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)
My face burning, I gently patted his semi-hard member dry, then moved to his thighs and calves. When I finished, I remained on my knees, unsure what to do next.
Jax glanced at his watch, then tapped the screen twice. “Rudy,” he said into it, “come to the master bathroom.”
I heard footsteps approaching moments later, and Rudy appeared in the doorway. His professional demeanor never wavered as he took in the sight of me kneeling naked at Jax’s feet.
“Yes, sir?” he asked, his eyes fixed somewhere above my head.
“Take Little Lulu back to her room,” Jax instructed, reaching for my collar on the shelf. He fastened it around my neck, his fingers lingering at the buckle. “But first, there’s something she needs to understand about tomorrow.”
I looked up at him, confusion and trepidation making my heart race.
“Starting tomorrow, Little Lulu,” Jax said, his voice taking on that businesslike tone again, “you’ll be serving other daddies besides me. It’s an important part of your training.”
My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, forgetting myself completely.
Jax’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing my face up to look at him. “You heard me. You need to learn to please different men, to accept that your body isn’t just for my pleasure anymore.”
“But…” My heart had started to beat wildly. To my shock, Jax looked down at his watch—not as if checking the time or even reading a text, but as if something on the little screen had something important to tell him about… about me.
Jax’s eyes flicked back to me. The smile on his lips widened a little. Somehow, I understood, the watch had told him the way my pussy had clenched at the idea of being shared with other daddies.
“Daddy Rudy,” he said, turning to the bodyguard, “would you please take Little Lulu back to her room?”
CHAPTER 15
Louisa
Sitting on the toilet, looking up at Rudy—Daddy Rudy—I tried desperately to think through what Jax had said, and how it related to the strange things going on inside my mind and my heart. Above all, I tried to figure out whether it had any effect on the resolution I had made, inside myself, to escape no matter what it took.
The news that my daddy would share me with other daddies, and that those daddies included the quiet, enormous bodyguard currently watching me pee as if I were four years old, surely only made escape more important. Right?
Right?
Right, I told myself. The rest of it—the humiliating clench, the helpless fascination—didn’t matter at all compared to the idea of rescuing myself from whatever-the-fuck this life with Jax involved, and whatever it might become if I stayed.
If I’m forced to stay. It wasn’t a choice—I didn’t have a say in it. I would escape, or I would remain a captive, used by my daddy and, it seemed, any other ‘daddies’ he decided to lend me to.
As Rudy helped me up from the toilet, I knew what I had to do. I had to keep playing this role, keep pretending to accept it all, until I could find my chance to run. I winced as I stood, my bottom still tender from Jax’s belt and the invasion that followed.
“Does it hurt, Miss Louisa?” Rudy asked, his professional demeanor softening slightly.
I nodded, letting my lower lip tremble. “Yes… Daddy Rudy,” I whispered, testing the new title to see his reaction.
Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, followed by unmistakable hunger. His massive hands seemed so gentle as he guided me to my bed, where he’d already laid out a fresh diaper and my pink nightgown.
“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice deeper than usual. “I need to check if you need cream after what your daddy did to you.”
I obeyed, lying back on the childish bedspread, legs spread as he’d already positioned me many times before. But now there was something different in the air between us—an acknowledgment of what Jax had promised him.
Rudy’s fingers probed gently between my legs, assessing the tender flesh. “Your daddy was rough with you,” he observed, reaching for a jar of soothing cream on the nightstand.
“Yes, Daddy Rudy,” I said again, watching his pupils dilate at the childish title. “He… he put his big thing in my bottom.”
His breath caught slightly. “I know, little one. I’m going to make it feel better.”
As his thick finger, coated with cool cream, circled my sore opening, I couldn’t stop the involuntary clench of arousal that shot through me. The idea that this man—this huge, powerful man who had watched me exercise naked, who had bathed me and diapered me—would soon be using me the way Jax had seemed unconscionable, at the level of my rational mind. And yet my body responded with undeniable heat.
“Pretty little pussy,” Rudy murmured, his finger sliding from my bottom to drift over my bare lips. “I’m looking forward to having my own cock here, like your daddy says I can do tomorrow.”