Page 36 of Dirty Little Secrets
Before he can finish, Junie scrambles out of her chair and launches herself at him with a sob. “Yes! Yes, I wanna stay with you forever and ever and ever!”
Tears prick my eyes as I watch my husband cradle our babygirl on his lap, his eyes closed as he buries his face in her hair.
Regardless of how we got here, I can’t shake how veryrightthis all feels.
As much as I hate to disturb their moment, we do still have a lot to discuss, so I clear my throat and wait for them to look up at me. “Now that we’ve settled the question of where you’ll be staying, you need to finish reading all your rules, princess.”
Returning Junie to her seat, Bash taps the paper in front of her. “You already know what we both expect from you as far as respect and honesty. And naughty words,” he adds with a stern glare that has Junie blushing and ducking her head. “But in addition to those rules, you’ll have a bedtime and strict rules about junk food and the clothes you wear.OurLittle girl will only be allowed to wear proper Little girl clothes from now on.”
His gaze meets mine over Junie’s head and I drag in a breath, excitement beating at my chest.
“And yes, princess, that includes diapers.”
Junie
My breath catches in my throat as I re-read the list they gave me. Sure enough, at the very bottom of the list where I hadn’t gottenyet, is a rule stating that I will wearand usediapers every single day as their Little girl.
“But Mommy, I don’tlikediapers,” I whine. “And I can’t wear diapers to work!”
“Of course not,” Mommy scoffs, and some of the worry gripping me eases. But only for a moment. “Little girls don’t go to work.”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at them. “You want me to quit my job?”
Mommy and Daddy share another look before Daddy reaches over to take my hand. “We want you to be our baby, June-bug. All the time. And yes, that means quitting your job and living here with us and letting us take care of you.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I tug my hand free of his and lower it to my lap. “I have bills. A car payment, student loans, credit cards.”
“We’ll take care of all that.” Mommy waves a hand, as if six figures worth of debt is nothing.
Maybe to them it’s nothing. But to me it’s a weight around my neck, one I can’t simply ignore.
Even though I want nothing more than to give into their demands, I give my head another shake. “I can’t ask you to do that. It’s not fair to you.”
“You aren’t asking,” Daddy says gently. “We’re offering. Insisting, really.”
Mommy’s wicked laughter fills the room as she reaches for her glass, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We are selfish beings, Juniper. We both work from home several days a week, and we want a Little girl who will be at our beck and call whenever we get an… urge.”
“Oh.” The thought of being constantly available to them, theirs to use whenever they want, is intoxicating. My head swimsat the thought of how deliciously sore I’m likely to be on a regular basis if I agree to this.
And if they'reofferingto take care of all that debt…
Settling back in my chair, I read over the list of rules again. It’s extensive, far more involved than anything we’ve engaged in at the club. There are rules around what I’m allowed to say, wear, and eat. When I’m allowed to get out of bed in the morning and when I have to be back in bed in the evening. I’ll only be allowed to leave the house with their permission, and if I want to go somewhere without them, one of them will drop me off and pick me up. There is also a section dedicated to the chores I’ll be expected to complete regularly, like keeping my playroom clean.
And that doesn’t even cover the more…intimaterules. No orgasms without permission. All of my holes being available to them at all times. Keeping my pussy free of hair, preferably waxed.
Is this really how I want to live my life? As Mommy and Daddy’s plaything, their little doll to be dressed up and used however they see fit?
The honest answer is—I don’t know. There is part of me that longs for exactly this life. No responsibilities, no worries except pleasing Mommy and Daddy.
But it’s also terrifying. Leaving my job means leaving any sense of independence I might have had behind. I’ll have no money of my own, nowhere to go if this thing between the three of us ends.
“Baby.” Pushing up from her chair, Mommy rounds the table and lifts me up, taking my seat and settling me on her lap. “You look so upset. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong.”
Voicing my fears out loud feels… huge. Almost too big for a very Little girl to say. But I know I need to, because I need to know that I have a backup plan if—when—this all goes sideways. Because as much as they may think they want a permanent Littlegirl right now, I know better than anyone how very different reality can be from fantasy. “What happens when you decide you don’t want me anymore?”
“That will never happen.” Mommy’s voice is sharp, as if she’s insulted by the very suggestion. “This is forever, Juniper Skye.”
Shaking my head, I pull away from her, determined to be rational about this. “You can’t promise that. People always want to say things like forever but it doesn’t work out that way. I need to know that I won’t be broke and homeless when this is all over.”
