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But I want them to take care of me. Overnight I’ve become addicted to their attention, to being the center of their world, and I’m terrified of what will happen if I tell them the truth.

So once more I swallow my pride—and lie through my teeth.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I’m rewarded for my deceit with a brilliant smile. “Good girl. Use your diaper and then you can have a bath and we can get ready for our day.”

“But Daddy, I’m a big girl. I don’t wanna use my diaper.”

Even as the protest leaves my lips, I can feel my body yielding to the pressure of his hand. Tears prick my eyes as I fight to hold onto this last vestige of control, but with every passing second the battle grows harder.

“You aren’t a big girl, Kerry Addison.” He pushes harder on my swollen bladder. “You are our very Little girl, our baby, and you need us to take care of you. So you are going to use your diaper like a good Little girl, and if you keep fighting me then you will start to lose privileges.”

Latching onto his threat as much to keep myself distracted as anything else, I pout up at him. “What kinda privileges?”

“Well, we’ll start with ice cream after our visit to Solene’s. Then the toy store. And if you’re extra stubborn, then you will be going to bed early without any dessert—or pleasure. Is that what you want, little girl?”

Devious bastard. If he’d only threatened a spanking, I probably could have rolled with that. But he’s basically laid out the perfect Little day and the thought of losing out on it makes my chest ache.

If getting a chance to experience the Perfect Little Day means humiliating myself this way, then I guess that’s what I have to do. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus all my energy on relaxing my muscles until the familiar feeling of my bladder releasing tells me I’ve done what he asked of me and peed myself. The cotton between my legs is warm and wet and sticky, and tears immediately fill my eyes. Using my diaper is as humiliating and gross as I expected it to be and I want it off.

“Shhh, baby, it’s all right. You did such a good job.” Daddy’s soft praise washes over me as he peels the tabs open and pulls the cotton away from my skin. “Daddy is so very proud of his little angel.”

Sniffling, I blink up at him with watery eyes. “Y-you’re proud of me?”

His smile is even brighter than before. “So very, very proud, little one. I think my sweet angel has earned a reward.”

Before I can ask what kind of reward, his fingers push inside me, and I arch up from the table with a gasp. Pleasure floods my body as he works me toward my peak with slow, leisurely strokes.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for Daddy, angel? Are you going to let me feel your pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy!”

“My sweet baby. You were such a good girl for me today.” He curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that has my eyes crossing with pleasure. “Wetting your diaper for Daddy. Letting Daddy take care of you. Such a good little baby.”

I’m not a baby. I’m not.

But right now, I’m willing to be whatever he wants if it means being allowed to come.

“Please, Daddy,” I whine, rolling my hips so my clit rubs against the heel of his hand. “Please. I wanna come, Daddy, please.”

“Go ahead and come, little one. Let Daddy hear you scream.”

I’m pretty sure the entire island hears me when the pleasure overtakes me. Head thrown back against the changing table, I cry out, the sound clawing at my throat until it’s raw.

When it’s over, Daddy bundles me up in his arms again, his lips pressing against my forehead. “That was beautiful, babygirl. Let’s get you all cleaned up for our big day.”

A moment later, my butt hits the hot water and I sink into the bath with a sigh. There are colorful bubbles up to my chin, and the water smells like lavender.

Yeah. I could definitely get used to this.

All I have to do is spend the rest of my life pretending to be someone I’m not.

No problem.

Right?

Kerry