Page 237 of Daddies' Captive


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“Um. Oh. Uh. Wouldn’t that be messy?”

“That’s why they invented shower sex.” He winked at her.

Shower sex.

Holy. Moly.

“Can see that idea intrigues you. We’ll try that sometime.” He stood back and then turned her to the toilet, smacking her ass. “Toilet. Go.”

When she left the bathroom, he was laying out a small rubber mat onto the bed and had her supplies on the bed with the other things.

“Is that . . . is that a changing mat?”

“Yep. One of the things Grady bought.”

“But . . . you’re not . . . I mean, I don’t wear diapers, Daddy!”

“Just protecting the bed in case of accidents.” He looked at her and she saw the amusement on his face.

She stomped her foot down. “I don’t have accidents.”

“Baby girl, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Turning, he cupped her face between his hands. “Sometimes, Littles have accidents. But Daddy is always here to help them. That’s his job.”

Darn it, she wanted to be mad, but he was being sweet.

“You’re not playing fair, Daddy,” she told him as he stripped off her shirt and bra, then lifted her onto the change mat.

“How is that?”

“Because you can’t be crazy and nice at the same time.”

“I can’t.” He grinned at her as he slid the period panties up her legs.

She thought about being embarrassed. But decided that she wasn’t going to be. Well, her cheeks did grow a bit heated. Especially when he got them situated, then patted her mound.

“Daddy, did you just pat my pussy as though it had done a good job?”

“Of course.”

“Daddy!”

“What? I give credit where credit is due. It’s a very good pussy. I’m going to pet it and tell it that.”

Lord help her.

“Now, let’s get this onesie on you, some painkillers into you, and then you can have a nap.”

“I donts need a nap.” The large yawn she’d just finished might have made that a lie.

“Nap,” he said firmly. “Onesie. Painkillers. Bottle. Nap.”

“I donts want milk.”

“Water then. Or I have some protein drinks. Hmm, maybe those would be good. We need to get some iron into you, too.”

“Why? I donts like iron.”

“Baby, you’re bleeding,” he explained as he got her into the onesie. She instantly fell further into Little headspace. It was just so cozy and soft.

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