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)
“This isn’t happening,” I muttered, trying to hold back tears. “This is just a fucked-up nightmare.”
But it was happening. I was here, in this strange man’s penthouse, wearing a diaper that I was slowly wetting despite my best efforts. I had been purchased like property, my former boyfriend hadn’t even hesitated to sell me, and worst of all, my traitorous body had responded to every humiliation with shameful arousal.
Another leak escaped, larger this time. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
Just then, I heard the bedroom door open. My eyes flew open to see Jax—my ‘daddy’—standing in the doorway, watching me with those penetrating gray eyes. He’d removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, but otherwise looked exactly as he had at Walker’s apartment. Powerful. Dangerous. In control.
He smiled, clearly recognizing my predicament. “Is my little girl wetting her diaper?”
The childish language made me cringe with humiliation. I pressed my thighs together as much as the bulky diaper would allow, desperate to hide what was happening.
“I’m not,” I lied, even as another leak escaped. My cheeks burned with shame, and I couldn’t meet his eyes.
Jax approached the bed with unhurried confidence, each step deliberate as a predator stalking its prey. He stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne.
“Look at Daddy when you lie to him,” he commanded, his voice deceptively soft.
I forced myself to raise my eyes, hating how easily I obeyed him.
“I’m not…” I began again, but the words died in my throat as my bladder finally surrendered completely. The warm rush of release flooded the diaper, and there was no hiding it now. The soft material swelled between my thighs, and the distinct hissing sound filled the quiet room.
“There we go,” Jax said, his expression softening into something almost tender. “Good girl, letting go for Daddy.”
I wanted to die. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Instead, I sat there on the edge of his massive bed, restrained and helpless, as my bladder emptied itself into the diaper he’d ordered his men to put on me.
“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I tried to hold it.”
“Of course you did,” he replied, reaching out to stroke my hair. “Little girls always think they can be big girls, until they can’t.” His fingers trailed down to caress my cheek, carefully avoiding the dried evidence of our earlier encounter. “How does it feel?”
The question caught me off guard. How did it feel? Humiliating. Degrading. Infantilizing.
And yet…
“Warm,” I admitted in a small voice. “And… not as awful as I thought it would be.”
Jax smiled, a genuine expression that transformed his severe features. “Honesty. That’s what I want from you, Little Lulu. Always.”
He moved to sit beside me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. With gentle hands, he checked the diaper, pressing the front to gauge how wet it was. The pressure made me gasp.
“You needed that badly, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice taking on that strange paternal tone that confused my emotions. “Poor little thing, all full up and not allowed to go to the bathroom. Now you need a change, I think. Go ahead and ask Daddy to change your diaper.”
CHAPTER 4
Jax
The venomous look in Louisa’s eyes at my latest degrading instruction only widened my smile.
“I’m not asking you to change my diaper,” she hissed, her defiance magnificent despite her compromised position. “I’m not playing this sick game.”
I chuckled, admiring the fire in her. This one had spirit—exactly what I’d seen in her from the first moment at Walker’s. Her Selecta Corrections dossier had gotten that part one hundred percent correct.
Subject’s resistance to her submissive sexual needs presents special opportunities, given her role in a criminal organization. We recommend she receive individual attention, ideally through the Rehabilitation in Criminal Surveillance program. In RCS, her considerable intelligence and force of will can be leveraged alongside her sexual training to produce results in the field—quickly, if need be. Breaking her defiance dynamic through forced ageplay is suggested.
Translation: Louisa Bell was a bad girl with potential—so much potential that rather than catching her selling, having her testify against Charlie and Walker, and then sending her to serve a sentence at a Selecta Bad Girl Facility, I had ‘purchased’ her from them. I would have the distinct pleasure of beginning her reformation personally, while developing her skills not just as a fuck toy, but as an undercover informant. And the time horizon for the operation I needed Louisa for was very quick indeed.
“It’s not a request, little one,” I said, pitching my voice in the register I knew affected her. “It’s an opportunity to accept your new reality gracefully.”
I reached out and traced the collar around her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my fingertips. Her breathing quickened, those pretty breasts rising and falling rapidly. Despite her resistance, her body betrayed her at every turn.