Little Lies: Discovered in Diapers – A Dark ABDL Daddy Dom Romance of Humiliation, Control & Forbidden Pleasure: A Dark ABDL Daddy Dom Romance of Humiliation, Control & Forbidden Pleasure (Dark Romance #8)

She came to him with lies on her lips and shame in her eyes.

A small suitcase. Cheap shoes. That look people carry when they’ve run out of places to go but still pretend like they chose the fall. She said she just needed a room. Quiet, temporary. Just until she got “back on her feet.” And he nodded, letting her settle in with practiced silence, while he catalogued every trembling glance, every nervous smile, every soft habit she tried to hide.

She didn't know who he was.

Not yet.

She didn’t know that the house she stepped into wasn’t just four walls and a locked door — it was a sanctuary for the broken. A trap for the ones pretending to be whole. He wasn’t just a landlord. He wasn’t just a man.

He was Daddy.

And Daddy knew how to wait.

He gave her rules, and she agreed too quickly. Too easily. That was the first crack. Rent was due weekly, no guests, no locked doors. He never said it out loud, but she could feel it in the way he looked at “Lie to me if you want. Lie to yourself. But I’ll see through you.”

And when she slipped—just once, just enough to test the boundary—he didn’t scold. He offered her warm milk, soft words, and a question that felt like a
“Are you a grown woman, or a little girl who needs help?”

She laughed it off.

But that night, she found a pull-up on her bed and a pacifier resting on her pillow.

A
“No more lies, baby girl. Let’s begin.”

What started as discipline became structure. What started as obedience became dependence. What started as pretending… became everything she ever needed.

This isn’t a love story.
This is a slow unraveling.
A tale of surrender. Of power gently taken.
Of a girl who never wanted to be seen—
and the Daddy who stripped her down until there was nothing left but the truth.

And a diaper.