Page 8 of His Love

“T-thank you,” I panted.

“No, baby. Thank you for the privilege of allowing me to witness you fall apart like that,” he said with a soft smile. He rubbed my belly for a minute before straightening. “Is it okay if I diaper you now?”

I nodded.

“Good girl.” He reached under the table and opened the tab on a new package of baby wipes before taking a few out. “I never canceled our Subscribe-and-Save order from the online store, so I have enough diapers and wipes to last years,” he explained with a chuckle.

I smiled at the thought of him just having random diapers laying around the house. “Why didn’t you cancel them? Was it too hard?”

“At first, it was too hard and then I just kept forgetting. About two years ago, I decided to just keep them. I gave several boxes to Reagan and her Daddies, and then some to Emily. I still have so many, though.” He finished wiping my folds and sealed the diaper. “Do you want footie pajamas or a nightgown?”

“I dunno,” I answered.

He grinned. “You don't really like making choices do you?”

I shook my head. “Is too hard. What if I make the wrong one?” I lied. It wasn’t that I was worried I would make the wrong choice. I was just tired of making choices. I had made choice after choice to ensure my survival in foster care and the group home. Then, once on my own, every choice held a lot of weight. Now that I was more stable, I avoided choosing anything.

“A lot of submissives feel like you do, that's why they have a Dom.”

I nodded. Emily had said the same thing.

“How's your ouchie feeling now, baby?”

I processed his words. “Is a little better.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded.

“Probably all those endorphins your brain just released.”

He winked at me and I laughed. He was kinda silly. I’d never seen this side of him before.

“Probably,” I teased back.

“Do you want a snack or something to drink before I tuck you back in? Elliot said the medicine may make you thirsty.”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, what pretty manners.”

I felt my skin heat under his praise. Damn it, Paisley. Stop blushing at everything.

He unstrapped me from the table and scooped me back up. “Come on, baby. It is late, let’s get you tucked back into bed.”

“I need to call my boss in the morning. I gotta work this weekend and he’ll be upset if I don’t tell him I got hurt today.”

“Do you like it at Daddies Ink?”

I nodded. I loved my job. The owner was super nice to me and he let me sleep in the loft above the shop when I worked on the weekends, so I didn’t have to commute so far. Strickland was a wonderful town, but it didn’t have any tattoo shops that did piercings as well. I’d struggled to find a job when I first moved here. Waitressing and catering had been my main sources of income until six months ago.

“If you feel like going in, I’ll drive you so it won’t be so much stress on your body. Even casted, your foot will still hurt.”

“No, it’s a long way. I can’t ask you to do that,” I argued.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t ask then, huh?”

My stomach hurt at his offer. I hated for people to try and do nice things for me. I appreciated them, I just hated to feel like someone needed to do something for me. I’d managed on my own for a long time.

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