Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You won’t hide your body from me, Little love. Never. Spread your knees wide so I can clean your little pussy.”
I shake my head, determined not to endure such scrutiny. Pussies are not attractive. They’re ugly. I don’t want him to clean me. “I can clean up myself, Daddy.” I add that last part, hoping to appeal to him by obeying his previous mandate. “If you’ll show me where the bathroom is—”
“No, Little love.” His voice is firm but oddly calm at the same time. “You need to get over your modesty. You also need to accept the fact that you won’t have permission to wander into another room without me for any reason. Especially for the first few weeks. The bond will continue to grow, and while that’s happening, you won’t even pee without me next to you.”
I gasp. “You want to watch me pee?”
He shrugs. “Either that or you may wear a diaper.”
I stare at him.
“I know the concept of being diapered is foreign to you. I’m well aware that humans do not diaper their mates. It will be the most challenging aspect of your new reality. I won’t force you to be diapered all the time, but I will expect you to accept my decisions.”
I’m trembling as I lick my lips.
“You will challenge me at first, Little love. It’s expected. I won’t pressure you to wet yourself this morning. I also don’t think you’re ready for me to spank you. Soon. Perhaps even today. But not this morning. You’ve just awakened from what was nearly a coma. I won’t add to your distress by flipping you over and taking a palm to your bottom.”
I gasp. He never stops shocking me. All this talk of spanking and diapers is mindboggling. “Please may I use the bathroom, Daddy?”
“Yes, but you will let me clean you up right now. Spread your pretty legs for me.”
This is not a battle I’m going to win, and I’m not sure why I’m digging my heels in on it. He’s seen my pussy already. I suspect this isn’t the first time he’s removed a diaper from me. I obviously didn’t go twenty-four hours without wetting myself.
Being brave, I open my knees.
“Good girl.”
At the sound of his praise, I purse my lips to keep from moaning. My arousal shoots through the roof. Perhaps it’s a combination of factors. For one thing, the lust in his eyes as he looks at my pussy makes my heart race. For another thing, his gentle words of praise endear me to him. And lastly, in a shocking twist, I find myself horny just from the act of exposing myself.
Something is off, though. The air feels too close to my pussy, and I lift my head to look down. I gasp when I realize the hair is gone from my folds. I jerk my gaze to Navin. “You…” The rest of the words dry up in my mouth. I can’t say them out loud. I’m mortified, and my face is hot.
Navin gently touches my bald pussy. “I shaved you, Little love,” he says reverently. “I didn’t want moisture to get trapped against your body while you were diapered. I’ll shave you every few days, Brea.”
I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if I’m mad or not. I want to be angry. How horribly invasive. He shaved me while I was unconscious. He also bit me and apparently forced me to belong to him.
I’m pissed, but at the same time, any feelings of frustration are tamped down by an odd arousal that won’t abate.
I watch Navin closely as he uses a soft wet cloth to clean my folds. Every stroke makes me hornier. No one has ever touched me like this. Except me. My fingers are the only ones that have been on my pussy until this morning. And my own touch didn’t cause me to feel the way he makes me feel. In fact, I never even touched myself until a few days ago. It wasn’t sexy. I didn’t do it because I was aroused or wanted to be. I did it in the hopes it would save me from a fate worse than death. And it worked. Mitchel chose to kill me for my actions.
My breath hitches when Navin lifts the hood off my clit, exposing it as if it’s an important part of this cleaning routine. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
My mouth pops open, though, when he sets the washcloth aside and drags a finger between my folds, gathering my arousal before circling my clit. “Daddy…” The one word comes out like a moan. It is a moan. I’m so turned on that my eyes roll back.
Daddy suddenly grabs my wrists, flattens my hands against my knees, and presses me open wider. The act makes my wound feel tighter, but it doesn’t hurt. Before I can process his intention, his mouth is on my pussy.