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Daddy peels my dress from me and tosses it into the hamper before helping me to my feet. If I thought I was too exhausted for embarrassment, he proves me wrong by bending me over to wipe my bottom.

By the time we finish my second bath of the morning, my eyes are drifting closed as exhaustion threatens to overtake me. Daddy dresses me in a new diaper and a pink onesie with something written on it that I’m too tired to try and read, before carrying me over to the rocking chair.

This time when I’m presented with a bottle, I accept it without argument, sucking greedily at the nipple. And I’m relieved to find the milk tastes just fine. Better than fine. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and I fall asleep with the sugary taste dancing on my tongue.

Chapter Twenty

Tori

The next time I awake, I’m in Daddy’s office. He’s on another call, but I don’t dare interrupt him, even though my bladder is very urgently insisting we do just that.

Not for the first time, I consider simply using my diaper. After all, that’s what it’s there for. More than that, I know it would make Daddy happy, and after the disastrous morning we had, I figure I can use all the brownie points I can get.

Closing my eyes again, I lay back against the pile of pillows I was napping on and think of things that might help me pee. Waterfalls. Steady spring rains. A faucet running. I even imagine myself sitting on a toilet in the hopes I can trick my brain and body into thinking we’re in the bathroom.

But nothing works.

Frustrated, I huff out a breath just as Daddy ends his call. “Is something wrong, little one?” he asks as he rises from his chair to lean over the playpen.

I can’t bring myself to tell him I tried to use my diaper and failed. That seems like it would be an even greaterdisappointment to him than simply refusing to try at all. “I need to potty.”

“Ah. Well, we have a little time before my next meeting. Up you go.”

Lifting me into his arms in that effortless way he has, he carries me to a small bathroom just off his office. Well, it seems small in comparison to the bathroom in my nursery, but it’s larger than the one in my apartment so it’s not reallythatsmall.

I relieve myself and Daddy cleans me up. But instead of putting a fresh diaper on me and returning me to my playpen, he settles at his desk with me in his lap. The bottom of my onesie is still unsnapped and I feel oddly exposed. “We need to talk, little thief.”

His voice is so serious, panic wraps itself around my chest. “About what?”

“Your behavior this morning.” Settling me so that I am straddling his lap with my bare pussy fully on display, he grips my chin in his hand, his expression stern. “I want the truth about why you threw that tantrum with Caleb.”

Crap. I was really hoping we wouldn’t have to revisit this. I squirm a bit and his hold on my chin tightens, leaving me no choice but to come clean. “If I tell you the truth, will you punish me again?”

“No, little one. I think you’ve learned your lesson from this morning, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

“It’s silly,” I say with a whine, stalling for time.

But the stern look he levels at me clearly says I’ve pushed my luck about as far as it will go. “Victoria. Tell Daddy the truth.”

I don’t particularly want to. Partially because I’m not proud of how I acted, but also because I’m not sure how he’s going to react to my selfishness. Because now that the moment haspassed, I can see my behavior for what it was. The pure selfishness of a spoiled brat.

What will he do when he realizes I’m not the sweet Little girl he keeps saying I am, but a naughty little brat who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?

“I was sad,” I whisper, hoping against hope it’s enough of an explanation.

It’s not, of course. “Sad about what?”

“Sad that you were busy.” I sniffle, not in a bid for sympathy but in a genuine attempt to fight off yet another wave of tears. “I know that’s stupid and selfish of me, but I’ve gotten so used to having you all to myself and Caleb is really nice but I didn’twantCaleb, I wanted?—”

“Your Daddy,” he finishes softly, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. “You wanted your Daddy, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There’s not?”

“No, little thief. In fact, I’m thrilled that you want to spend all your time with me. And believe me, I wish that could be the case. But I have work to do, and as much as I would like to spend all day simply taking care of my sweet Little girl, that’s just not our reality.”

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