part0027

W hen the Little began to stir sleepily in the crib, Dallas picked her up easily and held her tightly against his chest. His Little cuddled her elephant adorably against her chest as she tried to wake up. Walking back and forth across the room, he pressed her lower back into his body, compressing her abdomen against his muscular torso.

The Daddy knew that wetting her diaper would be one more new thing for Rylee to experience. She would resist using the diaper when she was awake, but while sleepy, he hoped he could show her that Daddies take care of their Littles completely. Fussing slightly as the pressure began to build, Rylee’s hands moved to wedge between their bodies to push herself away.

“Aaah!” Rylee revealed the moment when the pressure on her stomach became too much, and she lost control. “Nooo!” she howled.

“You’re okay, Rylee. Daddy will take care of you,” Dallas promised as he maintained the pressure on her lower body to ensure that she emptied her bladder entirely. When she slumped against his shoulder, he walked over to the towel he had placed on the bedspread. Quickly, he removed the wet diaper and cleaned her skin with the wipes he had purchased in the store as well. The Castle inventory was extensive and complete.

Rylee hid her face in embarrassment from her Daddy. Holding her stuffie, Fanté, over her eyes, she felt his hands quickly change her diaper and slowly remove the plug, making her groan softly in reaction as it slid from her body. Dallas never hesitated, never seemed to waver in his desire to take care of her. When she was clean and freed from the anal reminder to behave, Rylee waited for her Daddy to wrap her again in a fresh diaper. Instead, his lips blew against her tummy, creating a loud raspberry sound that tickled her skin.

Giggling, the Little peeked around Fanté. Her distinctive eyes fixed on the twinkle in Dallas’. She held her breath as his mouth lowered again to repeat the amusing noise. Exhaling in a whoosh as she laughed again, Rylee complimented, “Daddy, that’s funny! You’re good at that!” Holding her forearm to her mouth, she tried to reproduce the sound. Whoosh was all the noise that she could make. “I can’t do it,” she protested.

“There are some things that only Daddies are allowed to do,” Dallas said as he lowered his mouth once again. This time, however, he simply kissed his Little’s rounded tummy before repeating the soft caress in a meandering path to the sensitive flesh on the inside of one thigh.

Fanté fell to the side, forgotten, as Rylee’s fingers curled into her Daddy’s shoulders. A low moan slipped from her parted lips as he lightly nipped at the tender flesh. She shifted automatically when he pressed her thighs apart. Instantly, her mind jumped from amusement to arousal as his lips kissed closer and closer to her rapidly dampening core.

Dallas lifted his head slightly to look over her curvy body to meet her eyes. “Daddies take care of their Littles in many ways. Will you let me make you feel good, sweetness?”

His head lowered. Hot breath flowed over her most private areas before she felt his tongue lightly trace the cleft between her outer lips. Rylee spread her legs a bit wider to make room for his broad shoulders as she lifted her hips slightly to encourage his explorations. Her fingers swept through his hair as his tongue dipped further into her wet, pink folds.

Rylee froze in place. She wasn’t very experienced. Of the two men she had gone to bed with, one had not been interested in oral sex at all, and the other had not aroused her in the least when he had kissed her intimately. She had decided that she must not be very sexual. She did not wish to disappoint this amazing man.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her flesh. The vibrations of the sound made Rylee squeeze those pelvic muscles that were suddenly paying attention.

Air whooshed out of her lungs, and she realized that she had been holding her breath. She inhaled deeply as his tongue began to weave a wicked pattern across her inner lips and the soaked entrance of her vagina. His noises of enjoyment reassured her that she was fine. Very soon, no questions remained in her mind that Dallas not only savored her body, but he knew just what she needed.

While he patiently explored her body, the tension grew inside her. As his tongue whisked around her swollen clitoris, Rylee knew she needed something—just a bit more. The tingling sensation lurked just outside of her grasp. “Please,” she desperately begged as she writhed in front of him. Any self-consciousness had long been wiped from her mind as she tried to bring that tingling closer to her.

“Aaah!” she yelled when two thick fingers slid easily inside her soaked entrance as his lips encircled her clitoris. When his lips firmly sucked that bundle of nerves into his mouth, her body arched up against him as pleasure exploded within her.

His touch and caresses prolonged those sensuous contractions until she lay panting before him. Only then did Dallas raise his lips from her body. His tongue tasted her one last time, as if he could hardly pull himself away. Shivering in reaction, Rylee’s fingers lightly tugged his soft hair before releasing her hold.

As her Daddy sat back on his heels from his place on the floor between her widely spread thighs, Rylee struggled to make her uncoordinated muscles obey as she propped herself up on her elbows. He moved closer and pulled her up into his arms, holding her tight. Rylee felt him drop a hundred kisses on her forehead and over the top of her head.

Her eyes closed, with tears squeezing out between the lids. How will I ever live without him in my life? She had known him for such a short time, but already he had rescued, punished, and now, pleasured her. She had thought she needed a Daddy in her life before coming to the Castle. Now she knew she didn’t need a Daddy. She needed this Daddy.

“We’ll figure this out, sweetness. I promise,” Dallas whispered to her as he wiped away the tears clinging to her long lashes. “I promise.”