“I do. Which is why those dresses will be reserved for special occasions.” Carrying me across the closet to a stack of drawers, he opens the third one down and plucks a t-shirt and whatlooks to be a skirt from inside. “I think you’ll be much more comfortable in these.”
“Lemme see.”
I reach for them, but he holds them up out of my reach. “I am starting to think I’m going to spend half my time teaching you manners, little one. How do youpolitelyask for something?”
“Please lemme see?”
It’s a somewhat sarcastic, bratty response, and I half expect him to spank me again. Instead, he just throws his head back and laughs. “Close enough. Here you go, kitten.”
He hands me the clothes as he sets me down on a tall table of some kind. Ignoring the fact that he’s once again stripping me naked as he pulls the towel from me, I hold up the t-shirt.
Only to realize it’s not actually a t-shirt. It’s a onesie, like babies wear, with the snaps between the crotch and everything. On the front is the phraseDaddy’s Kittenin a fancy font bedazzled with rhinestones.
“Cute. Still not really my style, but cute.”
“Compromise is a valuable skill, little one.” Pushing me onto my back, he pulls something across my stomach. “You have your style, and I have mine. This will give you the freedom to move about and explore to your curious little heart’s content, while still reminding you of your place as my Little girl.”
“I suppose that’s fair.” As fair as any of this can possibly be, anyway. And it is a pretty cute outfit, I suppose.
Lowering the onesie, I look down at the strip of leather he’s buckled across my stomach. “What’s that for?”
“To make sure you don’t accidentally roll off the changing table.”
“I’m twenty-three years old. I haven't fallen out of bed in… Okay, well, that’s not really the point. I’m not going to roll off the table.”
“Little girls often get fussy when they need to be changed. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Again, I can’t really argue with his logic, so I shrug. “I guess.”
Gripping both my ankles in one hand, he lifts my legs into the air and slides something soft and cottony under my ass. When he looks down at me, his expression is full of curiosity. “I must admit, you’re taking this much better than I expected. From what I’ve heard, the others put up quite a fuss the first time they were put in a diaper.”
“I mean, it’s just extra thick underwear. It’s not like you’re expecting me to use it or anything.”
Something flickers in his eyes, those impossibly dark depths highlighted by the jagged scar running down one side of his face, and my stomach twists into a knot.
“Wait. No. You can’tseriouslyexpect me to go to the bathroom in this thing!”
“I do, yes. It will take some getting used to, I’m sure, but all the other Little ones on the island use their diapers regularly.”
“And if I refuse?”
“You’re a smart girl, Natalie. What do you think will happen if you refuse me?”
Duh. The same thing that’s already happened. “You’ll hurt me again.”
“I’ll spank you, yes. And if that doesn’t work, I’ve heard Doctor D has some rather creative methods for getting stubborn Little girls to use their diapers.”
God, the things I’ll do for a fucking story. “Fine. I’ll use it.”
Shaking his head, he lets out a deep sigh. “That isn’t how you speak to me, kitten. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’.”
Right, right. Daddy, Little girl. Two peas in a pod. “Yes, Daddy.”
It surprises me that the phrase doesn’t bother me as much as I might have expected. Sure, it’s weird, but it’s not like it meansanything. If calling the mob boss Daddy keeps him happy, then I’ll call him Daddy.
As he said. I’m a smart girl.
Warmth infuses his dark eyes. “Good girl. Let’s finish getting you dressed. Your Auntie Cat should be here soon.”
