was cute and fun, but it was staged. Being set up in advance for the scene wasn’t the same as lifestyle. Kylie wanted a full-time Daddy to give her bottles and change her diapers. That was the ultimate fantasy that I didn’t dare dream before now.

Yet, here we were. Ready to start something that could be everything we’d ever hoped for.

The disappointment on her face when she said she didn't have any diapers on hand almost broke my heart. I made a mental note to stop by the gift shop at Primal and pick out a few options to see which she preferred.

"All done, Daddy." Her voice sounded pleased with herself, and I wondered if there would be a time when she wanted me inside the bathroom with her. Maybe, maybe not. We had plenty of time to figure that out.

"Good girl." I pushed the door open and she was standing by the sink. "Wanna change into jammies before we watch a movie?"

“Yes, please.” Her hair bounced as she nodded. “Jammie time!”

I took her hand and led her to her bedroom.

Kylie’s closet was full of her outside clothes, but she directed me to her dresser and I quickly found a long-sleeved onesie made of soft flannel with little clouds printed across the front. It had snaps at her crotch and was stretchy enough that it looked perfect for sleeping.

“How’s this?” I held it up for her approval.

She reached for it with both hands and curled it into her chest. “So soft and cozy…”

"Arms up." I helped her out of her top and kept my eyes on her face, only looking at her body as needed to get the job done. I wasn’t going to take advantage of the trust she put in me, but I couldn’t exactly get her dressed without seeing her bare body. “Bra on or off?”

“Off.” She made a face like the idea of keeping her bra on was awful. I could imagine it was.

“You got it.” I went to her back and released the fasteners then let it fall off her shoulders. “Now arms up again for your onesie.” I stayed at her back and held the open fabric up for her to push her hands and then head through before carefully lowering it over her breasts and down to her waist. I moved in front of her again and placed my hands on her hips. “Now your bottoms.”

She met my gaze and nodded. “Okay.”

With my hand and eyes moving carefully and respectfully, I pulled down her bottoms and panties and lowered them to the ground so she could step out of them. “Do you want undies on for sleeping?”

She sighed as she thought about it. “Usually, yes. But with a onesie, no.”

Good enough for me. I pulled the front and back flap as low as I could to snap them together without brushing against her bare folds. “All right, cupcake. You’re all set.”

She wiggled her bottom and stretched so the crotch pulled up tightly against her center. “Mmm, feels so good, Daddy.”

Fuck, this was getting less PG by the second. “You look nice and comfy for the movie.” I couldn’t say the same for myself. I'd been hard and semi-hard since dinner, and seeing her grind against the fabric I’d just snapped together didn’t help the situation.

I'd made her a promise, though. No rushing the physical stuff. I planned to keep that promise, unless she begged. If she begged for anything, I didn’t think I’d be able to deny her.

I smoothed the fabric over her shoulders and down to her wrists, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You’re absolutely perfect, Kylie. Let’s go pick a movie."

"Okay." She hopped up and dragged me back to the couch. She grabbed her new cupcake on the way and then settled against my side with her blankie pulled over both our laps. “What’s on?”

I used her favorites buttons to find The Croods was just starting. When Kylie gasped and squeezed my arm tighter, I knew that was the one she wanted.

“This is my favorite!” She laid her head in my lap and was tucked into a tight ball beside me with her cupcake clutched against her chest. Within a few seconds of settling down, her thumb migrated into her mouth and she got completely lost in the silly caveman movie.

I relaxed into the sofa, running my fingers through her hair and smiling every time she giggled and wiggled in my lap. But I was only human, and all that wiggling made it hard for me to keep my needy cock under control.