Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Her legs shook as he popped it into place, and then she gasped in relief. It was over, and it didn’t hurt.
Daddy spun it around a few times before leaving it alone. He lifted her bottom, slid a diaper under her, and grabbed another tube of something. “It’s just diaper cream, Giggles. It will protect your skin. I want you to use your diaper when you’re wearing one.”
She bit her lip. It was one thing to wear a diaper. It was another thing to use it. Could she?
By the time he had the crinkly bulk secured around her, she was a ball of nerves. She’d had an amazing orgasm, and she was too embarrassed to tell him she needed another one.
He unfastened all her restraints, helped her sit upright, and pulled the pastel patterned dress over her head. It had puffy sleeves and very girly lace around the bottom of the sleeves and the hem. It also barely reached the top of her diaper.
She understood why when he helped her recline once more so he could pull the second item up her legs. Matching bloomers.
When he lifted her onto the floor, she looked down and grinned. She’d never felt so Little before. The outfit was very babyish. The diaper was a constant reminder of her regression. And the anal beads in her bottom were going to make it impossible to fully concentrate on anything.
“Ready for dinner?” Daddy asked.
She nodded and took his offered hand. The diaper was awkward, but she nearly skipped down the hallway to the kitchen, feeling like the luckiest Little girl in the world.
Chapter Fourteen
For the next week, Aria was floating on air. She’d practically moved in with Cameron. She wasn’t willing to consider letting go of her apartment yet because it seemed too soon, but she slept at his house every night. There was no reason to go to her apartment. It didn’t have a nursery, and it was so much smaller.
They slid into a routine that fulfilled her in ways she’d never anticipated. She’d been skeptical about her ability to switch gears and be professional eight or nine hours a day, but she’d managed, and so far she’d never slipped up in front of other people.
Daddy always packed lunch for both of them, and she’d started setting an alarm on her phone for noon so she wouldn’t get involved in a project and forget to eat with him. The incentive to earn those magnets was strong.
Daddy kept a bag of magnets in his desk drawer, and he sometimes handed her one randomly in the middle of the day. He might sneak up behind her when no one was looking, set his lips on her ear, and whisper, “Good girl,” before setting one of the magnets in her palm.
Times like that made every day brighter. She would stick the magnet in a pocket in her purse and add them to the board each night when they got home.
The only thing she couldn’t control at work was her outlook on life. She’d changed from being rather serious to smiling all the time, and she knew people had noticed.
One of her coworkers had even asked if she’d met someone. Aria had simply responded with “Maybe…” She’d been surprised no one had noticed her with Cameron off and on. Or maybe they’d all noticed and had been too polite to say something.
Today was a busy day, and on top of that she had an appointment with her supervisor at the end of the day. It was her annual evaluation, and she wasn’t concerned about it, so she didn’t think much of it. She’d been with Tilden’s for two years. She’d always had rave reviews for her work. As far as she knew everyone liked her.
Well, with the possible exception of Carol—the self-appointed guard dog receptionist in the HR department. She scowled at Aria every time Aria walked by as if she couldn’t stand the idea of Aria having free rein to come and go from Cameron’s office. The woman was several years older than Cameron, but Aria was beginning to think she had a crush on him and was jealous of Aria.
With fifteen minutes left in the day, Aria arrived at her supervisor’s office. The door was open, but she knocked on the frame. “Knock, knock.”
He lifted his gaze. “Come on in, Aria. You can shut the door.” He waved toward the chair across from his desk. “Have a seat.”
She’d been feeling light when she’d arrived, but something about his expression sobered her as she lowered onto the chair.
He picked up a file and tapped it on the desk a few times. “As I was preparing to go over your review with you today and discuss next year’s raise, I pulled your file, and I must say I was surprised to find three complaints have been filed.”