by Maren Smith
The only thing his words did was make me cry harder. Damn emotions. Maybe if I had been treated better earlier in life, I wouldn’t be this blubbering mess now. I felt so embarrassed by how I was reacting. I tried to push myself away from his embrace, wanting to hide, but he tightened his grip on me.
“You aren’t going anywhere, baby girl. I don’t mind your tears at all.” As if by magic, he produced a box of tissues. I took a few to wipe my eyes and blow my nose.
Once I settled down, I asked, “If I stay, how will our dynamic change? Will I always call you Daddy? Or would we treat each other like a regular couple?”
“That’s for us to decide based on what feels most comfortable. I’ll be honest and say it makes me very happy when I get to care for you and you call me Daddy. I wouldn’t mind keeping part of our relationship as Daddy and baby girl. However, I wouldn’t be truthful if I didn’t say I would also like to incorporate a sexual component and, for that, I would like you acting as an adult.”
It was like he read my mind, as I felt the same way. Getting to be his little girl was relaxing and fulfilled a need deep within my soul that had been neglected when I was an actual child. But, if we were to have a sexual relationship, I wouldn’t want to be in my childlike state. I’d want to be an adult.
“I like the sounds of everything you’re saying, except I’d also like to have times when I could be my regular self when we aren’t having sex.”
“I’m fine with that, and it would be for the best. There will be some assignments I’ll have to do for my job, and I won’t be able to leave you in your Little headspace.”
It felt like a weight fell into my stomach, and I felt like I was going to be sick. He couldn’t leave me. I needed him.
“Sweetie?” he asked, leaning me forward so he could look at me.
I closed my eyes, trying to relax my body, which was wanting me to do the opposite. I knew this feeling all too well from growing up: separation anxiety. After everything that had happened in these last two weeks, Bryice was my rock, my protector. Nothing could harm me with him by my side. The thought of him leaving was unimaginable. What would I do? I could be hurt or kidnapped again.
“Hannah!” he said, a bit more forcefully, and it pulled me out of my spiraling panic attack. His chocolate eyes were boring into mine. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t want you to leave me. I’m scared,” I admitted, and got close to him again. “You’re like my personal superhero. Nothing can hurt me with you here. But if you go, I’ll be defenseless.”
He gave me a tight squeeze and then rubbed my back in comforting circles. “Honey, I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
“Yeah, when you’re here.”
“Do you think I’d ever leave you if I thought you were going to get in trouble or couldn’t take care of yourself?”
Obviously, no. That would make him a bad partner, and I knew he wasn’t that.
I shook my head.
“Exactly. It’s okay to feel scared. After what you’ve gone through these last couple of weeks, I’d be surprised if you didn’t feel this way. But remember, Hannah, you aren’t just my baby girl. You’re my strong, intelligent girlfriend whom I love very much.”
I jerked my head back so fast, I thought I had given myself whiplash. “You love me?” Holy cow.
He chuckled. “I do. From the moment I saw you, something inside me clicked. I knew you were special. Jayx teased me about you being my mate. I had never believed in that concept before, but after all this, call me a firm believer.”
Oh crap. Tears were falling down my cheeks again. “I love you, too,” I said, smiling up at him, even though he was getting a bit blurry.
He grabbed the box of tissues again for me, so I could clean myself up.
“Feeling better?” he asked, once my sniffles and tears stopped.
“Mhmm.”
“You sleepy?”
I shook my head. After the roller-coaster of emotions I had just gone through, maybe a second nap wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for me. But I’d die before admitting it. I had finally gotten down to one a day, I wasn’t going back to two.
“Would you be up to trying something new?”
I leaned my head back to study him. “What do you have in mind?”
He smiled and laid me on the bed. He knelt over me, so I was trapped between his legs. “Hannah, I think it’s time we have some adult fun.”
“I’m fully on board with that, Bryice,” I said, smiling up as he took his shirt off revealing his six-pack. Holy moly he was hot. His bronze, muscular skin would have any girl creaming her panties.
His chuckle pulled me out of my lustful thoughts.
“What?” I asked.
“You look like you’re ready to eat me up.”
“Well,” I said, reaching for the bulge in his pants, “I’m more than happy to lick something.” I gave his hardened shaft a squeeze, and his pupils dilated slightly. A moment later, he had both my hands in one of his and was leaning down.
Whispering, so I could feel his breath on my lips, he said, “I’m in charge here, little lady. I’ll let you know when and if you can lick any part of me.”
A shiver went through me as in-between my legs got wet, and this time, it wasn’t because I had lost control of my bladder. Bryice was so fucking hot when he took charge.
He pushed his lips against mine and, instantly, I opened my mouth to him. I wanted him to claim every inch of me.
All too soon for my liking, he rose up and ordered, “Lift your arms.” I did as he as he said, and he had my shirt off in moments. Never had I been so grateful for the Kaibosian no-bra policy. It made it infinitely easier for him to access my breasts.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, rolling one of my nipples between his finger and thumb.
“Ahh,” I moaned, caught between pain and pleasure.
