Chapter 20

Dessie

"I'm not sure I understand the question." Daddy was looking very calm but I wasn't sure if it was because he was actually calm or I'd just woken him up too early. "Can you explain what the problem is?"

No.

"I…" Ignoring the diaper for the time being, I forced myself to lie back down. "I don't know."

Nodding like that made perfect sense, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me higher up onto his body. "There we go."

When he had my head tucked under his chin and he could rub my back more easily, he let out a sigh. "Okay, please remember I haven't had coffee yet."

Giggling broke some of the tension in me and I carefully nodded so I didn't crack his head. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good." Taking a deep breath, his brain started moving so fast I could almost hear it. "So you were surprised to hear someone in the house, and the discussion on diapers had several unexpected bumps too. I want you to take a deep breath and listen as I explain what I think I know."

He was so cute.

"Yes, Daddy."

As I obeyed, he kept caressing my back and made more thinking sounds. "We've established that Sofie will not walk into this room without the house being on fire—that rule was established after a kitchen fire when I was thirteen."

Really?

His family was weird.

"We need to set reasonable boundaries about what she will and won't see, but we've established that I'm not going to do as much housework as you seemed to think I would." Daddy ignored my giggles and sighed before he kept going.

"Not going to budge on that one." Daddy sounded like he'd found a limit that he was going to put on his list, but it was hard to be nervous about it when he was so funny. "I think we've established that the diaper trash can will be someplace very private and I will handle that. I think a reasonable limit would be that it's emptied when she's not around."

Oh, yeah…she didn't live here.

That seemed sensible, so I nodded again.

Daddy understood what I was trying to say and kissed my head. "Perfect. We'll work out the fine print there but I think we're making progress. What else?"

That was obvious to me and made me realize I needed to let Daddy wake up more before bombarding him with worries.

"Oh yes, the diaper. Not sure how I forgot that part." I wasn't either, but I didn't say that as he kissed my head again. "You don't seem to remember my putting one on you after your bath, but I did. Then I changed you again right after you fell asleep."

I thought he'd have more to say about that part but his huff and frustration surprised me. "You're not getting enough sleep. You were exhausted. Unreasonably so."

Oops.

Yep, that was what a Daddy would focus on.

"Sorry, Daddy." Petting his chest, I snuggled the rest of my body closer around him, more worried about the sleeping part than the diaper issue. "I get distracted."

With work.

With shows.

With the internet.

With my bubble game.

With my coloring books.

Okay, maybe he had a point.

"Maybe…maybe you could call me at a certain time every night and tuck me in over the phone?" It'd be harder to make bad decisions that way. "Then you could make sure I was being good."

And it wouldn't be too much attention.

It wouldn't even be like I was moving in or something.

"I think that's a very good idea." Daddy's hand came up to stroke my head. "And we'll figure out some rules and consequences to help with that."

Ugh.

"Don't sigh. It was your idea." He had a point but I did it again anyway.

"I like attention, Daddy." Yes, I liked that part of the plan. It was just the rest that was going to come back and bite me in the ass. "You're good at giving me attention."

His chest jerked but he didn't laugh. "There are a variety of ways to give you attention, but right now I think you need the food and drink kind."

Oh yes.

But there was one thing we had to focus on first.

"Um, Daddy…" Hmm. "I have to go potty."

He shrugged.

"Okay." Kissing my head, he kept cuddling me and shifted me slowly so my lips were where they'd been asking to be since I'd woken up pressed against his chest. "You've been smelling me and nuzzling me since you stopped worrying, baby boy. It's not as subtle as you think it is."

Oops.

Giggling, I wiggled a tiny bit lower. "But…but I have to go potty, Daddy."

He was making it very hard to stay big.

"I didn't tell you that you couldn't go pee-pee, baby boy." Kissing my head, he relaxed back onto the bed and started running his fingers through my hair. "Kisses."

It wasn't fair that he smelled so good.

"I'm…but I'm…" Not as little as I had been last night. "I'm almost big, Daddy."

"I realize that." Possibly playing dumb, he kept caressing me and inching me closer. "One thing doesn't have anything to do with the other unless we make it that way."

Sighing, I snuggled against his chest, making a soft sound as his scent hit me again. "I think…I think you're being sneaky."

He was just trying to make me not worry.

He laughed quietly. "No. I'm just making sure I get what I want."

Huh?

"No, I'll explain but lips first. Once you're being Daddy's good boy, then I'll tell you." He barely shifted his hand to turn my head and the temptation was stronger than my curiosity. "Good boy."

When my lips were wrapped around his nipple and I closed my eyes as the first stream hit my mouth, he went back to petting my head. "Yes, that's my good boy."

Whining softly as I drank, I heard him chuckle again. "I won't forget. I like control, baby boy. I've been very careful so far and I haven't even bugged your phone, but I hadn't realized how many things there were to control in a relationship like this that wouldn't potentially involve lawyers."

Oh.

The shiver that raced through me said what my little side and lower head thought about all that, but the last remaining big parts sighed and realized Daddy was going to be a pain in the butt.

"Earlier this week, I found several interesting discussions on an underground web forum where the Daddies and Doms debated thoughtful topics such as Diapers: Little Play or Are They For Control and Did Anyone Else Know There is a Word for Controlling Someone's Bathroom Habits."

Good grief.

