Daddy's Baby

Planning and Plotting

I run back upstairs as fast as I can. I get inside the room and close the door. It doesn't have a lock! So I pull a chair and keep it in front of the door to prevent him from opening the door! I pull another one up to help me get inside the crib. I crawl inside a blanket and cry myself to sleep. He smacked me hard.

I open my eyes to find myself drinking milk from a baby's bottle, almost through, and Carlos sitting by my crib, feeding me. I glance at the door and its open. Obviously, how stupid of me to think that a chair could have kept him out of my room.

Unsolicited tears start to fall off my face again as I try to push out the bottle of my mouth. Gently this time though. I don't wanna get spanked again.

He ruffles my hair and kisses my lips. A quick peck.

"Lo Siento mi amor.. umm .. I am sorry love." He smiles.

I nod. Learning English, is he?

"Finish," he says and puts the bottle back in my mouth.

I decide I obviously cannot fight him. He is too strong. Plus, I don't even know where the f**k am I. I will just play along till night and then try to sneak and run back home at night! Sounds like a plan!

I drink the milk. God, I am hungry. When did I last eat?

Drinking from a baby bottle is embarrassing, even when I am hungry. Why is he treating me like a child though? My head hurts with the overtime work my brain is doing. After I am through, he picks me up and takes me to the bathroom. He sits me on the counter and helps me brush my teeth with a pink brush and some glittery toothpaste that tastes yummy!

He then holds my arms up to get me out of my top. I am jittery. I hold my top trying to stop him from stripping me off my clothes.

He untangles my hand from my top and puts them on the side, and kisses my cheek.

When I am naked, he sits me on the toilet and goes out. I do my business as fast as I can before he can come back in again.

He comes back and shakes his head trying not to laugh.

He picks me up and puts me in the bath with duckies and all. He washes my hair and umm the whole of me. I am super embarrassed but he seems so comfortable doing it that I get comfortable too, without even realizing.

I am enjoying the bath so much that I don't want to get out when he holds me. I think I pout.

He looks happy. He wraps me in a towel and then hugs me tightly, carrying me to my room.

He then puts me in a pink princess cotton dress again without a bra. I at least get to wear my panties.

He then carries me downstairs. We sit in the living room. It's huge. He sits me on the floor and gives me some colors and books to color. And he sits on the couch, takes his phone out and a notepad and a pen and is doing something.

I stare at him. What wouldn't have I given to snatch that phone and call my parents to get me out of here?

He just smiles back at me.