With a pinch, he let go of my right boob and started to play with my left one.
“Why do you like them so much?” I asked breathlessly.
He stopped all his musings and smiled down at me. “Because most males go straight for what’s between their female’s legs. They forget how much pleasure can be derived from this part of her anatomy.”
He grabbed one of my breasts in each of his hands and squeezed.
I closed my eyes as he continued playing with my chest. He was right; none of my exes had ever given any attention to this part of me. Now that I was finally getting some, I would never think of my breasts the same again.
“You’re so beautiful, Hannah,” Bryice growled as he mashed his lips down against mine. As he did, he drew a line with his fingers from my neck all the way down to my pelvis. He started to rub my clit through my pants and diaper.
I was confused. On one hand, his attention felt heavenly. On the other, I didn’t want to associate any sexual feelings with my diaper. It was there for one reason – to keep me from looking like a three-year-old who couldn’t help but have an accident.
“What’s the matter? You tensed up,” he raised his head and looked down at me.
“Can we please take off the rest of our clothes? I don’t like what I’m wearing.” I bit my bottom lip, hoping he wouldn’t make me beg.
“Of course.”
As if he wasn’t already the perfect man, he didn’t make a big deal at all when he helped me undress and then followed suit.
“Thank you, Bryice,” I said, sincerely meaning it. It felt like a weight I hadn’t realized I had been wearing was taken off my shoulders and my body could relax now.
“You’re welcome, Hannah,” he said, as he leaned over me propping up his head on his hand. “You feel okay to continue?”
“Oh, yes.”
He grinned and we went back to making out and this time, his finger came into contact with my clit.
“That feels wonderful,” I purred as he kissed the side of my neck. Running my hands up and down his back, I never w
anted to lose this contact I had with him.
“That’s the goal,” he chuckled as he made his way down my body until his head was between my legs. His lips closed around my pussy, and he began to suck.
“Oh Jesus,” I moaned, grabbing either side of the bedspread and crushing it in my hands.
He didn’t let my comments stop him from what he was doing. In fact, he switched it up. He alternated between swirling his tongue around my swollen bundle of nerves, nibbling on it, and thrusting his tongue in and out of my channel.
“I…Bryice!” I felt like all the muscles in my body were tensing up and going to snap.
He paused his actions, lifted his head, and commanded, “Come for me, Hannah,” before he bent his head back between my legs and continued what he had been doing.
The pleasure washed over me. I was riding wave after wave and enjoying every moment of it. Closing my eyes, I let the world drift away from my own happy bubble.
“Honey?” Bryice asked.
I opened my eyes to find him hovering above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Better than ever,” I answered honestly.
He smiled down at me. “Perfect. You ready for more?”
“More?” I asked incredulously, not sure if I could take more from him. Instead of answering with words, he nudged his cock against my vagina. “Ah, I see what you mean. Yes, I’m ready for more.”
He bent his head forward, bringing our lips together. At the same time, he entered me, filling me to the point where I was a bit afraid I’d tear.
“So tight…perfect,” he grunted.
His guttural response aroused me more than anything ever had before. His face was tense. His eyebrows furrowed as he began to move in and out of me.
The friction drove me toward another orgasm. This one was going to be much faster and stronger than the first.
“Come for me again, Hannah,” Bryice ordered, his words pushing me over the edge into the abyss. He followed shortly after, pumping once more and pouring his seed inside of me.
My muscles felt like they were all made out of jelly and I was content to stay here and never move again…or at least until I got hungry.
“Wow,” Bryice said, panting.
Cracking one eye open halfway. I looked at him. His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, his pupils were very large, and he had a goofy smile on his face like he had just finished climbing Mount Everest.
“I concur with that statement.”
“Oh, you do?” he asked, tickling my side.
“Ahh! Stop it, Daddy,” I cried, as I tried to move my body away from his fingers.
He laughed, stopped, and said, “Come on, little one. Let’s get washed up.”
“Carry me? Gravity feels extra heavy right now.”
“Oh, my goodness. What have I gotten myself into?” he chuckled, as he scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom to take care of me.
Damn, I was one lucky girl.
Chapter Seven
Hannah
Life was amazing, I thought as I lay in my bed gazing at Bryice. He was on his tablet on the other side of the room, eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, and left hand balled into a fist. Hopefully, everything was okay. I didn’t want anything to upset him or burst our happy private bubble.
As if he knew I was thinking of him, his head popped up. As soon as our gazes met, he put his tablet down and came over to me.
“Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing today?” He took a seat on the side of my bed. We had decided last night that I would continue to sleep in the crib until I was out of my diaper. It just didn’t feel right to me to be cuddled up with Bryice when such a physical part of me was little.
“I’m doing well. How are you?”
He sighed. “I have some unfortunate news.”
“What?” I bolted up in bed. If he told me I’d have to go back to Earth after all of this, I wouldn’t be able to take that.
“The creature who bid on you besides me was a Liborth. He’s threatening to have a warrant issued so he and the galactic police can search Kaibos for you.”