"I'm pretty sure they're a group of academics judging by the setup and how rabid they are about things like topics labeled clearly and how comments should be structured." Daddy sounded fascinated. "I'll show you later. I'm very glad that I found you before you found that forum."

Giggling around his nipple, I wiggled closer and wrapped myself tighter around Daddy. He chuckled and teased his fingers around my ear, making me wiggle even more. "Oh, don't lose dessert."

That didn't help my giggle problem and neither did his fingers.

"Hmm, you're not holding on tight. You're going to make a mess." His naughty fingers were tickling down my neck as he laughed. "You'll have to lick it all up if you let it escape."

I might've moaned at the images that popped up in my head.

Daddy let out a wicked chuckle. "Oh, my naughty boy likes the idea of making a mess."

Well, kind of, but I'd honestly never expected to say anything about it. I hadn't figured out the right way to say it, so I'd planned on waiting until Austin said something inappropriate and just using that as a jumping-off point. He'd been good so far but that would only last until he realized Daddy wasn't as touchy about it as he had been originally.

"If you're naughty later, I might make that your punishment. You'll have to tell me what you were imagining." He let out a devilish sound as I whined and made sure not to lose suction around his nipple. "Yes, I have a very naughty boy and he's going to end up in trouble sooner or later."

Probably.

That didn't seem like the right way to respond, though.

And I really needed to look at my limits list again…Daddy was dangerously smart.

"I'm going to have to think about other things my naughty boy might be imagining." Daddy went back to softly stroking my head, but his tone was sexy and low. "You've had a lot more time to think up some interesting fantasies and I'm going to have to work at catching up with you."

Really?

It wasn't scary for him any longer?

Flicking my tongue over his nipple, I hummed and got a rush as he moaned and held me tighter. "Fuck."

Mixing it up with long sucks and then teasing flicks, I wondered how much progress he thought he'd made versus what he'd actually made. Yes, Daddy was hard when I was nursing on him, but Daddy never actually said any of the body words that came with lactating.

But pushing seemed like a stupid idea, so I focused on the fun parts and wiggled against him as I hummed again.

"That's fucking distracting." His frustrated growl made me want to giggle but I was slightly distracted too.

My bladder was going to pop.

Daddy reached down and smacked my bottom, pushing me against him. Even though I was well-padded, it was easy to remember how good his bare-bottom spankings felt. "You're going to make me come in my pants."

Was that the problem?

Shifting just enough that I could push down the front of his sleep pants, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and used my teeth on his nipple.

Bingo.

Daddy's cock throbbed and then he growled out another curse as cum squirted like a water gun. The pew pew noises stayed in my head, but that was just because my mouth was still occupied.

Yay for full mouths.

When Daddy went limp and was barely petting my head, I stopped playing with his cum gun and it was my turn to relax. Yes. I was Daddy's good boy and Daddy liked control. Maybe if I used my diaper, he wouldn't bug my phone?

I really wasn't sure he wanted to see the dirty story site that Austin had shown me.

Daddy was…innocent.

Yes, Daddy was innocent and there was no reason to shock him.

I was his good boy.

"That's right." Daddy knew I was his good boy because he hugged me tight as my diaper got warm and full. "Such a good boy. A wonderful sub. You gave Daddy so much control. I'm very proud of you."

Yes, I'd made Daddy happy and I was his good boy.

My relief lasted just long enough to realize that I was hard and hungry and his housekeeper was still moving around somewhere.

Saturdays were not supposed to be quite so eventful.

"Come on, baby." Daddy sat up and kissed my head as I hid against him. "I'll make you the good coffee and we'll see about breakfast."

That was what he thought the plan was next?

My head popped up before I could think about it. "Daddy, we need showers and clothes and I need to brush my teeth and I might have to call Austin to ask him how to be nice to a housekeeper. He knows all kinds of useless manners stuff because he's richer than everyone."

Everyone.

All added together.

Daddy laughed. "You can call Austin if you want, but I don't think it's necessary."

I wasn't so sure about that.

"He knows where all the forks go and who to talk to at parties and he knows how to smile and let someone know they"ve been bad at the same time." He was amazing. "He'll know what to do."

Daddy rolled his eyes.

That was rude.

I was going to tell him that but he gave me a smacky kiss and rolled me off him like I was a log. "You're worrying too much."

I was pretty sure I wasn't worrying enough or about the right things. "Daddy, what if she doesn't like me?"

She was his family.

I was basically meeting his big sister who was going to tell what I said and did to the person who was kind of his mother and he'd said there were more of them. Everyone would know if she hated me. I couldn't show up without manners and without real clothes.

Duh.

"She's going to love you." Daddy managed not to roll his eyes again as he climbed off the bed, but it was close. "You're sweet."

Tugging on me, Daddy pulled me to the side of the bed and started unzipping my jammies. "You're cute. You're funny. You've got a great ass. You put up with me very well."

Okay, maybe I had some good qualities.

"What…what if I call you Daddy?" I hadn't said his real name nearly enough lately. "What if I do something little?"

As Daddy lifted my bottom to finish opening my jammies, he shrugged. "Then we'll explain what it means in very general terms. She's not a moron. She'll figure it out pretty quickly even if she hasn't heard of it before. She runs the whole house and manages anything the other properties need. She's smart."

Smart people were dangerous.

How did he not know that?

Ugh.

No, it was going to be fine.

I was just going to meet his almost big sister who was really smart and knew everything about him and would probably be able to guess we weren't boring.

Yep, it was going to be fine.