Page 207 of Daddy, Sir

She hadn’t worn a diaper intwenty years?

His heart ached at the thought. She had beenhisLittle, completely,fully. And then he left… Had she buried that part of herself? Had she gone without the care she so obviously still craved? The care she deserved.

He exhaled slowly, keeping his expression calm. “I know it’s been a long time, babygirl,” he said, smoothing a hand over her soft thigh. “But it’ll help. You won’t have to worry. I know you need that right now, don’t you?”

She gnawed at her lower lip, hesitating.

The conflict was evident in her eyes.

Then, finally, she gave the smallest nod. “’Kay.”

“Good girl,” he crooned as he unfolded the diaper.

She watched his every move from where she lay on the table, her dress fanning out around her.

Greyson slipped the thick diaper beneath her, making sure it was snug against her skin. He pulled it between her legs, fastening it securely before running a hand over the front in reassurance.

She let out a little breath, her body relaxing slightly.

“There we go.” He ran a hand over her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her dress. “All comfy now?”

She hesitated, then nodded again. “Yeah…It feels soft.”

He helped her sit up, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Good, baby.”

She melted into him for a moment, then, as if suddenly remembering where they were, she sat up straighter, looking toward the play area.

“Can I go play now?”she asked, more timidly than before.

Greyson smiled. “Of course, little one.”

He helped her down from the changing table, his hand steady on her waist until her feet touched the floor. She gave him one last shy glance before hurrying back to the soft mats, sinking back into her world of dolls and toys.

Greyson leaned against the nearby wall, arms crossed as he went back to watching her.

She looked peaceful now, her accident forgotten, her face glowing with that soft, innocent joy she always had when she was deep in Little space. His sweet, perfect Lily.

Greyson had kept his eyes on Lily for the past hour, and he could tell she was starting to fade. It was late, nearly midnight, way past a little girl's bedtime.

Her hands slowed as she played with the dolls, her eyelids fluttering every few minutes. She yawned, and he knew she was slipping further and further into exhaustion.

It was time to get her home.

He knelt beside her with a soft smile. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time for us to go. You’re getting sleepy.”

Lily blinked up at him, her lips parting as if she wanted to protest, but a small sigh escaped instead. She rubbed at her eyes, looking small and vulnerable in a way that made his heart ache.

“But I don’t wanna leave yet…” she mumbled, letting out another yawn at the end of her sentence.

Greyson chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re too deep in Little space to get yourself home,” he told her gently. “Will you let me take care of you?”

She hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. “Okay, Daddy.”

The sound of that word—ofhercalling him that again—sent warmth coursing through him. It was the second time she’d called him that; both times, he was pretty sure were an accident, but it gave him hope. If she could call him that so naturally, maybe she still thought of him as her Daddy.

He stood, offering his hand, and she took it without question. With slow steps, she let him lead her out of the play area, through the club, and into the cool night air where his truck was parked.

As soon as he got her buckled in and got her address from her, her head was already drooping against the seat.

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