Page 41 of Orion

Sure, it’s a weird practice. This is the third time I’ve let Daddy feed me a bottle. Perhaps I should protest or eat more food so he doesn’t insist on treating me like an infant. But the truth is just as I told him. I enjoy the way he cares for me. It makes me feel special. Loved. Wanted.

Maybe it’s easier to let myself live in this fantasy world. It’s helping keep my mind off the fact that Quinn is outside putting cameras on the cabin because of me. Because my asshole of a stepfather is unhinged and will come here eventually. When he does, it won’t be pretty. That scares me. But the cameras will help both of us sleep at night.

I put my hand over Daddy’s as he holds the bottle to my mouth. I doubt he’ll ever let me feed myself. He’s too controlling. That also means that eventually I’m going to need to spend more time in my big-girl panties. He’ll go back to work. I’ll need to take care of myself while he’s there. After only one day, I already hate the idea of making decisions. There’s something so refreshing about allowing Daddy to make choices for me.

When the bottle is empty, he carries me into the bedroom.

Admittedly, I’m groggy, probably from the peacefulness of being fed in his warm arms. I find myself whining when he sets me on the bed and pouting when he takes off my dress. He lowers me onto my back, strips off my panties, rubs cream all over my folds, and diapers me. It’s a process that’s still unnerving.

Daddy pops a pacifier in my mouth and scoots me to the center of the bed. He smiles down at me. “I bet I have something that will make you happy.”

I frown. My mouth is already plugged, so I can’t ask what, but I push up onto my elbows to watch as he moves across the room where my meager belongings reside in two boxes that Sylas brought from my house.

Daddy reaches into the open flap of the top box and pulls out Puppy.

I giggle behind the pacifier as I’m reunited with my stuffed animal. The one that went by the name Puppy, because I didn’t understand actually naming the stuffie when I was a toddler. So, Puppy stuck. My mother thought it was cute.

As soon as he’s in my arms, I curl onto my side, and Daddy pulls the covers up to my chin. He adds another one on top of me and then tucks huge pillows down both sides of me.

“There. You should be warm enough like this. I don’t want you getting out of bed unless the house is on fire, understood?”

I giggle again. Silly Daddy.

“You stay right here in this snug little space. The pillows will help keep you from rolling off the bed. If you need to go potty, use your diaper.” He gives me a stern look, eyes narrowed.

After a kiss to my temple, Daddy leaves the room. He doesn’t close the door all the way, but the cabin is small enough that he would be able to hear me from anywhere in the main room.

I already need to pee. I haven’t gone to the bathroom in a while, and I just had a bottle, so my bladder is full. There’s no way I could nap with this discomfort, so I take a deep breath and wet myself. It’s beyond weird. It actually makes me nervous. What if I get used to using a diaper and then accidentally wet my panties one day?

Now, I’m even more sleepy, and I’m wearing a thick diaper. It’s very absorbent, so my skin isn’t wet. Plus, Daddy put diaper cream on me, but it’s heavy and strange feeling.

It feels like submission.

There’s a reason Daddy didn’t take me to the bathroom before he fed me a bottle and diapered me. He likes it when I wet myself. It’s in his nature to dominate me in this fashion, and now it’s in my nature to submit to him.

Relaxing, I hug Puppy close, suck my pacifier, and drift off to sleep.

* * *

Deep voices yank me out of my nap, and I push to sitting and look around the room. The sun is still up, so I didn’t sleep for too long, but I bet it’s late afternoon.

My pacifier is no longer in my mouth, and I glance down to see it next to the pillow. I guess I spit it out. My diaper is cold, so I didn’t pee in my sleep. The thought of doing so unnerves me.

Suddenly, Daddy steps into the room. He’s smiling as he shuts the door. “Sorry, Little doll. Navin and Brea are here. I’m sure we woke you, but you need to get up anyway, or you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

When he reaches me, he tugs the covers away, pushes the pillow to the side, and grabs my ankles to drag me toward the edge of the bed.

I giggle as I fall onto my back.

Daddy palms my diaper and meets my gaze. “Go pee again, Little doll.”

Darn. He’s astute. I was hoping he wouldn’t realize the urine isn’t recent.

He places his hand on my tummy and presses against my bladder. “Brea would like to spend some time with you. Be a good girl and wet yourself so you can get to know your new friend better.”

I whimper. It’s so hard. I don’t normally pee on my back. It’s an awkward position. Plus, Daddy is watching me. Waiting. My bladder is shy.

“Close your eyes, Little doll. Concentrate.”