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)
“Daddy!”
I give her sore bottom a hard swat. “Behave.”
She squirms in my embrace, but she’s no match, and seconds later, I drop her on the bed. I’ve already prepared a bottle, and I set a palm on her torso to keep her from wiggling out of my reach while I grab a diaper.
“Daddy, no. I’m serious. I don’t want to wear a diaper.”
She’s never going to win in a battle of strength or will against me. I lift her legs high enough to cause her bottom to rise and slide the absorbent material under her. Brea continues to squirm, trying futilely to escape me.
“Lie still, naughty girl. Let me put some ointment on your pussy to protect your skin.”
She shakes her head back and forth wildly, shoving at my firm hand on her tummy. “No, Daddy, please. It’s humiliating. I don’t want to pee in a diaper. I want to use the bathroom.”
I’m not the least bit phased by her little tantrum. I’m also not surprised. I suspect a lot of new mates balk at the idea of using a diaper. It’s not something human females are used to wearing. But she needs to learn that I’m in charge. I decide when to expect this level of submission.
Keeping one hand on her tummy, I settle my other palm against her pussy and press firmly so her clit is beyond aware of my intimate contact.
She gasps, her torso arching off the mattress as she tries to shove at my second hand, too. “Daddy…” she whines.
I grind my palm against her pussy.
Brea bucks and purrs. “You’re not playing fair.” She pants.
“I’ll never play fair if by that you mean letting you have your way after you have a tantrum.”
She gasps and glares at me, her hands still on mine, shoving hard. “I’m not having a tantrum. I’m pissed. You can’t order me to pee myself. It’s gross.”
I ease my hand lower so I can slip my middle finger into her channel. Fuck, she’s tight. It’s shocking how narrow she is after she worked so hard to stretch out her cunt. It must have been incredibly tight before last week.
I fuck in and out of her with that finger, driving her out of her mind. Eventually, I add a second finger even though the stretch is almost too much for her to handle. I fingered her earlier after her spanking, but she’s so tight it’s going to take more than a few fingerings to prepare her for my cock.
“Daddy…” She’s moaning now. The protesting is over. She even drops her hands to her sides and spreads her knees wider, letting me have full access to her pussy.
“That’s it, Little love. Stop fighting Daddy.” I jerk to a halt, leaving my fingers buried in her tight warmth.
She’s panting as her eyes pop wide. “Daddy…” Now there is desperation in her voice.
“Are you going to behave?”
She gasps, her pretty mouth dropping open. “Are you using sex to blackmail me?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes widen further. “If I don’t agree to wear a diaper, you’re not going to let me come?”
I lift a brow. “You’re also going to take a bottle before you go to sleep.”
She groans. “Why?”
“Because I’m certain you haven’t been eating well, and you need the nutrition.”
Brea tries her best to wiggle against my hand, but I don’t allow her the contact she craves. Yes, I’m using sex as a bargaining tool. I’m not ashamed to admit it.
“Navin…” Her voice is high-pitched and filled with frustration.
I curl my fingers inside her so they rub just slightly against her G-spot.
Brea fists her hands at her sides and bucks her hips futilely. “Oh…God…”
I like the sound of that.
“Daddy…” Her voice is far more submissive now. “Please…”
I stroke my fingers along the top of her channel again.
She moans loudly and arches her neck. “You’re so mean.”
I chuckle and gently brush that sensitive spot again.
The sound that comes from her next is more of a growl. “Fine. I’ll wear a diaper and take a bottle. Just let me come.”
The moment I flatten my palm against her clit and thrust my fingers deeper, my girl comes. She comes so hard and so violently that I have to hold her body down to keep her from bucking clear off the bed.
Chapter Eleven
Brea
“I can’t believe I let you blackmail me,” I complain as Daddy fastens a diaper around me.
He’s grinning.
Meanie.
When he’s done, he leans over and kisses me briefly. “Diapering your sweet bottom isn’t something I’m doing strictly to force you to wet yourself, Little love. It serves another purpose.”
“What’s that?” I ask skeptically. He’s so devious.
He pats my pussy over the bulk. “It will keep you from masturbating.”
I gasp. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.” He taps my nose. “I don’t want you playing with your pussy. Now that you’ve discovered how good it feels, I don’t want you getting any big ideas and thinking it’s okay to stick your hand or any other object between your legs so you can make yourself come.”