Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Three days later …

I'm jumping up and down when Daddy declares we are going to the zoo today. He won't take me to the amusement park or the water park until my wrist is fully healed, but he says we can stay at the zoo all morning as long as I don't try to do anything strenuous with my left hand.

"I'll be good, Daddy. I promise." I'm giddy as I watch him fill my diaper bag with everything we'll need for a morning at the zoo. We haven't left the house since we got here. Daddy wanted us to have time to bond and for me to have plenty of time to acclimate to my new home.

And read. I've read half of the books we checked out at the library so far, and Daddy taught me how to use his tablet to check out digital books online. I can't wait to peruse the options.

But today we are going out for fun.

"Harness or stroller?" Daddy asks.

I glance at the stroller. I haven't been in it yet, but I feel like it will be harder to see the animals if I'm sitting restrained in the stroller. "Harness," I declare, holding out my arms for him to put the straps on me.

He chuckles as he squats down to help me into the five-point restraint system. "My girl really likes to be restricted, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Daddy," I admit. No sense denying it. I haven't worn this harness since the day we arrived. I've thought about it, though. Sometimes when I'm alone in my crib or the playpen, I remember what it felt like for Daddy to tug on the leash.

My breath hitches as he adjusts it, nearly lifting me off the floor as he tightens the strap between my legs and the ones over my breasts.

He slides his fingers under the front and lets his knuckles graze over my nipples as if making sure it's tight enough.

I shudder and sway toward him. Maybe we should stay home instead.

It's been five days since Daddy plucked me out of the Dungeon. I've barely been out of his sight since then. He makes me feel like a princess, and he gives me pleasure usually twice a day.

It's not enough, though. I want him inside me. I long for the day he will put his shaft in me. He keeps putting me off, telling me I need to be certain I want to stay on the island before he claims me in every way.

Daddy straps me into the car seat on the back of the golf cart, and I swing my legs and enjoy the breeze as he drives us to the zoo. I'm grinning from ear to ear as Daddy parks in the lot and bouncing on my feet again when he sets me on the ground.

He chuckles as he puts his backpack on. "You are the sweetest Little girl I've ever met," he says as he squats in front of me. He pulls me close and meets me eye to eye. "What are the rules?"

"Daddy…"

He lifts a brow.

I huff. "I won't stray from you. I won't tug on the leash all day. I won't hold my pee pee in. I'll use my diaper. I promise."

"What happens if I have to remind you about any of those things?"

"I lose a sticker." So far I have not lost a sticker except for the one on the first day. I don't like Daddy to have to reprimand me for breaking a safety rule, and as far as he's concerned, wandering too far from him, straining against the leash, or not keeping my bladder empty are safety issues.

"Good girl. Now, what animal do you want to see first?"

"Zebras." I've never seen a zebra before. I've been looking forward to seeing them ever since we arrived on the island.

I skip alongside Daddy as we enter the zoo. Seconds later, he waves at someone and stops to say hello. He holds out his hand. "Hey, Bentley. How are you?"

"Doing well. I heard you were sponsoring a Little." The man named Bentley smiles at me and angles a Little in front of him. "This is Melody."

Melody gives me a shy wave, which I return.

I try to be patient while Daddy talks to Bentley, and I'm relieved when we finally part from them and enter the park. Unfortunately, less than a minute later, Daddy stops to greet another couple—Anthony and his Little Anabel. Not thirty seconds after that, I meet Luca and Haley.

I'm exasperated as I realize my Daddy knows everyone on this island because he's a nurse at the clinic. I wonder if we're ever going to see any animals.

It takes us ten more minutes to get to the zebra exhibit, and when we do, Daddy stops me before we enter. He lifts me off my feet, holds me chest to chest with him, and sets his forehead against mine. "I'm proud of you, sweet girl."

I'm startled. "For what?"

"For being patient. I know you didn't want to stop and meet people, but you did so very politely, and for that I'm proud of you. I think you deserve a treat."

I widen my eyes. "What kind of treat?"

"You'll see." He slides me back to my feet and nods toward the exhibit entrance. "Let's go see some zebras."

I love the zebras. They are even more amazing than any pictures I've ever seen. I also love the way Daddy squats behind me while we watch them. He keeps an arm around my waist and holds the harness very tight against my back.

It's hard to focus on the zebras while he's applying unnecessary pressure to my breasts and my pussy. His lips come to my ear, too, which always makes me tremble. He nibbles on my earlobe as he flattens his palm firmly against my tummy.

It's crowded where we're standing, and I seriously doubt anyone is paying attention to how erotic this is. Maybe others are having their own erotic moments.

"I know your bladder is full, Lacey. You haven't peed since you got up this morning. It's hard to wet yourself in public, but you have to learn to do so."

