Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“I can hear those wheels turning,” Jax murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. “What are you thinking about, Little Lulu?”
I couldn’t tell him the truth—that I was horrified by how much I’d enjoyed my own degradation. That would reveal too much, make me even more vulnerable. Instead, I chose a half-truth.
“I don’t understand why this is happening,” I whispered. “Why me? Why did you… you know… buy me?”
Jax shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His gray eyes were unreadable as they studied my face.
“Because you need this,” he said simply. “Because beneath all that defiance and bad behavior is a little girl who’s desperate for structure and discipline. For someone to take control and show her who she really is.”
I shook my head, refusing to accept his assessment. “That’s bullshit. You don’t know anything about me.”
His hand shot out, gripping my chin firmly. “Language, young lady. Do you want another session with the belt so soon?”
Fear and shameful anticipation fluttered in my stomach. “No, Daddy,” I whispered, hating how easily the title came to my lips now.
“Good girl,” he praised, releasing my chin to stroke my cheek. “And I know far more about you than you think, Little Lulu. I know about your full scholarship. I know about your 3.9 GPA before everything fell apart last semester. I know about your parents in Michigan who haven’t heard from you in months.”
A chill ran through me. “How could you possibly—”
“I know you started selling for Charlie after that party in December where you took too much molly and woke up with no memory of what happened.” His voice remained calm, matter-of-fact, as he listed off details of my life that no stranger should know. “I know you’ve been spiraling ever since, making increasingly self-destructive choices.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Stop it,” I pleaded.
“I know you hate yourself for what you’ve become,” he continued, his voice softening. “And that’s why you’re here, Little Lulu. To be saved from yourself.”
A sob escaped me before I could stop it. His words cut too close to the truth, exposing the raw guilt I’d been trying to bury beneath layers of defiance and bad decisions.
“Shh,” Jax soothed, pulling me against his chest. “It’s okay. You’ve been a very bad girl, but we’re going to get you back on track.”
Jax gently stroked my hair, then suddenly sat up. “Apartment: send Mateo to the master bedroom,” he called out to the empty air.
My body tensed. “What are you doing?” I asked, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover myself.
“Time for you to see your own room,” Jax replied casually, as if summoning his bodyguard while I lay naked in his bed was perfectly normal.
Before I could protest, the bedroom door opened and Mateo walked in without hesitation. To my absolute mortification, he didn’t even blink at finding me naked beside his boss, just stood at attention waiting for instructions.
“Mateo,” Jax said, rising from the bed without any modesty, “show Little Lulu to her room and explain the house rules.” He gestured toward me dismissively. “She hasn’t earned her panties yet, so diaper her when you get her there.”
My mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered, clutching the sheet tighter.
Jax’s expression hardened. “I’m always serious about my little girl’s care. Mateo is fully trained to assist with your needs when Daddy is busy.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Be good for him. I have work to do.”
Blushing like the sun, I followed Mateo down the hall, my nakedness making my face burn as hot as my ass felt from Jax’s horrible belt. He led me to a small room that made my stomach drop—it was decorated like a little girl’s bedroom, with pale pink walls and white furniture. A twin bed with a ruffled comforter dominated one corner.
“This is your room, miss,” Mateo said professionally. “The bathroom is through that door.”
He pointed to a connecting door, then asked without any change in tone, “Do you need to use the facilities?”
My bladder did feel uncomfortably full after the pounding Jax had given me, but I felt reluctant to admit this to Mateo. The thought of using the bathroom with him watching was too humiliating to contemplate.
“Um, I’m fine,” I lied, shifting my weight uncomfortably.
Mateo’s expression remained neutral. “One of the most important rules you need to learn is that until you’ve earned more privileges, you must ask permission to use the toilet. Either Mr. Walton or one of the security staff will always supervise you.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
“Very serious,” he replied. “Bathroom privileges are earned through good behavior. For now, you must be supervised at all times.”
I bit my lip, the pressure in my bladder becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. The humiliation of asking was overwhelming, but the alternative—having an accident in my diaper—would be worse in every way.