Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Three reasons. You tell me when you’ve thought of them. I’ll go get the clothes we brought in your pillow. Be good, Little girl. You don’t want to have to think for a longer time,” he warned.
“Wait!”
“I’ll be right back,” he promised as he disappeared behind her.
Craning her neck, Tori looked behind her to see that he had disappeared. That motion pressed her closer to the vibration. With a gasp, Tori leaned back to press her pelvis forward. That felt…
“Oh!” Tori exhaled sharply, and her body froze as a sudden orgasm crashed over her. It hit harder and faster than orgasms she’d given herself. Tori panted slightly as her body tried to recover, only to realize that the vibrator didn’t stop. It quickly pushed those sensations back into overdrive. “Daddy!”
“I’m here, Curls. Did you think of your three reasons Daddy is happy when you use your diaper?”
“What?”
“That’s what you’re in your thinking chair to concentrate on.”
“I can’t think with this going on!” Tori searched for the strap release but couldn’t reach it. She clenched her teeth as pleasure burst over her again. The buzzing never stopped. Glancing up, she saw Evan lean against the wall to watch her carefully.
“Let me up,” she begged.
“Tell me one reason,” he suggested. “Once you get started it will be easier.”
“I can’t think!” she protested, wiggling on the hard wooden seat. That just made things worse.
“Number one,” Evan announced.
“Daddies like to take care of their Littles.”
“Good girl. What else?”
“Daddies don’t care if their Littles are messy,” she said desperately as the sensations intensified between her thighs.
“Definitely true. One more,” he prompted.
“It means I’m Little!” she shouted, arching her chest forward as the buzzing pushed her into another hard orgasm.
“Good girl.” Evan moved to stand behind her. He stroked his hands down her arms and back to her shoulders. “Come one more time for Daddy.”
“I can’t,” she protested but inhaled deeply as Evan cupped her breasts and massaged her sensitive mounds. That infernal vibration between her legs continued without end.
“This time for Daddy,” he coaxed, rolling her taut nipples between his thumb and finger.
She could feel his gaze running over her skin. Nothing was hidden from him. He would know all her secrets. When his fingers tweaked those beaded tips he caressed, the hint of pain pushed Tori into another orgasm. As she shuddered against the hard wood, his touch lightened.
Evan brushed his hands over her sensitive ribs to flow over her thighs. One lifted from her skin and the buzzing vanished. Tori slumped bonelessly against the seat back. She felt him release the strap across her legs before her Daddy lifted her into his arms. He carried her a short distance before sitting with her held against his chest.
“What a good girl you are,” he praised her as he rocked her slowly.
Several long moments followed as her mind recovered from the fog of pleasure that had clouded her ability to think. Tori nestled the side of her face in the curve of his neck. “I’ll never try to climb out of my crib again,” she promised.
“There’ll be another reason for you to sit in the naughty chair, Curls.”
“The buzzy chair,” she muttered softly, drawing a low chuckle from him.
“The buzzy chair, it is. Having a chance to think helps Littles concentrate on their choices to select better options. For you this time, it helped you process why Daddies put their Littles in diapers.”
“I don’t even remember what I said,” she admitted.
“I do. Daddies like to take care of their Littles, Daddies don’t care if their Littles are messy, and diapers make you feel Little. These are completely true for us. For other Daddies and Littles, they may make other choices. What’s important is how you and I feel.”
“And Daddy is in charge.”
“That most of all.”
Tori’s tummy growled ferociously. Immediately, she clapped a hand over it to muffle the hungry demand. The feel of her palm on her skin reminded her that she was naked on his lap. She lifted her arms to wrap around herself and Evan clicked his tongue to admonish her.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered and relaxed. “Littles don’t hide from their Daddies,” she parroted his words.
“Exactly, but Daddies do need to feed their Littles. Let’s go get some macaroni and BBQ in your belly.”
Within seconds, Evan had cleaned the juices clinging to her inner thighs and pussy before helping her into her big girl panties. He led her into the master bedroom and opened a drawer to reveal an assortment of T-shirts.
“Want to pick a color or would you like to wear Daddy’s favorite?”
“Daddy’s favorite,” she answered without hesitating.
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Let’s go get dinner.”
Chapter Eleven
“Mmm!’ Tori rubbed her nose against something furry and warm.
“Morning, Curls.”
She blinked at the sound of Evan’s deep voice. “Daddy?”
“Did you forget where you were?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her hair as she snuggled on his chest.