Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
The air has shifted in the room as I open my mouth and let Daddy feed me. He hasn’t changed. I have. He’s given me a lot to think about. My nipples are still hard points, craving attention. I suspect he gave me that small taste of what it will be like between us so I’ll know.
It worked. I get it. His simple touch over my shirt was enough to show me that we will be explosive between the sheets. When I’m ready.
I’ve had sex before. I’m not a virgin. But I’ve never had good sex or meaningful sex. I’ve never been in love. I don’t even know what love is.
I’m oddly calmer now that Daddy has laid down the law. It’s easier to let go of my apartment because he didn’t ask. He took over. He’ll get me out of my lease without even consulting with me. It would be foolish to even try to suggest I’ll pay him back.
Daddy isn’t asking me for money. He hasn’t mentioned my joblessness a single time. He doesn’t care that I don’t have work or prospects. He wants me to be happy and healthy.
It will be hard for me to let someone else take care of me in that way. Daddy will take care of me in every way, but the financial part is the hardest. I’ve scraped by and been independent from the moment I could get a job.
A weight has lifted. I have nothing to lose. I was going to lose my apartment anyway. Now I have a place to stay and less urgency to get a job. I have a man who cares about me and wants to help me.
I can do that much. I can let him take care of me while I sort through my feelings. It’s not as though anyone ever did anything to me to cause me to have trust issues. Except maybe my mother… Maybe. But I never knew her, so I never thought about her abandonment.
I think I’m just naturally careful and hesitant to believe anyone would ever truly be on my side, in my court.
I’m starving now that we’ve gotten all that business taken care of, and I scarf down my food as fast as Daddy will feed it to me. He releases my hands and lets me hold a sippy cup of formula while he cleans the kitchen. It doesn’t taste as good as it does when he feeds me.
“Bath time,” he declares when he releases me from the booster seat. He swings me up into the air as though I weigh nothing and settles me on his hip. “Did you know I have the best bathtub in the world in my bathroom?”
I shake my head, glad that it no longer hurts to do so. “No, Daddy.”
“You’re about to have the most luxurious bath of your life. Prepare to be dazzled,” he teases.
Sure enough, when we enter his bathroom and he sets me down, I gasp. He has a huge whirlpool tub with jets all the way around. I look up at him. “Do you have bubbles?”
He staggers backward, his hand over his chest. “What sort of a Daddy would I be if I didn’t have bubbles?”
I giggle as he turns on the water and puts the stopper in the bottom. “Are you going to get in with me?” I ask. I kind of wish he would.
“Yep.”
My breath hitches, and excitement floods my system.
He turns to tap my nose and chuckles. “But not today. After my cock has been inside your body, I’ll climb in with you.”
I sigh. He’s good. He’s really good. He’s going to use sex as a means of getting me to hurry up and agree to be his forever.
He tickles me under the ribs, and I giggle. As the tub fills, he pulls my shirt over my head and bends down to remove my panties. It barely bothers me that I’m naked. In fact I like the way he looks at me longingly from head to toe and back up while testing the water with one hand.
He smiles and licks his lips, teasing me with his eyes and his mouth. Now who’s naughty?
I shriek when he suddenly lifts me off my feet to deposit me in the water. “On your bottom, Baby girl.” He adds bubbles to the stream of water, causing the tub to fill with the fragrant scent of… blue .
I’m so tickled I start laughing and can’t stop. “Where did you find blue-flavored bubbles?”
He scrunches up his face as if he’s confused. “I’m telling you blue isn’t a flavor, and how could bubbles have a flavor? You can’t eat them,” he teases.
I keep giggling when he dumps a bucket of toys into the water. So many toys I can’t even process all of them as they bob up and down under the bubbles. I don’t remember ever having bath toys. My father probably didn’t think of it.
When the tub is full enough for Daddy’s satisfaction, he turns off the water and grabs the empty bucket. He fills it and reaches up high to pour it over my head. It splashes on the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care that the entire bathroom and his clothes get wet.
He’s pleased. He’s more relaxed today than I’ve seen him. He washes my hair with blue-scented shampoo and then puts blue conditioner in it. I didn’t even know they made so many things in blue flavor.
I try to focus on my toys, but it’s hard while he washes my body with a washcloth, and it’s especially hard when he runs the cloth over my boobies and between my legs.
He’s back to mostly clinical, though. His touch isn’t sexual. Well, it is for me, but he doesn’t linger. When he’s done, he pulls a stool out from under the vanity and sits on it, watching me play.
I try to stack as many floating blocks as I can until the waves from my movements cause the pile to topple. He waits until I’m shivering before he reaches in to pull the plug. “Time to get out, Little one, before you turn into a prune.”
I’m no longer feeling modest while he dries me. I watch his face the entire time, but there’s no need to worry. He can’t hide how much he enjoys my body. His lips purse as he stares at my breasts, and he’s breathing heavily when I spread my legs so he can dry my pussy.
After checking my elbows and the scrapes on my bottom, he grabs a comb and carefully works through the tangles in my hair.
“I’ve never seen hair quite this pale before,” he says as he holds the strands.
“It’s rare. People always think it’s fake, but it’s not.”
He chuckles low and deep.
I twist to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“How many men know for sure this hair is not fake?” As he asks, he slides a palm down my front, bending until he can pat my bare pussy.
It takes me a second to realize what he means, and then I start giggling yet again. I’ve never laughed this much in one day, and it’s not even noon.
