Page 74 of Santa’s Little Faker
He woke up very awake.
I was going to have to remember that.
Later.
At the moment he’d moved his leg higher so it was braced right over the diaper. I couldn’t help squirming and bucking my hips up to rub against him, and his grin said he knew he’d won. “Oh, naughty boy. You do like being helpless.”
Oh yes.
And he seemed to like me wiggling and trying to grind myself against him.
He also might’ve liked the way half were from wanting to come and the other half were from having to pee.
“Please…I…” My body was very confused and it was his job to fix it. “Help, Daddy.”
Closing my eyes, I rocked my hips again and moaned as the crazy feeling got even stronger and I got to tug at his hands. “I need…my tummy…”
“That’s my good boy. Yes, Daddy makes the decisions.” Keeping me pinned down, he shifted his leg lower again so it was across my thighs, but before I could whine, his hand moved lower and it squeezed over the diaper. “Show me what a good boy I have. You’re going to let me take good care of you. My helpless boy.”
Helpless.
Yes.
Daddy made the decisions.
Bastian liked being in control.
He liked taking care of me.
But just because my brain knew that didn’t mean every part of me quickly followed the orders my brain was sending out. My bladder was in more of awhat the fuck dudekind of mode because we didn’t pee lying down, and he needed to be pushed into following the plan.
Luckily for me, Daddy knew whines and wiggles weren’t safewords and he just held me tight as he rubbed my diaper. “You’re trying to be such a good boy for Daddy. That’s right. I made the decision and I’m going to take care of my boy.”
Daddy’s boy.
Yes.
Daddy’s helpless boy.
Daddy’s needy boy.
Wow.
The rush of relief that filled me as my bladder finally got on the same page as the rest of me was crazy and left me almost lightheaded. It was floaty and some kind of helpless sensation that didn’t feel as bad as that word should’ve made it.
I was such a good boy.
And I’d made Daddy needy too because he made a low, pleased sound as he rubbed the warm front of the diaper and released my hands so he could nuzzle against the side of my head. “Good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
“That was so—”
For fuck’s sake.
The doorbell?
Really?
“Who’s that?” Hoping he’d tell me he remembered an unexpected delivery we could just ignore or that he’d planned on surprising me with breakfast being delivered, I forced my eyes open.
