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)
Daddy’s hand moves to my cheek, and he lifts my face. “That’s enough, Little doll.”
I gasp. “Daddy…”
He smiles. “It’s time to take your bottle. I’ll teach you how to please me another time, sweetness.”
“But…” I whine.
He chuckles. “So eager.” He leans forward to grab me around the waist and turns me so I’m sitting sideways between his thighs. His erection is pressed against my hip. I want to taste it again, but I don’t argue. I don’t think Daddy is going to respond well to me whining, but I also recognize that I’m in a safe place where I can protest any way I want for the first time in years.
I didn’t dare argue with my stepfather, nor did I disobey him. Every time I even hesitated, he backhanded me. But Orion is not Vincent. He’s my mate. He adores me even if a higher power is forcing him to want me. He won’t ever hit me in anger. He has promised me so, and I believe him.
Daddy angles me so I’m reclining in the crook of his arm, and he taps my mouth with the bottle.
Parting my lips, I take in the nipple. The moment I start sucking, I remember how good the formula tastes. Why would I bother to eat solid foods when I can sit on Daddy’s lap and take a bottle instead?
It’s so intimate. I feel special. Cherished. Loved.
Daddy smiles at me the entire time I suck, stroking my cheek and my bicep. When the bottle is all gone, he sets it aside and turns me so I’m on my back between his legs, my feet dangling over his thick muscles at his hips.
He leans toward the nightstand again and then holds up a diaper, a tube of ointment, and a package of wipes.
My body tenses. “Can’t I just use the potty, Daddy?”
“Yes. At times. What did I say about arguing with me about diapers?”
I wince. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“At night, you’ll wear a diaper. I’ll always put you to bed after a full bottle. It will help you learn to wet yourself several times in your sleep. Lion shifters practice a custom called nesting with our mates. You will sleep nestled between my legs, using my thigh as a pillow. You will rest deeply, inhaling my scent. In time, you will learn to ignore your bladder and fully relax your body. You won’t even realize it when you pee yourself in the night.”
I grab Daddy’s knees. “I don’t want to wet myself in the night. It’s icky.”
“You’ll learn to enjoy it, Little doll.”
I scrunch up my nose. Enjoy it?
“It’s freeing. Trust me.”
“You’re not the one wearing a diaper,” I grumble.
His chuckle rumbles through the room. “I’m also not the sassy Little girl who’s about to get her pussy spanked. Do you want to continue arguing?” He lifts a brow. He’s still smiling.
“No, Daddy,” I say contritely.
He slides a hand under my waist to lift me a few inches so he can spread the diaper out beneath my bottom. Next, he opens the tube of ointment. “I’m going to rub this into your pussy and bottom to protect your skin, Little doll.”
The moment his finger touches my clit, I moan. It seems like it feels better every time he so much as grazes my sensitive skin. He has to press down on my pelvis to keep me from bucking my hips as he spreads a generous amount of the ointment on my folds.
When he’s finished, he slides his fingers lower and rubs the slick substance against my rear hole.
I clench. “Daddy…”
“No part of you will be off limits to Daddy, Little doll.” He presses a finger against my hole.
“No, Daddy!” I blurt out, reaching to shove at his forearm. “That’s gross.”
“Your bottom is a natural part of your body, Little doll.” He ignores both my verbal and physical attempts to stop him and slides his finger into my bottom.
I dig my fingers into his arm. “Daddy…” I whine.
“Don’t fight it, sweetness,” he says softly, easing his finger in and out of my forbidden hole. “Let it feel good. In a few days, you’ll get used to me breaching your bottom and learn to look forward to it. There are millions of nerve endings inside your rectum. You’ll find it enjoyable for me to stroke them.”
I roll my head back and forth. “No… I won’t. Yucky.” But he doesn’t stop. His finger presses in deeper, and he’s still holding me down, so I can’t stop him.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to ignore the sensation. It’s not supposed to feel good. The inside of my bottom is not for touching. It’s a private hole for pooping only.
But Daddy won’t stop, and my pussy is getting wet. It’s not from him touching inside my tight hole. It’s not. Is it?
“I can smell your cream, Little doll.”