Page 199 of Naughty November
He was sexy as fuck and utterly ridiculous…and I couldn’t have loved him more.
But before I could tell him that, we had to finish our scene or he’d do his best to distract me and I’d never get him back in his diaper.
His diaper.
I had to admit that I’d always thought he’d look cute as a little, but no matter how dramatic and adorably childlike he was, he’d never been comfortable exploring that side. I’d always told myself that there were plenty of other types of submission, but I wasn’t going to back down so easily this time.
He seemed too natural curled into me and sucking on his bottle, diaper-wrapped bottom looking adorable and giving him a different kind of helplessness than I’d ever seen on him before.
“Such a good boy.” Kissing his head as he slowly sucked andsnuggled, I ran one hand down his side and over his stomach. “And such a sexy one too.”
Keeping him hard and distracted was the only way he’d thoroughly enjoy the scene, so I wasn’t going to rush or push the little side too much. This was about him submitting completely and being mine. The only thing that mattered at the moment was reinforcing how helpless he was so he was already in the right mindset when I tickled him.
Rubbing low on his torso, I caressed right above his diaper as I continued to cradle him on my lap. “You’re going to feel so good when you’ve got a full tummy and you’re laughing and giggling.”
His embarrassed squeak made me smile, but the best part was the way he scrunched his eyes up. Somehow he thought he was safe as long as he didn’t have to look at what was happening, but I was okay with that fascinating logic.
“And I’m not even going to tell you that you shouldn’t have had the soda you snuck on the way home. I’ll just help take better care of you next time.” His weakness was caffeine in any and all forms, and his habit would come back to bite him very soon.
He got almost hyperfocused when he was working, and I’d have bet any amount of money he hadn’t gone to the bathroom in hours.
The squeak he let out as he played with the tip of the bottle said I was right about that too.
But instead of worrying or even thinking about how he could avoid the scene, he went back to sucking on the bottle.
“I’m so proud of you.” Kissing his head sweetly, I made wider circles with my hand so I could tease his nipples and rub the front of his diaper. “And you’re so sexy.”
He didn’t argue with that, but he let out a huff that said he didn’t quite agree with me.
“I can’t wait to hear how happy you get and to make you feel so wonderful and helpless.” We both loved that too much to ignore it. “I’m going to make you laugh and squirm, and once you’re a good boy, I’m going to give you more kisses and snuggles.”
As my hand went lower, I ran it over the front of the still clean diaper and down between his legs. “And if you haven’t come, I’ll even let you orgasm. I think you’d like that.”
I hadn’t technically made it a question because of the whole no talking thing, but he went still for a few seconds before he nodded and kept sucking. “Oh, I know how my boy wants to get off. I bet you’d love to hump me once you’ve been a good boy.”
And that got me another shocked squeak.
Chuckling, I kissed his head and trailed my fingers lower so I could barely tickle the inside of his thighs. He made a soft, silly sound and scrunched his face up but immediately pouted when I stopped. “Oh, you’ve got to finish your milk first. I’m having too much fun to rush.”
Making sure he understood both those points seemed important. I didn’t want him to think this part was just a step or that I’d let him tempt me into going too fast. If I wasn’t careful, his bladder wouldn’t be full enough to make using the diaper easy.
And he was going to do his best to drag that part out.
Oh, he’d give in eventually…he was too curious not to…but I didn’t want him to be able to fight it for too long. He needed to see that this wasn’t as scary as he thought before I could let him drag it out. Once he knew it was naughty fun that he could look forward to, then I could edge him with it and drive him crazy.
At first he went silent but then my drama queen huffed around the bottle and did his best to pout as he drank. It was an impressive skill actually, but he liked being tickled and he could read me as easily as I could read him.
He knew I wasn’t kidding.
I was having a wonderful time just like this, so if he was too much of a pain in the butt, he might not get tickle time first.
Yeah, that was a scary threat even if it was an implied one, so I wasn’t surprised when he sucked faster.
“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Kissing his forehead, I stroked down the front of his diaper again to make sure he knew that my being proud of him would end up with a fun reward. “So brave and you’re being so good for me.”
Squeezing his diaper, I nuzzled against his head. “I can’t wait to figure out a way to make you even more helpless, baby. Having you in my lap but completely unable to get away would make this even more perfect.”
There had to be a good way to make him feel even more helpless…possibly even more little.