Page 46 of Daddy Devious

For the smallest fraction of a moment, I’m tempted. The thought of seeing him smile at me the way he did the night before is intoxicating, and there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to see it again.

Except piss myself, apparently, because no matter how badly I want to, I can’t seem to make my muscles unclench. “No, Daddy, please. I wanna use the potty like a big girl.”

Disappointment flashes in Daddy’s eyes and he eases off my bladder. “Very well.”

Rolling out of the bed, he reaches for me, scooping me up in his arms to carry me to the bathroom. There’s a distance between us now that wasn’t there when I woke in his arms, and an ache settles just beneath my heart as he strips the diaper from me and places me on the toilet.

Maybe I should have said yes. Maybe if I do everything he asks of me, I won’t have to leave the island once my contract is up.

Even as the thought crosses my mind, I instantly rebel. I don’twantto stay here, trapped as a Little girl for the rest of my days. I want my home, my friends, my freedom.

Don’t I?

“You’re thinking very hard for so early in the morning.” Daddy’s voice is soft and cajoling, so maybe he isn’t angry after all. “What are you so worried about, little thief?”

I can’t tell him the truth of what I’m wrestling with, not when I’m feeling so unsure of myself. But perhaps he can help to settle some of my fears. “Are you mad I wouldn’t use my diaper?”

A sad smile curves his lips. “No, little thief. It would make me so very happy if you did, but I understand if you’re not ready.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you’re worried about?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him, to beg him to let me stay. But that would be worse than foolish, so I nod my head. “Yes, Daddy. I was worried I did something naughty.”

Now the smile on his face is full of sparkling amusement. “If you were naughty, do you think you’d be sitting on that toilet seat quite so comfortably?”

Heat rushes to my face. “No, Daddy.”

“No, indeed. Come, let’s get you washed up. Daddy has a full day of meetings, unfortunately, so you’ll have to keep yourself entertained again.”

My bath is much shorter than the days before, with none of the pleasure Daddy usually gives me when he washes all of my private places, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because I refused to use my diaper. Hesayshe’s not mad, but what if he’s just pretending?

The question plagues me as Daddy dresses me in another frilly dress and, of course, a diaper and carries me downstairs. I’m beginning to worry I might forget how to walk at this rate, since he seems determined I won’t ever be allowed to do so in his presence.

In his office, Daddy glances at his watch and I’m fairly sure the words he says would get my bottom spanked extra hard.“Sorry, little one, Daddy is running a bit behind this morning. Caleb will be in soon with your breakfast.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I tell him as he places me in my playpen, even though it makes my tummy hurt to think I won’t get to spend as much time with him as before.

With an absentminded kiss to my head, he leaves me to take his place in front of his computer. I watch, fascinated as he transforms from my doting Daddy to the man I always knew him to be: the most ruthless man on Wall Street, prepared to take down any enemy who might stand in the way of his empire.

As promised, Caleb appears a short while later with breakfast. A bottle of milk and a bowl of fruit on a tray that he sets on the table before picking me up out of my pen.

“Ready for breakfast, sweetheart?” he asks as he places me in a highchair.

“Not hungry.” I know it’s not the right answer, and if Daddy wasn’t busy with his call he would be giving me that stern look that always makes my tummy feel funny.

But heisbusy, so I’m stuck with Caleb, and while he does give me the same look I know Daddy would, it doesn’t have the same effect. “You need to eat, Victoria.”

Grabbing a chair, he pulls it up next to me and settles on the seat. He plucks a juicy looking strawberry from the bowl on the tray, and even though the sight of it makes my mouth water, I keep my lips pressed firmly together, earning me a disappointed sigh. “If you don’t do as you’re told, I will have to take you to another room to spank you. Wouldn’t you rather be a good girl for me and eat your breakfast?”

I don’t want to be a good girl for Caleb. I want my Daddy. “I’m nothungry.”

“All right. But I will warn you that if I have to punish you, then your Daddy will also spank you when he is finished withhis work. And I happen to know he keeps a paddle in his desk drawer for just such an occasion.”

The warning finally gets past my stubbornness and I force my lips open to accept the strawberry. Sweet, tart juice fills my mouth when I bite into the fruit, and I can’t stop the happy little moan that bubbles up and escapes at the delicious flavor.

“Seems your Daddy was right about the strawberries,” Caleb says with a quiet laugh as he holds another red berry to my lips.

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