Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Tell me,” I whispered, leaning close enough that my breath stirred her hair, “do you think your old life is waiting for you somewhere? That boy who sold you without a second thought? The drug deals? The dead-end existence you were spiraling into?”
Her lower lip trembled, and I knew my words had found their mark. I pressed my advantage.
“Or do you think perhaps fate has delivered you exactly where you belong? In the care of someone who sees your true nature? Someone who will cherish what he’s purchased?”
“Fuck you,” she whispered, but there was no conviction behind it.
My hand cracked across her face before she could blink—not hard enough to mark her, just enough to shock.
“That’s two infractions now. The wet diaper, which we can forgive as an accident, and that filthy mouth, which we cannot.” I stood, towering over her. “Now you have a choice. Ask Daddy nicely to change your diaper, or sit in your own pee until morning while sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed.”
Her lovely face contorted with the internal battle. I watched, fascinated, as emotions warred across her features—rage, humiliation, desperation, and underneath it all, the first tendrils of submission seeking purchase.
“Please,” she finally whispered, the word barely audible.
“Please what, Little Lulu? Be specific.”
She closed her eyes, a single tear escaping down her cheek. “Please change my diaper… Daddy.”
Victory surged through me, sweeter than any arrest of a drug lord I’d ever brought about. I stroked her hair gently, rewarding her surrender.
“Good girl. You’re learning already.”
I unclipped her wrists from the bedpost, but left the cuffs connected. Louisa shuddered as with the controlled force of my hands I guided her to lie back on the bed, positioning a changing pad beneath her that I retrieved from the same drawer where my men had gotten her diaper.
“Legs up,” I instructed.
Louisa
I hesitated, then slowly raised my knees toward my chest. The position displayed my soaked diaper and everything else to him, and I wanted to curl into myself and disappear. But something in his eyes—a promise of consequences if I disobeyed—kept me from closing my legs.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, his fingers going to the Velcro tabs at my hips.
The sound of the fabric releasing made me wince. Each rip felt like another piece of my dignity being torn away. I stared at the ceiling, refusing to watch as this man—a stranger who now called himself my daddy—performed this most intimate act.
“Such a wet little girl,” he commented, folding down the front of the diaper to expose me. The cool air against my damp skin made me shiver. “Your body certainly knows who’s in charge—even though your mind is clearly still catching up.”
He wiped me with clinical efficiency, using baby wipes that smelled of powder and innocence. Each stroke of the cool cloth against my pussy and bottom sent unwanted sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip hard, determined not to make a sound.
“Do you know why I’m doing this myself instead of having my men handle it?” Jax asked conversationally, as if he were discussing the weather while cleaning between my legs.
I remained silent, focusing on a small crack in the ceiling paint.
“Answer Daddy when he asks you a question,” he prompted, his voice hardening slightly.
“No,” I whispered. “I don’t know why.”
His fingers paused their work, resting lightly against my inner thigh. “Because this body belongs to me now. Every inch of it. And I want you to understand that I will personally care for what is mine.” His hand moved higher, brushing against my sex. “Like this pretty little pussy. It’s Daddy’s responsibility now.”
I closed my eyes, mortified by the wetness I knew he could feel—wetness that had nothing to do with pee.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.
“Your body is honest, even when you try to lie,” he said, his fingers tracing my folds with deliberate slowness. “At the deepest, most important level, you know what you need.”
“I don’t need this,” I protested weakly.
“No?” He slipped a finger inside me, making me gasp. “Then why are you so wet for Daddy? Why does your little pussy clench around my finger like it’s desperate for more?”
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even think straight with his finger inside me, slowly pumping in and out.
“This is mine now,” he continued, adding a second finger and making me whimper. “To use or not use. To pleasure or deny pleasure. To punish or reward. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my hips betraying me by arching up to meet his hand.
“Yes, what?” he prompted, his thumb finding my clit.
“Oh, god…” I sobbed. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jax looked down at my mound with a frown. His thumb brushed against my pubic hair, tugging it slightly.
“First thing tomorrow morning, we’re shaving this,” he announced, as if discussing a mundane household chore. “A little girl’s pussy should be smooth and bare. It will help you understand who you really are.”