It’s so different now! It’s strange to behave like a little girl, but it’s also comforting. He brings me teddy bears and it’s as if our entire relationship is based on his taking care of, protecting, and guiding me to learn to do the same for myself. I am thrilled with everything.
That is all far more important to me than the sex; although, the sex is so damned good I can’t imagine what I might do without it. Every day feels emotionally charged and every day feels sexually charged. There is nothing like his smile, especially when he gives me a smile of approval. It makes me feel so proud of myself and so happy!
That’s why I don’t wear a diaper, not yet. I’ve done a lot more research, and I know many who have relationships such as ours wear them. I bought some at the store and when he saw them, we talked for a while and we ended up throwing them away. He realized straight away that I got the diapers to please him and not because I thought I would be comfortable or happy wearing them. He tells me that, as we grow together, I might find myself wanting other things, but for now he won’t let me rush anything just because I think it will please him. He tells me what will please him more than anything is my comfort, safety, and growth. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before.
“Here he is,” Paul says. “He’s in the lifestyle,” he adds. What that means, really, is that I can call him Daddy in front of the man, who is parking on the street.
“Is that the real estate agent?” I ask.
“Title officer,” he says as the man exits the car, carrying a briefcase.
“Doesn’t the house need to be sold before a title officer gets involved?” I ask. “Have you already sold it?”
“Something like that,” he says.
The man approaches and Paul shakes his hand before leading him into the house. I head in behind them and Paul says, “Have a seat, Princess.” He calls me Princess a lot now.
I sit down and say, “It’s going to be hard to leave this place after you’ve made it so perfect, Daddy.”
Charlie slides some papers my direction. “Will you sign here, please?” he asks.
I look at him and shake my head. “I’m not on the title at all,” I say. “I just rented a room here.”
Paul says, “Go ahead and sign, Princess. I’m not selling the house. When Charlie records the title, you and I will own the house together; we’ll be tenants in common.”
I turn to him in wonder and he smiles and slides a little box over to me.
“Of course, if you like what’s in the box, we’ll change it to Joint Tenants with Rights of Survivorship.” I have no idea what those words mean, but I open the little box and almost faint.
“D… Daddy?” I ask softly.
“Will you, Princess?”
I squeal and leap to my feet. A moment later I’m in his lap, straddling him and kissing him. It takes me almost five minutes even to put on my engagement ring! Finally, I squeal and slip it on. I look at it for only a second and then it’s back to kissing my man, my Daddy, my Paul. I can hear Charlie laughing happily behind us by I don’t care.
I kiss and hold him and I don’t ever want to let go.
Did you like Daddy’s Dishonest little girl? Could you tell from the start that Gwen and Paul were destined to be forever? Well, now that she’s found her Daddy and he has his little girl, there’s no doubt that the two of them will be happy for a long time to come.
But, what about Charlie?
Charlie isn’t quite as lucky as Paul. His little girl has yet to arrive. After a difficult marriage, where he watched his wife spiral deeper and deeper into drug addiction, he’s not sure he’s willing to give romance a try ever again. It has been almost nine years since the drugs claimed his wife, but the pain of trying all he could to help her, as she steadfastly refused anything he offered has convinced him that he must be unqualified to be a Daddy.
Then along comes Charlotte. She’s just graduated from college, and the overpowering stress of trying to be perfect has finally taken its toll. She never wanted the legal career her parents pressured her into and she surprises and angers everyone by refusing a job offer from the most prestigious firm in New York City. Instead, she travels west, a lawyer without a firm, and with no desire to live up to the expectations of everyone else. She’s hurt, confused, and lost when she takes a job with a contractor, reviewing real estate paperwork.
The two are destined to meet, but are they destined to find love and their own happily ever after? Read Charlotte’s Title, the next Book in the Wounded Daddies series, and find out!