Chapter Three
Axel
Paisley’s skin turned the prettiest red when she was embarrassed. The coloring was more noticeable because of her pale skin. I bathed her quickly. She fidgeted when I washed her bottom and pussy, but remained still for me. “Such a good girl,” I praised.
She was absolutely beautiful. Small perky tits, thick thighs, and a pussy that was practically begging to be tasted. My cock pushed against my boxers at the sight of her lush body sitting so still for me.
She ducked her head and I felt the corners of my mouth tip up. I loved a bashful baby.
I lifted her from the bath before setting her on her feet and wrapping a large towel around her body.
“Thank you,” she said, giving me the sweetest smile.
“You’re so welcome, darlin’. Taking care of a Little one makes my heart happy,” I answered honestly.
I scooped her up bridal style and carried her through my room, depositing her on the bed. “Okay, baby. We’ve got some options. I have some jammies for you to wear, but I don’t have any panties. I do have some diapers, though. So you can have a naked booty or I can put you in a diaper,” I said as I dried her supple skin.
She twirled a loose curl around her finger and her face scrunched up as she weighed her choices. I found it too damn cute. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed having a Little one underfoot. Maybe I would ask the Littles if they wanted to have slumber parties once a month at Uncle Axel’s house. After the last glitter-bomb fiasco, the other Daddies had banned them.
“I dunno,” she answered, bringing me from my thoughts.
“Do you want Uncle Axel to choose?”
She nodded shyly.
“I choose a diaper. I love a diapered Baby. That’s why we don’t have panties here.”
She nodded again and I rubbed her belly softly. I wondered if she was quiet because she was nervous or if it was because she was in her Little space. I decided I would just watch her carefully for any signs of distress. I knew going non-verbal wasn’t uncommon. “If you get scared, you just say red and I will stop everything, okay? I don’t want any of this to be scary or uncomfortable for you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I picked her naked body up and carried her to the nursery before settling her onto the changing table. “I’m gonna buckle you in. You tell me if anything is pinchy, okay?”
“I promise, Uncle Axel.”
I pulled the harness sides up from each side of the mat, worked each arm through gently, and buckled them across the front of her chest. Grabbing Fancy for her to hold, I lifted the ones that held her thighs up and open and slid her good foot through the ring before adjusting everything to the right length. Using the towel she was wearing to support her ouchie foot, I fastened the clip. “Keep this one nice and still for me,” I ordered before fastening the clip. It buckled similar to a 5 point harness. We’d had it custom made for Junie because of her love for bondage, but judging by Paisley’s pebbled nipples and soft panting, it wouldn’t go unused.
I grabbed a pink diaper from under the changing table and slid it under her while lifting her bottom with one hand.
Settling her back on the table, I rubbed her soft tummy again. “Are you doing okay, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. Her breathing quickened. Her little cunt glistened and her hands were fisted by her sides.
“Everything feel okay?”
She nodded as she squirmed around.
“Why are you so squirmy, Little one?” I knew why, but I wanted her to answer. I was hopeful she would turn even redder.
“I need…” she tried.
“You need what?”
“My… I need…” She stopped rambling and bit her lip.
“Paisley, do you want Uncle Onyx to help you feel good? It’s okay to be excited right now. I am too,” I said, taking pity on her.
“You are?” The look of shock that crossed her face hurt me. What was it with these Little girls not knowing how sexy they were?
“I am. I have been since I saw your pretty little tits and sweet pussy in the bathroom.”
“Oh,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “I meant it when I said you were beautiful. I don’t lie.”
She nodded. Her pupils were dilated and she was so wiggly.
Waiting as she thought about my offer was torture. “Please,” she finally answered.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please help me come.”
My dick twitched against the fabric of my boxers at the idea of watching her reach her sweet release.
“How do you want me to help you? With my fingers or with my mouth?” I asked as I slid my hand up her leg and softly traced her labia.
Her back arched against the restraints at my touch. “B-both?”
“Alright, baby. You let me know if your ankle starts to hurt–you let me know if anything hurts.”
“Yes, Uncle Axel.” she answered as she reached up and rolled her own nipple with her tiny fingers.
The sight was so arousing that I had to squeeze my own cock.
I dipped my fingers in between her folds and slowly traced a path to her clit. It was so hard and swollen under my finger. Swirling my finger around it a few times made her head fall back and her eyes close. I added another finger and continued to make small circles around the small little bundle of nerves. Her honey dripped and I used my free hand to gather some of it before teasing her entrance.
“Can I put my fingers inside you, baby?”
“Mhhhhmm, please,” she hummed. “Two, h-hard, please?”
“Good girl for telling me what you need. I’m so proud of you,” I praised as I slid two fingers inside of her roughly.
