Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Damon inhaled deeply, trying to control his primal urge to take her in every way. He would not. She was far too innocent. He would not rush her and confuse her, but he did want her to know pleasure, and he wanted her to experience what it meant to submit to him.
The purring sounds she was making caused his cock to stiffen painfully. He was wearing far too many clothes. He hadn’t even taken off his suit jacket.
Not wanting to break contact with her, he set his lips on her belly and kissed her while he shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it on the floor. He tugged his tie free next. And finally, he unbuttoned and removed his starched shirt.
After kicking off his shoes, he was left in his T-shirt, dress pants, and socks. He’d love to also remove his pants, but now wasn’t the time.
With one hand on her tummy, he resumed worshiping her nipples, kissing them before flicking his tongue over the tips and finally suckling them. He’d never seen prettier breasts or nipples. They were just the right size to hold in his palm with tiny pink buds that grew tighter every time he touched them.
“I need my hands to see you, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“No you don’t, Baby girl. Not right now. Close your eyes and just feel. Daddy will restrain you every time you’re on this table. It’s for your safety, but also because it heightens your arousal. The cuffs help you submit, Little rebel. And before you argue, you should know that every Alpha Protector restrains his mate like this.”
Damon eased his palm between her breasts. Her heart rate grew more rapid as he explained himself.
After kissing her nipples again, he brought his lips to hers. He hovered a moment before making contact. She tasted so good. He would never get enough of her. He would probably come in his pants as soon as he had his mouth on her pussy. That was coming. He couldn’t wait any longer.
When he broke the kiss, he kept his lips above hers. His hand trailed down to her knees, which were pressed together, bent, and drawn up to her tummy. “Spread your knees for me, Baby girl. As wide as you can.”
Her breath hitched.
“I know you’re embarrassed, but you won’t have secrets from Daddy. I will know every inch of you inside and out in the next few minutes. You crave that. I can smell your arousal. Don’t fight it.”
Her lips trembled as she whimpered. Shaking, she parted her legs.
“That’s a good girl.” He slid his hand down her inner thigh until he could cup her pussy over her panties. His gaze was on her closed eyes. “So wet for Daddy.” He dragged a finger across her folds over the soaked material.
A deep moan escaped Olivia’s lips.
“So needy. You’re so beautiful, Baby girl. I’ve never seen anyone this stunning in my life.” He stroked over the soaked gusset of her panties again, making her arch her chest. “Have you ever touched your pretty pussy like this to bring yourself pleasure?”
Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and for a moment, he thought she might admit she had. She looked horrified.
“I won’t be upset if you have, Olivia. It’s normal for Little girls to feel things and explore their bodies, especially naughty Little girls who sneak out of their houses and get too close to their mates before they’re old enough. I know that had to stir up feelings in you. Even though you might not have seen me well, you inhaled my scent, even from a distance, and heard my voice. I bet your body started aligning with mine from that day forward. Did it, Little one?”
She gasped. “How did you know?”
He chuckled and gave her a quick kiss, still cupping her pussy. “Because the same thing happened to me, Little rebel. It drove me nearly mad waiting another year for you after that encounter. I thought about your sexy little body, the tone of your voice, and the scent of your arousal day and night.”
She started panting, and she nodded.
He didn’t need confirmation that she’d reacted to him, but he wanted to know if she’d gotten herself off because it would affect his actions for the next few minutes.
“Tell Daddy. Did you play with this pussy when you were alone, Little rebel?” The nickname was so fitting, and he loved the way she shivered when he used it. The idea that she was somehow naughty made renewed wetness leak from her against his palm.
“No, Daddy,” she murmured.
He was surprised, but he didn’t think she would fib about something like this. How had she managed to keep her fingers to herself? “No?”
She swallowed. Her lips parted. She had something to say and was struggling to get it out. Finally, she murmured, “My mother found out I’d snuck out to find you that night.”
“She did, huh?” He smiled against her lips, chuckling slightly. He wasn’t surprised by that. “What did she say?” He hoped Olivia hadn’t gotten in too much trouble from her parents.
“She told me it was a very brazen thing to do.”
“And? Did she tell your father? Did they punish you?”