Daddy kisses behind my ear. “How many men, Baby girl?”
Oh, he was serious. “Uhhh…” I pretend to count on my fingers, thinking hard as I flip them out in front of me, one at a time. When I switch back to the first hand, implying I’ve moved into double digits, I can no longer keep from laughing. The look on his face is comical.
I turn around and jump into his arms, wrapping my naked body around his. I set my hands on his cheeks and look him in the eyes. “I assume several people at the Dungeon have caught a glimpse of my pussy while someone was spanking me. Besides that, I’ve had sex with three men. None of them actually saw my pussy.”
His eyes widen as he palms my naked bottom. “How is that possible?”
I shrug. “Easy. Dark, clumsy, under the sheets… Do you want to know something else?” I’m going to boost his ego out of this stratosphere.
“What, Baby girl?” He walks with me out of the bathroom.
“The most aroused I’ve ever been in my life was two hours ago when you strapped me down and played with my nipples before breakfast.”
Daddy stops moving. His eyebrows lift into his hairline, and his cock swells against my naked pussy.
I grind myself against him because I can’t not do so. Then I tip my head back and moan. “Nope. I was wrong.”
His breathing is ragged. “How so?” His voice is deep and low.
“ This is the most aroused I’ve ever been.” I wiggle my pussy against his cock again. I’m not playing fair, but I can’t help it. I’ve never actually wanted to have sex with anyone as badly as I’d like to have Daddy inside me.
Daddy groans as he continues through the bedroom, down the hall, and into my nursery. He lays me on my back on the changing table and says nothing as he pulls a strap across my waist.
I start panting because that’s what happens when Daddy straps me down.
My mouth falls open when he lifts my arms over my head and cuffs my wrists to the end of the table. I shiver. I’m naked, but I’m not cold. I’m so turned on I’m going to hyperventilate.
My breath hitches as Daddy bends my knees and parts my legs wide. Cool air makes my nipples pucker as Daddy slides his palms down my inner thighs until he reaches my pussy. He doesn’t touch me at first, though. He simply looks at me.
I tremble as I watch him.
His expression is reverent as he parts my folds, exposing me further. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Layla.” This is not his Daddy voice. This is the voice he will use when he takes me to his bed.
I’m so turned on I could practically beg him to do so right now. I can’t, though. He was serious when he told me I needed to be certain about us before I ask him to enter my body.
“I want to kiss your pussy, Baby girl,” he breathes out.
I tremble. “Please, Daddy.” I want that, too. I want it more than my next breath.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” he asks.
“Only me.”
He groans as if this drives him crazy. “How, Little one? What do you do when you masturbate? Do you use your hands? Do you need a toy? A vibrator? A bullet? A butterfly?”
“I have a rabbit in my apartment,” I admit softly.
“Mmm.” He bends forward and kisses my pelvis, not touching me where I need contact the most. “From now on, your orgasms are mine, Baby girl.”
I suck in a breath. He doesn’t really need to tell me that. My orgasms were already his.
He parts my folds and slowly strokes the smooth skin. “No more vibrators, Little one. No fingers, either. Keep your hands away from your pussy, understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” My voice catches. It’s hard to focus with him teasing my shaved mons.
He drags a finger through my wetness at the entrance to my pussy and then lifts it to his mouth and sucks it. He moans as if I’m the sweetest flavor he’s ever had.
I arch and buck to no avail. I need more. I need him to suck me. I’ve never craved something like that before, nor has anyone suggested it, but suddenly I think I might expire if he doesn’t wrap his lips around my pussy.
He slowly lowers his head until he can reach my clit with his tongue, and he flicks the swollen nub, making me cry out. Thank goodness Daddy’s neighbors are all far enough away they can’t hear me. I don’t have any idea if I would scream during sex, but I’m betting I will when the sex is as good as it’s going to be with Daddy.
Holding my thighs, he suddenly sucks my pussy—my folds and my clit—at the same time.
I writhe beneath him, but there’s no budging from Daddy’s grip when he’s determined. He thrusts his tongue into my channel next, making my eyes roll back. “Oh…God…” I cry out.
My body stiffens, and I stop breathing right before the best orgasm of my life makes my entire body shake from head to toe.
Daddy keeps suckling me until I wince from sensitivity.
I’m gasping for oxygen, my chest rising and falling, my legs shaking.
Daddy wipes his lips on his sleeve and looks at me. “Fuck, you make me forget myself, Layla.”
I give him a slow smile, blushing.
His hands are trembling as he opens the diaper cream and rubs it into my swollen sensitive folds. I’ve affected him. It’s heady.
“You’ll wear a diaper this morning, Baby girl. If you’re good and keep it wet for me, I won’t put the naughty-girl gel in your pee-pee hole.” He lifts a brow as he puts a diaper under my hips and secures it around me.
A part of me wants to ask him if I can please wear panties, but I don’t think it’s prudent to argue with him. I doubt it will ever be the best plan. I should just be grateful when he gives me panties and graciously accept it when he diapers me.
When he’s done, he unfastens me from the table and stands me on my feet, taking my hand next to lead me to the closet. It’s filled with pretty dresses that take my breath away. Daddy chooses one. “Arms up.”
I lift my arms and let him lower the simple cotton dress over my head. It’s pink T-shirt material, and when he squats down in front of me to reach between my legs, I realize the dress is more like a onesie.
Daddy snaps the crotch together and then flips the skirt around with his fingers. “I love this one.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love it, too, Daddy.”