First-Time Sitting E-Book

A.B. Darling Little

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

One of the conditions of being the Alpha's most trusted Werewolf means taking care of his precious pup. Lucky should be honored to do so and he is. Except he has no idea what he's doing. What is he supposed to do when she starts screaming bloody murder and demanding that she bring back her 'Daddy'? He's pretty certain that he should not be panicking.

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"Sticky," she frowns at him when she's done making a mess of herself. There's food everywhere. There's even honey in her hair and a chunk of pancake on the top of her head and she's somehow managed to spill a good half of the milk down her chin. She's frowning at him like it's somehow his fault she doesn't know how to eat like a proper lady.

"Yes, sticky," he agrees with a tired sigh. It's not even noon yet and he already feels exhausted. He doesn't know how Alpha handles it- handles her. He has to stop thinking of her as 'it'. One of these days, he's going to slip up and his head will turn into an 'it' as it rolls out the door. "Sticky baby," he hums, relishing in the bright smile she gives him in response to the phrase.

She makes grabby hands at him and he surrenders his fate to her, leaning down to let the wrap her sticky arms around his neck as he picks her up.

"Sticky babies get baths," he tells her quietly, hoping she would understand what he means and that would mean less tantrums later.

"Bath!" she screams in his ear and he goes partially deaf.

There is a sort of heady pleasure in how easily she appears to trust him already, clinging to him tightly and burying her face to his neck as he carries her towards the bathroom. He gets the water running and puts her on the changing table so he take off her sticky clothes, but she seems to think it as a game, pushing her hands and feet at him like she's trying to simultaneously push him away and also fall over the edge and hit her head to give herself a concussion.

Leseprobe

Werewolves Guardian 3

First-time Sitting

Copyright 2019 A.B. Darling Little

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Warning:

This steamy short story contains age regression with eighteen-year-old young woman who is babied by an Alpha Werewolf. It also contains scenes of humiliation, ab/dl, diaper play, bdsm, knotting, size kink, public humiliation, exhibitionism & voyeurism, double penetration, and much, much more.

Chapter One: Baby-Sitter

Sandy rubs her eyes as she yawns. She feels fuzzy and weak, like she's getting sick. The last thing she remembers is Daddy rocking her to sleep, humming and rumbling softly so that her whole body is vibrating pleasantly.

She sits up slowly. "Daddy?" she calls out into the empty room. It's so rare for her to wake up to find Daddy gone. He would usually hurry in by now, but she's all alone today. "Daddy?" she whimpers, drawing her knees into her chest in fright. She's still inside her crib, which gives her a certain degree of comfort, but not enough that she doesn't cry out for her Daddy again. She pulls one of her stuffed animals closer to her chest and cradles it tightly, looking around the room for what feels like the first time since she's been here.

It's so easy to be distracted when Daddy's around, touching her and cradling her. It's a nice, happy room, windows letting light in from outside and shelves full of baby supplies, clothes and some toys on the bottom level where she can grab the ones she likes if she is put on the floor. Daddy doesn't put her on the floor here, though. She doesn't spend more time in the room at all since Daddy puts her to sleep here every night and then when she wakes, she will be in Daddy's bed and he'll have his arms wrapped tightly around her to keep her safe.

"Daddy?" She calls again, pushing herself to her feet inelegantly. She hits the side of the crib, the cushioned bars keeping her from hurting herself even when she does hit her head against it. She grabs the top of the wooden bar and tries to hoist herself up and over it so she can leave the confines of the crib.

The door opens slowly and she watches with her face drawn tight to see who would come in.

"Daddy?" she bleats softly.

It's not him. But it's not someone unfamiliar either. Lucky pushes the door open like it has personally insulted him somehow. He glances about the room with that same glare he has every time she sees him. "Good morning, missus," he greets professionally.

She frowns and chooses not to answer him in favor of hugging her toy harder. "Daddy?" she whimpers again. She doesn't know many words and doesn't know how to ask where Daddy is, but Lucky seems to understand her all the same.

"Alpha has to leave for a work emergency today, but he'll back as soon as he can," he reports with an air of someone who really doesn't want to be here.