Olivia’s face turned a darker shade of pink as she shook her head. “She didn’t tell my father. She also didn’t discipline me. She told me my punishment would happen on its own because my actions would cause me to feel a very strong pull toward you and make the next year last an eternity.”
Damon chuckled gently. “Your mother is a smart woman. She was right, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, Sir,” Olivia whispered.
Damon pressed his hand more firmly against her pussy. “But you didn’t play with your pussy, Little rebel?” God, he loved her flush.
Her voice was very small as she murmured, “My mother said the other half of my punishment would be controlling the urge to touch myself. She said my pleasure belonged to you and that touching myself would only make the feelings I was experiencing grow and drive me crazy.”
Damon had a great deal of respect for Olivia’s intelligent mother. He wouldn’t have faulted Olivia for succumbing to the urge to masturbate, but he liked the fact that she had refrained. He liked knowing her pleasure was his.
“I’m proud of you, Little rebel. Your mother was right. If you had fingered your little clit, it would have only made you crave the sensation more. I know because I did not heed your mother’s advice. I wrapped my hand around my cock nearly every day, thinking of you. The memory of your scent was like a drug, and I was an addict,” he admitted.
Her lips parted. “You did?” Could her cheeks get any redder?
“Yes, Baby girl.” He slid his middle finger over her clit again. “I’m going to take these panties off and show you what you’ve been craving.”
“Please…”
He moved to the end of the changing table, guided her knees together, and lowered her panties down her legs, baring the last private parts of her to his view.
Her scent was so potent; he was going to come in his pants. It was inevitable, and he didn’t care. Damon guided her knees apart and pressed her thighs wide so he could stare at his mate’s pretty pussy. He eased his hands closer until his thumbs were inches from her folds.
When he pulled her labia apart, his pretty girl gasped. “Daddy…”
“I know, Baby girl. Let Daddy look for a minute. Your curls are so very pretty. I’m going to remove them after I memorize how pretty they are.”
Her breath hitched. “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to put a cream on your pussy that will dissolve the hair and leave your skin bare.”
“Why?” Her voice squeaked.
“It’s our custom, Little rebel, and you will spend a lot of your time diapered now. Your curls would trap moisture and give you a rash.”
She shivered, which didn’t surprise him. He knew what reactions to expect from his mate after speaking with several mated Alphas. She was ignorant of their ways and would continue to be shocked and probably argumentative for a while. “I don’t want to wear a diaper, Daddy,” she mumbled.
He leaned over to kiss her pussy reverently, rubbing his cheek against her wet curls. “You’ll adjust, Baby girl. You’ll learn to enjoy the freedom that comes with wearing a diaper. It won’t seem so strange as you get used to it.”
She shook her head. “I’m not a baby, Daddy.”
“You’re my Baby girl, Olivia. Mine to cherish and protect, mine to spoil and dote on. You will learn to submit to the customs of my people. In fact, you will learn to crave my type of dominance. Soon you will want to obey my directives because the rewards will bring you great pleasure.”
“What rewards?”
He loved how her voice squeaked again, and he couldn’t resist showing her. Now. He’d intended to remove her curls first, but he decided to reward her first. It would be all the more intense knowing she hadn’t let herself experience pleasure at her own hand.
Parting her thighs farther, he lowered his face to her pussy. He hovered above her drenched slit and inhaled deeply until his cock pressed so hard against his zipper that he feared it would push its way out of the waistband of his pants.
It might, and he noted it wouldn’t scare her because she wouldn’t see it. That thought made his dick even harder.
Finally, Damon slid his tongue along his Little girl’s slit, lapping up her juices, allowing himself the first taste of her essence. She was even better than he’d imagined. Sweet and salty. Tangy. He would never get enough of her.
Olivia cried out as her pulse picked up and her chest arched off the table again.
Damon nuzzled her clit before flicking it with his tongue. It was swollen and wet, the skin so smooth. He couldn’t wait to remove her curls so he could see it more directly. But first…
He thrust his tongue into her tight channel and groaned when her pussy strangled him. She would be so very tight around his cock. He would need to stretch her before he could fully consummate their union. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
She didn’t need him to enter her untouched entrance in order to reach her pleasure, though. She was close already. He could scent her growing arousal. It matched his own.