I was confused. “But, technically, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I tilted my head a bit to the right as if doing that would help me see things a different way and understand them better.
“I agree. However, we aren’t sure what the Latovians or Liborth told the senate. If they lied and said we were the ones to kidnap you, we look like the bad guys and would be punished.”
“Then stop pretending to run. We can go to wherever the senate is, and I’ll explain how things went down and that you’re my hero.”
“I thought you wouldn’t want to do that until you had regained control of your entire body.”
“Crap!” I looked down at the bulge between my legs, realizing I needed to be changed. I had been so caught up in seeing Bryice on his tablet that I didn’t notice the warm, swollen heat engulfing my pelvic area.
“Everything is going to work out, baby girl. Daddy and his boss have a plan,” he said as he picked me up and carried me to the changing table.
“What do you guys have in mind?” I asked, as he cleaned me up.
He sealed the tabs on my diaper. Once we were settled in the rocking chair, he said “Our original plan was to keep us hidden and, once you were back to normal, we would come forward so you could say your piece. But with things changing now, Omear emailed me and stated he wants Jayx and I to call the senate, tell them what happened and then a couple of days later, bring you to Datheturn and have you talk. Hopefully, your bladder will be back to normal then.”
“I can’t let you do that.” What if the senate didn’t believe him? Plus, he had just said he wasn’t sure what lies those vile creatures had told to save their own behinds.
He shook his head. “This isn’t up for discussion, sweetheart. We’re doing it this way, so it buys you more time to regain control of your bladder, we can stay on Kaibos together, and it’ll get the Liborth off our backs.”
“But what if it doesn’t end like that, and they take you away?”
“They won’t do that because we’re being honest with them, and we are making a serious accusation. We would’ve done this earlier, but they’re only going to give us three days max to bring you to Datheturn. If we had done this at the start, you wouldn’t have been able to talk, and we would have had to give you over to Tanr, the Liborth, for the remainder of the two weeks since, the Latovians would’ve claimed you weren’t auctioned off, that you belonged to Tanr, and we kidnapped you. During that time, he would’ve killed you or tortured you to the point where you’d lie.”
I felt like I had been doused with a bucket of ice water. After everything I had heard about the alien who had tried to purchase me, I was surprised I didn’t have nightmares.
My shoulders slumped. “All right. I can see you didn’t have a choice. I’m still not happy with you possibly getting in trouble for this, but it’s the only way.”
“Precisely. The last bit of bad news I have is for this call, I need to go to Omear’s office.”
“No one is going to be in here with me? ’Cause I don’t want anyone else to see me with a diaper on,” I said, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I could only imagine what someone besides my daddy would say if they saw the bulge in my pants. They’d fall over laughing.
“No, sweetheart. For the past two weeks, we’ve had guards standing outside the door. They’ll continue to do so, but no one will be in here with you.”
Phew. I was totally fine with that.
“Perfect. Miss Violet and I can color you a picture while you’re gone.”
He smiled down at me. “You sure about that?” he asked, tickling my stomach.
“Stop, Daddy!” I cried, trying to get away from him. Wiggling around on his lap, I was finally able to escape and ran over to my bed to grab Miss Violet. She could protect me.
He laughed and, when I turned to see how far behind me he was, he scooped me up in hi
s arms. “You’re too cute, baby girl. Do you know that?”
“I do.”
He tickled my tummy again. “Now we just have to work on your modesty.”
I shrugged and put my head down on his shoulder. As long as I was with him, I could care less about modesty or anything else.
All too soon, Daddy announced it was time for him to leave for his meeting.
“I won’t be gone long, Hannah. One click, tops,” he said, as he bent down so we were at eye level.
One click, one hour. It had taken a bit for me to get use to the Kaibosian different timing.
“I’ll be all right. I’m a big girl,” I said, and tried to stand a bit straighter as if that would further my point.
He chuckled. “I know you will be. Remember, if you need anything at all, there are two guards outside. They can get you anything you need or they can contact me.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
He smiled down at me, gave me a kiss on my forehead and said, “Bye, baby girl.”
“Bye!”
He walked out the door, and I was left alone. The room suddenly felt much larger than it had in the weeks I’d been here. It felt like something was missing for sure.
A wave of sadness washed over me. I wanted my daddy. My breathing accelerated as if I had been punched in the gut. “You’re okay. He’ll be back soon,” I said out loud as I wrapped my arms around myself.
Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to calm the anxiety growing inside me. Having a panic attack right now would do me no good. Deciding to do what I originally had planned, I grabbed Miss Violet and carried her over to the kitchen table.
Before he left, I had laid out some paper and crayons to draw Daddy pictures while he was gone. Grabbing a sheet, I picked a red crayon and set to work.
I hadn’t been drawing for long when I heard a loud bang outside the door.
“Maybe…it was just thunder?” I hesitantly guessed to Miss Violet. When there was a crash, my instincts told me to hide.
Looking around the room, I thought about where the best place to go would be. One major disadvantage to this tiny space was, though it might be cozy, one could easily search it in under a minute.
