Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
He’s so pleased with me that I’m unable to be as unnerved as my mind insists I should be. I’m wearing a diaper, sucking a pacifier. I’ve taken a bottle. I’m naked except for the bulk between my legs.
I belong to this man. I feel it in my soul. He’s going to protect me always, especially from the wrath of my stepfather, who is surely having a full-fledged tantrum right about now.
I’m surprised when Daddy quickly removes the wet diaper, cleans my folds, and then lifts my limp naked body, settling me on his lap. He takes the pacifier away, putting it on the nightstand, and presses my cheek to his chest.
“I’m so proud of you. I know that was hard. Would you like Daddy to give you panties and a shirt now?”
“Please.” My heart is racing. I wasn’t sure if he intended to keep me diapered all the time or not. He said he would be the one to decide when I needed to be diapered. The idea should make me run from the cabin, but I’m drawn to him in a way that makes me want to obey him.
I don’t want to run anywhere. In fact, I can’t stand the idea of even losing skin-on-skin contact with him. I know my strange bond with him was caused by his bite, but it’s so much more powerful than I could have predicted.
It’s possible the bond is also stronger than Daddy expected. He’s pleased, but he seems slightly stunned every step of the way, as if he’s always been told what to expect but wasn’t able to grasp it.
Daddy carefully sets me on my feet. “Are you steady, Little doll?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He rises and takes my hand before leading me toward the large chest of drawers on one side of his bedroom.
I’m totally naked and not nearly as mortified as I should be. My mind knows this is the weirdest day of my life, but my soul tells me it’s also the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
The top drawer of this dresser is so high that I can’t see in it when he opens it. I’m surprised when he pulls out a pair of panties. They’re pale yellow, and he squats down in front of me. “Hold my shoulders, sweetness.”
I grab onto him and lift one foot at a time, letting him pull the soft cotton up my legs and over my bottom, wincing slightly at the sting of the elastic. “Why do you have panties that fit me?”
He gives me a devious grin. “I have many sizes, Little doll. I couldn’t have known how small or large my mate would turn out to be, but I was prepared for any size.”
When he stands again, he pulls out a matching yellow tank top. “Arms up.”
I lift my hands above my head, giggling as he pulls the soft cotton down my body. It’s tight enough that there is no guessing the size of my breasts, and my nipples are hard points pressing against the front of the soft, stretchy material.
Looking down at myself, I quiver. “Please tell me you’re going to give me more clothes.”
“Nope.”
I jerk my gaze up to his. “But I’ll be cold. It’s chilly outside.”
“We’re not outside, Little doll, and I bumped up the temperature in the cabin to keep you warm. Plus, my core temperature is higher than yours. All you have to do is snuggle up to me, and you’ll be comfortable.”
I cock my head to one side. “So you’re intentionally going to keep me in skimpy clothes so I’ll want to press my body against yours?”
He smirks. “I won’t have to keep you cold for you to want to climb onto my lap, Little doll. The bond will handle that urge. But it will feel nicer if your little body is naked.” He grips my chin and tips my head back. “Don’t argue with Daddy, or I’ll take away the clothes I just gave you. Trust me. I like naked much better.”
I purse my lips.
Daddy chuckles as he takes off his T-shirt before swinging me up into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness. I want to feel the wet gusset of your panties against me.”
My face heats because his proclamation alone makes my pussy leak. He’s so evil.
After carrying me to the kitchen, he pulls out a chair and sits at the table. Daddy lifts me by the hips and turns me to face the open laptop. “Spread your legs wide, Little doll. Straddle my thighs. We’re going to order you some clothes.”
I’m suspended above him, confused and hesitant. “My legs?” My feet are dangling. He’s so strong.
“Yes, sweetness. Spread them open.”
When I part my feet, he settles me on his thighs, keeping me snug against his chest with a hand flattened on my stomach. Well, sort of my stomach. His hand is so large that his thumb is pressed against one of my breasts.