Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Amber’s vision was blurry as she tried to make sense out of what just happened.
Her body was limp and sated as Isaac lifted his face from between her legs.
He was no longer holding her down, but his hands were smoothing up and down her inner thighs, making her very much aware that she was splayed open for him.
The only thing covering her was her soaked panties.
“Such a good girl,” he mumbled as he kissed her tummy before nibbling a path up between her breasts. “Give Daddy your mouth, Baby girl.”
She opened for him, gasping as he brought his lips to hers. He wasn’t gentle this time. He kissed her like their lives depended on it. He licked and sucked on her lips and tongue, forcing her to taste herself.
It was heady and left her delirious. She wanted more.
“Daddy…” she moaned when he lifted his head.
“That’s how it will be between us, Little one.
Every time. Only better. Next time I make you come like that, you won’t be wearing your panties.
Next time there will be no barrier. Next time my tongue will thrust into your pretty cunt until you scream even louder.
After you come, I will thrust my cock into you and fully claim you. ”
She moaned, her head rolling back and forth. It was difficult to focus on his naughty words. Her face was hot. Her entire body was on fire. She couldn’t understand why he would make her wait. Why not do those things right now?
Still confused and limp, she let him lift her like a rag doll to sitting.
“Arms up, Baby girl.”
When she obeyed him, he lowered the pretty dress over her head. The material was soft and comforting. She loved how it felt on her. Nothing like the layers of shifts and ridiculously long dresses she’d worn all her life. She felt freer in this dress. Pretty.
Daddy laid her back down before reaching under the hem of the dress to drag her panties off her.
She didn’t mind. She would have let him do anything he wanted.
He was her mate, but more importantly, she found herself wanting him to claim her.
It was unexpected. She’d spent months—years really—worrying about the night her mate would take her virginity.
Now that she was in his home and he’d made her come apart at the seams, she no longer felt the same fear.
What she felt now was desire.
The dress was barely long enough to cover her naked bottom, but Daddy lifted her into his arms and tucked it under her.
She snuggled into his chest as he carried her back to the living room and settled in the armchair. The next thing she knew, he was tapping her lips with the nipple of the bottle.
“You need to eat, Little one. You’ll need the calories to prepare your body for your first shift.”
She opened her mouth for him. It was so strange. She hadn’t taken a bottle since she’d been a baby. Nestled in his arms, she felt like she was a baby all over again. This time, it was different though. This man cherished her.
Somehow she innately recognized Isaac’s need to take care of her.
She reached for his forearm and held on as she sucked. The formula tasted good. It soothed her as it went down. She realized she was ravenous and sucked hard until the bottle was empty.
Feeling restless, she squirmed in his arms until he tapped her lips with another nipple. It wasn’t attached to a bottle, and she stared at him as he stroked her mouth.
“Suckle, Little one. It will help you relax.”
Her heart rate picked up as she parted her lips and let him pop the pacifier into her mouth. It unnerved her, or she thought it should. Grown women didn’t take bottles and suck on pacifiers.
But as he held it in place, she met his gaze and found herself obeying him.
Sucking rhythmically until he smiled his approval.
That smile was everything. Something inside her clicked.
She knew she wanted to see him looking at her like that as often as possible.
All she had to do to earn that look was obey him.
Exhausted, her eyes grew heavy. After a few minutes, Isaac rose. She was marginally aware of him carrying her from the room and roused slightly when he lowered her onto a soft surface.
Her eyes popped open when he lifted her legs and slid something under her. Frowning, she whined as soon as she realized he was diapering her. Soft thick material came up between her legs, and he fastened the protectant barrier at her waist so fast she didn’t have time to protest.
She wasn’t sure she could have been disagreeable anyway. She was too sated and tired. Her mouth was full of the pacifier.
Daddy bent over and kissed her forehead before covering her with a blanket and raising the side of the crib.
Yes, it was a crib. An adult-sized crib.
She’d seen it when he’d brought her in here to pick out a dress.
She’d chosen not to think about it at the time.
But now, she was drifting off to sleep, warm and secure, and… loved.