“Oh!” she cried out as I worked my thick digits in and out of her tight channel. I soaked in the sight of her naked on the table, legs held open by thick straps, and her pussy swallowing my fingers.
Fuck, I was in trouble.
***
Paisley
I was so aroused. I could hear the evidence of my arousal each time Axel thrust into me. I was already so close. My legs tingled and my tits felt heavy. I didn’t know I would be so excited by being restrained. I’d been sexually active since a young teen, thanks to my desire to belong, but I’d never experimented with bondage… or anything, really.
Axel pulled his fingers from inside me and I cried out.
“Put them back,” I begged.
He chuckled softly and I felt his warm breath fan across my bare skin. That was all the warning I had before his mouth settled over me. He licked a line from my ass up to my clit and I gasped. Oh my. He flattened his tongue as he ran it over my bundle of nerves and I thought I might die at how good it felt.
“Axel,” I moaned.
He brought his fingers back to my channel and slid them inside. I was tighter this time and I knew he’d worked three into my core. My toes curled and the muscles in my thighs jumped. The ball of arousal that was sitting low in my belly grew and grew until I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth fell open and I tossed my head back as the orgasm slammed into me with the force of a linebacker. I couldn’t do anything but let the pleasure consume me.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful, Paisely. Let me have it all, baby. Give me every ounce of your pleasure,” he commanded against my pussy as he continued pumping into me.
“Augh,” I cried out. My body–finally spent–fell slack against the table.
“Oh, thank you, baby. That was fucking beautiful,” he praised as he leaned his weight between my legs and kissed me on the mouth. I tasted myself on his lips and it surprised me. It was sweetly intimate, not gross like I’d always pictured when I read someone doing it in my Daddy books.
“T-thank you,” I panted.
“No, baby. Thank you for the privilege of allowing me to witness you fall apart like that,” he said with a soft smile. He rubbed my belly for a minute before straightening. “Is it okay if I diaper you now?”
I nodded.
“Good girl.” He reached under the table and opened the tab on a new package of baby wipes before taking a few out. “I never canceled our Subscribe-and-Save order from the online store, so I have enough diapers and wipes to last years,” he explained with a chuckle.
I smiled at the thought of him just having random diapers laying around the house. “Why didn’t you cancel them? Was it too hard?”
“At first, it was too hard and then I just kept forgetting. About two years ago, I decided to just keep them. I gave several boxes to Reagan and her Daddies, and then some to Emily. I still have so many, though.” He finished wiping my folds and sealed the diaper. “Do you want footie pajamas or a nightgown?”
“I dunno,” I answered.
He grinned. “You don”t really like making choices do you?”
I shook my head. “Is too hard. What if I make the wrong one?” I lied. It wasn’t that I was worried I would make the wrong choice. I was just tired of making choices. I had made choice after choice to ensure my survival in foster care and the group home. Then, once on my own, every choice held a lot of weight. Now that I was more stable, I avoided choosing anything.
“A lot of submissives feel like you do, that”s why they have a Dom.”
I nodded. Emily had said the same thing.
“How”s your ouchie feeling now, baby?”
I processed his words. “Is a little better.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded.
“Probably all those endorphins your brain just released.”
He winked at me and I laughed. He was kinda silly. I’d never seen this side of him before.
“Probably,” I teased back.
“Do you want a snack or something to drink before I tuck you back in? Elliot said the medicine may make you thirsty.”
“Yes, please.”
“Oh, what pretty manners.”
I felt my skin heat under his praise. Damn it, Paisley. Stop blushing at everything.
He unstrapped me from the table and scooped me back up. “Come on, baby. It is late, let’s get you tucked back into bed.”
“I need to call my boss in the morning. I gotta work this weekend and he’ll be upset if I don’t tell him I got hurt today.”
“Do you like it at Daddies Ink?”
I nodded. I loved my job. The owner was super nice to me and he let me sleep in the loft above the shop when I worked on the weekends, so I didn’t have to commute so far. Strickland was a wonderful town, but it didn’t have any tattoo shops that did piercings as well. I’d struggled to find a job when I first moved here. Waitressing and catering had been my main sources of income until six months ago.
“If you feel like going in, I’ll drive you so it won’t be so much stress on your body. Even casted, your foot will still hurt.”
“No, it’s a long way. I can’t ask you to do that,” I argued.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t ask then, huh?”
My stomach hurt at his offer. I hated for people to try and do nice things for me. I appreciated them, I just hated to feel like someone needed to do something for me. I’d managed on my own for a long time.
My stomach felt heavy at his offer. Accepting help from people was hard when you’d only had yourself to count on.
“No, it’s okay. You’re already taking care of me.”
“Paisley, I want to take care of you. I enjoy it. Let me help you, baby.”
“Really, it’s okay. I usually spend the night in the shop so it’s not such a bad drive.”
He stopped midstep. “You sleep at the shop?”