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)
“Relax,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “It’s time for sleep now.”
I lay rigid in his embrace, acutely aware of his naked body pressed against my back. His chest was solid muscle, radiating heat that seeped through my thin nightgown. One of his arms cradled my head while the other wrapped possessively around my waist, his hand resting on the front of my diaper.
The disparity in our sizes had never been more apparent. Compared to his powerful frame, I felt tiny, fragile… completely dominated. My wrists secured above my head, my body encased in symbols of infantilization, held firmly in place by this man who now claimed to own me—I had never felt so utterly controlled in my life.
I could never go to sleep like this, could I? I told myself that of course I couldn’t; the thought seemed ridiculous. Then, suddenly, I woke up and saw the light shining through the enormous windows of my new daddy’s bedroom.
CHAPTER 5
Louisa
“Good morning, Little Lulu,” I heard Jax say from the doorway. My stomach lurched at the sight of him in his boxers and nothing else, his coffee mug in hand. He was impossibly fit, with six-pack abs that rippled as he moved toward the bed. The morning light streaming through the windows highlighted every perfect muscle, making him look like some ancient god who’d stepped out of a marble sculpture.
He made me suck his cock. He wants me to call him Daddy. He put a collar on me, with his name on it. He’s fucking insane.
I could see in his eyes that he wanted me to say, “Good morning, Daddy,” and for a moment I almost did. I remembered that he had promised to shave me and spank me and fuck me, and I felt a helpless thrill of arousal surge through my body. The memories of his fingers inside me, of the way he’d made me beg, flooded back with humiliating clarity.
That involuntary reaction made me seethe with anger at myself. What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust and hatred for this man who’d bought me like property and put me in a diaper.
“You’d better have some of that fucking coffee for me,” I said, my voice coming out harsher than I’d intended, a desperate attempt to reclaim some control.
My tummy flipped as I watched Jax’s eyes narrow, though to my dismay his lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped for. I wanted him angry, not amused.
“Naughty diaper girls don’t get coffee,” he said, his voice gentle, but with an edge of admonition. “Especially when they’re rude and use unladylike language.”
He took a slow, deliberate sip from his mug, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The rich aroma of the coffee reached me, making my mouth water. I hadn’t realized how desperately I wanted that simple comfort until it was explicitly denied.
“So… if I start behaving, I could earn coffee privileges?” I asked, surprised to find myself genuinely curious about his rules. A tiny part of me wanted to understand the system he was creating around me—not because I accepted it, but because knowing the rules might give me some sense of control.
Jax’s smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. He seemed pleased by my question. “Yes, Little Lulu. You can earn coffee privileges. And big-girl panties instead of diapers. Even big-girl dresses when we go out.” He set his mug down on the nightstand and sat beside me on the bed, his weight making the mattress dip. “But only if you learn to be a good girl.”
His large hand came to rest on my thigh, just above the edge of my diaper. The casual possessiveness of the touch made my breath catch.
“And right now,” he continued, “you’re very, very far from being a good girl. Especially since you already have a punishment coming from your behavior last night, which I’m going to increase because of what you said just now.”
I swallowed hard. “The… the language thing?”
“That, and wetting your diaper.” His fingers traced small circles on my skin. “But we’ll address all that properly after we take care of more immediate matters.” He stood up, towering over me. “First, it’s time for your bath. Daddy needs to get his little girl’s pussy nice and smooth and ready to take Daddy’s cock, after her spanking.”
A rush of heat flooded between my legs, making me acutely aware of the diaper’s bulk. The childish way he spoke about me combined with the explicitly sexual content of his words created a dissonance that was both disturbing and bizarrely arousing. I felt my nipples harden beneath the silky nightgown, and I hated my body for its betrayal.
This is insane, I reminded myself firmly. This entire situation is completely fucking insane. I’m not a child. I’m not his property. I’m not ‘Little Lulu.’ I need to focus on finding a way out, not on how his hands feel on my body.