Resuming his efforts, he suckled her little clit.
“Oh! Daddy! Please…” She started squirming so badly he had to grip her thighs tighter. It was normal. He’d known she would fight him this first time. The sensations she was feeling were overwhelming and powerful, the unknown causing her to writhe against him.
Using his thumbs to hold her labia parted, he flicked her clit rapidly until she attempted to lift her hips off the table. Every muscle in her body tensed, and seconds later, she cried out her pleasure as her body gave up the fight.
Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he’d ever experienced, all the more perfect because it was her first. She’d taken her mother’s advice and saved it for him. So precious.
Olivia moaned through the waves of pleasure before panting as she finally relaxed her body against the changing table. It wouldn’t last long. He would give her only a few minutes to recover before he brought her to another climax.
“So beautiful, Little rebel. I’m humbled.” He was also seconds from climaxing himself, and he had no desire to refrain, so he released Olivia with one hand, jerked his button open and his zipper down, and freed his cock from his boxers. It took two strokes to bring himself to a climax so powerful that it jutted against her inner thigh.
Olivia’s eyes went wide. She was still fighting for oxygen as she whispered, “Daddy?”
Finally spent—at least for now—he tucked his cock back into his boxers and drew a finger through his fluids on her inner thigh. “My need was as potent as yours, Little rebel.” He brought his finger to her lips. “Open your mouth so you can taste me.”
She parted her lips and let him slide his finger into her warmth. The Little rebel sucked and licked as if she were eating her last meal. When he removed his finger, she licked her lips. “More, Daddy.”
He couldn’t be more pleased. She was so very perfect. But she was not in charge. “Another time, naughty girl. Daddy is going to clean you up and remove your pretty curls now.”
Damon grabbed a warm cloth from the dispenser, gently smoothed it over her folds, and then wiped away his semen from her leg. He grabbed the tube of lotion that would dissolve her hair next and spread it over her mound. “You need to stay still for a few minutes while the lotion does its job. Can you do that for Daddy, or do you need me to strap your legs open?”
“I can do it, Daddy,” she murmured.
“Good girl.” He cleaned the lotion off his fingers. “Now you have an idea of what Daddy means when I speak about your pleasure.”
“An idea?” she asked, her brow furrowed. “I think I get it pretty well.”
He chuckled. “Little rebel, we haven’t even touched the tip of what your pleasure will be like. That was just a small taste. It will be so much more powerful when I push my fingers into your channel. You will also learn to enjoy having my fingers in your bottom.” He gripped her thighs and steadied her as he spoke, anticipating her shock.
Her eyes went wide. It was fascinating how her face had all the same reactions as a sighted person even though he knew she was only seeing light and shadows.
He stroked her inner thighs with his thumbs. “No part of you will be off-limits to Daddy, Baby girl. Not even your bottom. The orgasm you just had will seem like nothing after you’ve taken my cock inside your body, and even more powerful will be the feeling you’ll get from having my shaft in your bottom.”
She gasped and clenched her bottom cheeks.
Damon reached for another warm cloth and used it to carefully remove the hair from her pussy. The moment her pink folds were bared to him, his cock lurched again in his boxers.
He took his time, making sure all the cream was removed before he lowered his mouth to her folds and nibbled all over her swollen, tender skin.
The whimpers coming from her lips were so precious. Her arousal had only subsided for a few minutes. It was back. Her need was growing. Her folds were wet. He decided not to let her come again right now, though. She needed to learn patience. She needed to learn to obey him.
He grabbed a tube of ointment from the drawer and squeezed a line of it on his fingers. “I’m going to rub a soothing cream on your pussy, Baby girl. It will protect your skin and keep you from getting a rash when you wet your diaper.”
She shook her head. “Don’t want to use a diaper, Daddy.”
“You will, Little rebel. You’ll do it for Daddy. You’ll do it because it pleases me for you to submit to my commands.”
More soft whimpering as he lifted her bottom to slide a diaper under her. As soon as it was fastened, he set his palms on her tummy and slid them up to her breasts. He molded his hands to her soft flesh and toyed with her nipples. “Such a good girl,” he praised.