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 chuckles. “I’m still claiming all your firsts, and, Little love, I intend to make every moment amazing. Back to my command. Even though you haven’t masturbated before now, you’re far more informed, and now you know how good it feels. So the temptation to touch yourself will be right beneath the surface.”
I know he’s right, but I’m not going to nod or say a word because it’s too humiliating.
Daddy slides a hand to the front of my diaper and squeezes the bulky material, bringing my attention to the constant plight between my legs. “Your pleasure is mine now, Little love. I’m not an evil Daddy who will deny you orgasms. On the contrary, I will make you come more times a day than you can fathom. The problem is that it will never seem like enough. As our bond continues to grow, you’ll want more, and the rule is that you may not take your pleasure without my consent. Understood?”
My burning face heats further as I nod.
“Good girl.” He pats the front of my diaper. “Obviously you could tuck your fingers under the front or the sides to get to your pussy, but I’m ordering you not to. When I’m not with you, I’ll sometimes diaper you to make it difficult for you to touch yourself.” He smiles.
His expression softens and then turns more serious, with his eyes narrowed and his mouth in a straight line. “I’m proud of you for being creative and brave and doing whatever it took to avoid being sold into sex slavery, Brea. I mean it. I’m sorry the asshole holding you dumped you bleeding in the woods and left you for dead. You must have been beyond fucking scared.”
I choke up and try to hold my emotions at bay by pursing my lips.
“I’m so fucking glad my brothers found you, and even more grateful that I claimed you. You’re mine, Brea. Mine for the rest of our lives. I will cherish every moment. I haven’t entered you with my cock yet because I want you to be more fully healed and also more emotionally prepared and connected to me before I do so, but once I’ve been inside your body, I suspect the bond we feel now will duplicate to a level we can’t imagine.”
I nod because I’m certain he’s right. I’m not even the shifter in this relationship, and I can sense that bond he talks about growing.
Daddy kisses my forehead and then grabs my bottle from the nightstand. “Please let me feed you, Little love. I want to know that you’re getting enough nutrition.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I agree for two reasons. One is that I already know how good the formula is, and my mouth is watering to taste it again. The second reason is that I want to please him. I like how soothed he is when I obey him.
I accept the nipple and begin to suckle while he rocks me gently against him. His methods make me feel like I’m regressing, but it pleases him for me to obey, and I’m struggling to come up with a reason why I wouldn’t want this powerful lion shifter to take care of me in every way he craves.
When the bottle is empty, Daddy sets it aside and holds up another item. A pacifier. He taps my lips with it.
I accept it and find it oddly calming. I’m pretty sure I sucked a pacifier all of last night, too. In my subconscious mind, I’m aware of seeing one on the bed this morning, but there were far more pressing issues happening at the time. Like the fact that I’d awoken in bed with a stranger.
Daddy gently lowers me to the middle of the bed and slides off the side. “Don’t move, Little love.”
I’m naked except for my diaper, and I curl into a ball, missing his warmth. The man runs so hot that I don’t need clothes or covers when I’m against him. But when he’s gone, I’m chilled.
Daddy turns out the lights and flips on a nightlight. Soon, he’s back in bed. He situates himself near the center, then lifts me and settles me between his legs.
It’s so odd, but this is how I woke up this morning. I frown, confused.
Sitting upright, he arranges me so my cheek rests against his thigh, using him as a pillow. I’m facing his cock. The only thing he’s wearing is his boxers, but they’re doing nothing to hide his stiff erection.
I squirm, feeling strange about lying here like this with my face in his business.
Daddy arranges a blanket over me before he settles on his back, one hand petting my head. “Sleep, Little love.”
I wince slightly as I brush my injured leg against the other, but only because the pointy ends of the stitches poke my skin. It’s shocking how healed the wound is.