I lick my lips. Hard is an understatement. I'm not sure how I'm going to pee myself while we're wandering around the zoo. At home I've gotten used to it. I don't have any other options. Plus I like it when Daddy changes me. But I nearly always pee when I'm lying in my crib or in the playpen, not when I'm standing.

Daddy rubs my tummy, making me more aware of my bladder. "No one is paying attention to you, sweet girl. Besides they all have the same rule. Littles who don't wet their diapers regularly end up in the clinic. Do you want to know what Dr. Morgan does to ensure Little girls keep their bladders empty?"

I shake my head. I do not want to know. I hope I never find out. Instead, I squeeze my eyes closed, block off everything around me, lean back against Daddy's chest, and focus. It takes a while, but eventually I wet myself. A lot. Enough to leave me with a heavy diaper between my legs.

Daddy palms it. "Such a good girl. Doesn't that feel better?"

"No it feels icky," I tell him.

He chuckles. "I wasn't referring to the wet diaper. I was referring to how it feels to submit to Daddy."

"Oh." Yeah, he's right. That part I do like. I hope he doesn't take away one of my stickers.

"Come. Let's go get you changed."

I look at no one, and I'm beyond grateful we don't pass anyone else Daddy knows on our way to a changing station.

After Daddy cleans me up, we head to the giraffes. After that, we see the polar bears. Next are the alligators before Daddy declares it's time for my treat.

To say I'm excited is a huge understatement as we head for a concession stand. I wonder what kind of treat he's going to get me. There are a lot of people sitting at outdoor picnic tables. Most of the caregivers are eating burgers or hotdogs and fries. Most of the Littles are in highchairs either eating soft foods, finger foods, or taking a bottle.

Daddy guides me to a separate line off to one side, and I look up to see it's a popsicle line. I giggle and clap my hands. "I can get a popsicle?" He hasn't let me have anything besides bottles since I arrived, so this will really be a treat.

"Yep. Keep in mind, everything on the island is healthy. The popsicles are made from real fruits. They don't have additives or sugar, but I can tell you firsthand every flavor is delicious. What flavor do you think you'd like?"

"Do they have lemon?"

"They sure do." We've reached the front of the line, and Daddy orders me a lemon popsicle. He pays for it and carries it toward a high chair before handing it to me. "Can you hold it while I lift you up?"

"Yes, Sir."

He settles me on the chair, pushes the tray in, and chuckles. "You may eat it, sweet girl. You don't have to wait."

I lean in and lick all the way up the side. It's so good that I moan. My tastebuds are very happy. I moan after the second lick, too.

Daddy is chuckling. "You've only been on the island a few days. Surely it's not that shocking to eat something that isn't formula."

I meet his gaze.

His face falls. "Shit. When was the last time you had a special treat, sweet girl?"

I shrug. "Before my mother died."

Daddy swipes a hand down his face and looks away. "I'm sorry. I should have thought of that."

I lick the popsicle faster so it doesn't have time to melt down my hand. "It's okay, Daddy. You didn't know. Besides, I don't want you to be sad every time you ask me something about my past. I'm here now. I'm so happy."

He sets a hand on my legs and strokes my skin. "I'm so damn glad you're here, Baby girl." His voice is husky.

We sit in silence while I savor every drop of my popsicle, and then Daddy throws the stick away and uses a wipe to clean off my mouth, my chin, and my fingers.

After he removes the tray, I reach for him to pick me up. I need to be close to him.

He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I hold him very tightly with my hands around his neck. "Thank you," I tell him.

He rubs my back. "It was just a popsicle," he teases even though I'm certain he knows I mean much more than the treat.

I shake my head anyway. I want to be sure he understands. "Thank you for being patient with me for so long at the Dungeon. Thank you for finally forcing me to admit I needed help. Thank you for saving me and bringing me here. I love you, Daddy. I want to be yours forever."

I know it's fast, but I don't care. I know my feelings. I never want to go back to the mainland. Not just because my father is there but because I belong here.

Daddy kisses me gently. We're in public after all. "I'm so glad, sweet girl. I love you so much. I never want you to leave."

"Can I take classes at the daycare when you have to go to work? I want to get my GED and learn everything I missed out on."

"Absolutely. We'll get you set up next week."

I beam at him. My heart is so full. "Can we go home now?"

"You don't want to see more animals?" His eyes are dancing.

"I want to see all the animals, but we have our whole lives to see them. I want to go home now." Home. To Daddy's house.

"Okay, Baby girl." He starts walking toward the front of the park. "Is there something in particular you want to do when we get there?" he teases.

I set my head on his shoulder. "Mmm. We'll see."