"Daddy?" she repeats, a little bit alarmed.

He grimaces and clears his throat. "Daddy," he bites the word out like it hurts him somehow, "is busy."

"Oh," her face falls.

"He'll be back soon, okay? Soon," he says, sounding more and more frustrated by the second. "He'll be back as soon as he can," he repeats. "In the meantime, I am to make sure that you don't di-" here, he pauses, like he's struggling to find the right word for it. In the end, he settles for, "I am to make sure that you are happy and healthy until he deems it fit to return. Now, I hear you are allowed pancakes as long as I don't put too much maple syrup on them. Would you like some here, or in the living room?"

That isn't technically true. She's not allowed to have any syrup on her pancakes and Daddy only lets her have bites at a time. She supposes it's a sort of treat for her because Daddy's not here. Lucky's probably trying to bribe his way into her good graces. "Out," she says when she realizes he's waiting for an answer. She doesn't want to eat in here. Her room is for sleeping.

"Alright then," he says and looks profoundly uncomfortable as he makes his way towards her and then reaches into the crib to lift her up. He is a little awkward in handling her, holding his grip on her waist and keeping her at arm's length, like he's trying his best not to have too many contact points between his body and hers, but that also leaves her feeling like she could drop at any moment and her eyes start to fill with fresh tears.

"Hugs," she whimpers, reaching for him weakly while he holds back a growl and lets her pulls herself close, by curling her fingers around his neck and throwing herself on him, pressing her face into his neck. He doesn't smell like Daddy, but he smells nice too. A little bit like burned sandalwood. She snuffles up close, feeling his grip loosen around her waist before tightening to keep her from falling.

His grip freezes, like he doesn't know what to do and then sighs, resigning himself to his fate. "There, there," he says, patting her back a little mechanically, but it's better than nothing. He shifts his hold on her so that she's no longer clinging to him, but is able to be comfortably settled in his arms, and then she feels herself being carried out of the room into the kitchen.

There, he puts her in her high chair and straps her in, placing the pancake in a plate in front of her. She licks her lips, stomach gurgling at the sweet smell of the syrup and buttery pancake.

This isn't the first time Lucky's babysat her, but it's the first time he's done it at her home and Daddy isn't around to clean up his messes. Lucky isn't very good with cleaning her diaper and he gets really frustrated and usually she starts crying cause he forgets what to do and Daddy would come in and help.

He has a very determined look on his face right now, like he's convinced himself at some point that he's going to do this right. Good for him. She hopes he gets it right.

"Yum yum," she smiles happily, not even bothering with the plastic fork and spoon he's put aside for her in favor of grabbing the pancake with her fingers and pulling the dripping piece to her mouth. Her onesie gets dirty immediately and he makes a noise like a dying whale, which makes her look up at him and drop the pancake at the same time.

The sweet syrup coats her tongue immediately and she hums happily, picking up the pancake that's slid down her onesie with her fits and smashing it into her mouth, fist and all. She licks her fingers and sucks on her clenched fists.

"No, baby," he groans, easing her fingers out of her mouth and prying her fingers open to get the pancake. It's all crumbled and sticky now. Lucky's not very good at making pancakes.

Her eyes water. "Cake," she demands, opening and closing her fist in an effort to get it.

"Pancake, baby," he corrects. "Like this, see?" He picks up the spoon and fork and proceeds to cut it up into small pieces using the spoon as a makeshift knife. She grabs the sliced pancakes with her fist and smash it to her mouth immediately.

"Yum yum," she declares gleefully, chunks of pancake dropping into her lap.

He looks vaguely nauseated. "Yum yum," he agrees with a grimace that's probably supposed to be a smile and dutifully cuts up the rest of the pancakes.

"Yum," she says again, pushing a piece of the pancake to him so he can eat a piece too. He parts his lips and lets her smash a piece to his upper lip and teeth. Grabbing her wrist gently, he guides her hand so she's actually putting the food in his mouth and chews. "Yum?" she inquires with a toothy smile.

"Delicious," he agrees with another attempt at a smile.

Lucky is kind of useless with expressions, but that's fine. Daddy says she can trust him, so she does.