Amber woke with a start, her eyes bolting open. There were voices in the house. It took her a moment to remember where she was and recognize that one of the voices was Isaac’s. Her Daddy. She thought the other voice belonged to his brother, Rylee’s mate. She hadn’t caught his name yet.
She yanked the pacifier out of her mouth and pushed to sitting before rising up onto her knees to look over the edge of the railing. How was she supposed to lower it?
She needed to pee, badly, but there was no way she was going to do so in a diaper.
Suddenly the door opened, and she lifted her head to see Daddy entering the room. He hurried to her side, lowered the bars, lifted her into his arms, and buried his face in her messy hair.
“I missed you,” he murmured against her neck.
She giggled, her frustration from waking up in a crib with a diaper and a pacifier dissipating. Squirming in his arms, she pushed against him. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Her body dangled as Isaac carried her out of the room, through the master bedroom, and into the bathroom.
“Is someone here?” she asked softly, feeling self-conscious about the fact that her dress had hitched up. If anyone saw her, she would be mortified.
“Not anymore. That was my brother, Hayes. He left when I noticed you were awake.”
“How did you know I was awake?”
“There’s a monitor in the corner of the room, Little one.” He set her on her feet in the huge bathroom and squatted down so he was eye-to-eye with her, his hands on her hips.
“When you’re in your crib, I don’t want you standing, okay? It’s not safe.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
He brushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I won’t force you to use a diaper, Little one, but I would like you to eventually feel comfortable enough to do so. Sometimes you’ll be grateful for the ease and protection.”
“Okay,” she murmured, not believing such a day could ever come.
She shivered as he reached under her dress and removed the diaper, tossing it in the trash. His hands were back on her face seconds later. “I’ll leave you alone, but I need you to know that clock is ticking. I won’t give you much privacy after we’ve consummated our union.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Everything about this relationship was shocking and strange. She knew her parents didn’t have this kind of bond. She also knew it would be foolish to deny him. This was happening. It gave her butterflies, but it also felt right.
Isaac lifted her right arm, turned it over, and planted a chaste kiss to the mark before releasing her and hurrying out of the room. He even shut the door behind him.
Amber was left staring at the mark. It felt like it was pulsing, like it had come alive. Every time he touched it, a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She came more fully alive than she’d ever been.
She also hated that he’d left her alone. The urge to hurry up and get back to him was strong. Even though she couldn’t fathom peeing in front of him, it seemed preferable to him stepping out of the room.
After quickly relieving herself, she washed her hands and rushed over to open the door. A shocked squeak escaped her mouth as she stumbled backward, nearly falling on her naked butt.
Isaac stood in the frame. He’d been there the entire time. Waiting. She wondered if he felt the same need to be close to her. Probably.
Chuckling, he lurched forward, grabbing her around the waist, keeping her from falling. He lifted her off her feet. “Wrap your legs around me, Little one.”
She hadn’t paid attention to what he’d been wearing when she’d first woken up, but now she took note.
He had on a soft, worn, long-sleeved, black cotton T-shirt.
It fit tight across his muscular chest. His jeans were also worn and fit him like a glove.
His feet were bare. Why did that fact make her heart race?
When she obeyed him, she realized she had opened herself up, plastering her naked sex to his T-shirt.
He cupped her bare bottom with one hand and splayed the other on the small of her back. “Good girl.”
A jolt of arousal shot through her every time he said that. She liked pleasing him.
“I know from Rylee that you like to eat real foods, but that doesn’t mean I will always insist upon you sitting and eating.
If you don’t feel like it, you may always have a bottle.
There will also be times when I insist on you taking a bottle for a number of reasons.
Usually because I know you need the nutrition. ”
“Yes, Sir.”
He carried her out to the living room and lowered into the armchair from earlier, keeping her straddling him.
Her face heated as he got comfortable. The only thing she could focus on was the fact that her naked private parts were flush against him, spread open and wet.
Not from using the toilet but from his scent.
Every inhale drove her to need him in ways she only knew about from a clinical explanation of sex.
He gripped her naked bottom under her dress. “Sit still, Little one.”