16. Chapter Sixteen
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MAYLEE
S he nodded vigorously, and he grinned and gently placed his hand on her inner thigh. With a featherlike touch, he slowly brought his hand up.
“Please,” she begged.
Maylee didn’t know if Daddy knew how turned on he made her. Feeling his fingers touch her pussy and shave her—pure torture. She wanted to beg him to take her and move her legs, but Daddy told her to stay still.
She didn’t want to disobey him. Not when he told her if she stayed still, he would reward her. Who didn’t want a reward?
“You were such a good girl for me. Come whenever you want,” he said.
He slowly ran his fingers through her folds, sending electrical shocks through her body. She moaned and arched her back. “Please,” she begged. “Touch me. Please.”
“Tell Sir what you want done.”
She opened her mouth but quickly closed it. Was she going to be able to tell him without shying away or getting turned off?
“You can do it. Tell Sir,” he encouraged her.
“I”—she took a deep breath—“I want your fingers in me!”
“Such a good girl.”
He trailed his fingers back through her folds and gently eased one inside her. She closed her eyes, and he pulled it out before ramming it back in there.
“Please.”
Ezra gently pushed a second finger inside her. She arched her back arched as he continued his rhythm.
“Such a good girl. So close.”
Right as her eyes opened, Sir started to rub her clit.
“Ooohhh!” she yelled. “Sir!”
The pleasure coursing through her body was building up, and she was close. With every thrust of his fingers and movement on her clit, the more the pleasure rose inside of her.
“Sir, I’m—” she started to say.
“Come!” he commanded.
He pinched her clit right as she came, sending her even further over the edge. As she screamed in pleasure, he continued to move his hand inside her.
She whimpered as she became sensitive down there.
“Daddy is going to clean you up and then place a diaper on you. Then we can go do something else,” he said.
She turned her head and watched as he slowly started to clean her up. He took his time, gentle the entire time.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
There was no way she was going back now. He had given her pleasure, she was calling him Daddy, and everything simply felt right. But it wasn’t going to last. He had moved on, but maybe she should say something.
Maybe he did feel the same way about her. Why would he do all of this when there were other Daddies at the club and at his workplace? He could have suggested this to her but told her it would be with another Daddy.
But he picked himself.
He wanted her to call him Daddy.
He wanted to give her pleasure.
So maybe she was wrong about him moving on, and he hadn’t yet. Maybe she still had a chance for her happily ever after.
“All done, and in your diaper,” Daddy said. “Now, do you want a bottle or sippy cup?”
“Bottle,” she replied.
She wasn’t afraid to ask for the bottle now. She wanted it again.
“Do you want to color after the bottle, or do you want to watch a movie?”
He was giving her too many options. She didn’t want to have to decide.
“Lee? Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to make decisions. I make them all day long, and I just don’t know what I want!”
She was starting to get emotional, and sooner or later she was going to cry. Maylee didn’t want to cry right now, not when she just had an amazing orgasm and was about to get a bottle while in Daddy’s arms.
“You’re okay,” Daddy said, gently .
He unstrapped her and quickly picked her up. She nuzzled her head in his neck as he held her close to his body.
“Everything is going to be okay. If you don’t want to make decisions, then I can. I promise every decision I make is in the best interest for you.”
She nodded. It sounded like heaven not to have to decide anything. To let someone else worry about it so she could relax.
“All right. Daddy is making decisions from now on. You are still able to say your safeword if you need to.”
Daddy started to walk, and with each step the diaper rubbed against her pussy. The light rub was turning her on. She whined and closed her legs around him tighter.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
He placed her on the couch, and she wiggled, trying to get movement. She didn’t think she would be able to come again, but the pleasure felt so good.
“Ah. No wiggling to get the diaper to rub against you. Naughty girl,” Daddy said. “This weekend your pleasure is mine. If you want to come, you ask me.”
She widened her eyes at what he said. Was he for real?
“Yes, Lee. I’m serious. If you want pleasure, you ask me. If I find out you touched yourself, you’ll be in trouble. Any and all pleasure is mine this weekend. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Words.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It was going to be so hard not to touch herself. Especially when she was going to be in diapers all weekend long. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be this bad the next time he changed her .
“Daddy is going to get your bottle real quick. Just relax on the couch.”
She was lying down and trying her hardest not to wiggle her bottom to get pleasure. He’d told her no unless she asked, and she didn’t want to get into trouble. Not when she knew she wouldn’t be getting any pleasure if she did.
“Such a good girl for Daddy.”
He sat down and moved her so she was lying half on top of him. Her head was on his shoulder, and he gave her the bottle. She sucked on it, relaxing as the chocolate milk filled her mouth.
“After you finish your bottle, you’re going to have tummy time while we watch a short cartoon. Then we’re going to bed,” Daddy said.
She looked askance at him. They were going to bed so early? Why?
“I’ve got things planned for tomorrow, and ten isn’t early.”
How did he know what she was thinking?
“It’s written all over your face, Lee. I speak fluent Lee facial expressions.”
By the time he was done talking, she had finished her bottle.
“Does Daddy need to burp you?”
Before she could respond, Daddy moved her and gently started to pat her back. A tiny burp escaped past her lips, catching her off guard. She hadn’t expected to burp.
“Such a good girl. Who’s ready for some tummy time?”
“Me! ”
Daddy sat her down on the couch. “Before you lie on the ground, I wanted to give you something to try out.”
She leaned forward, her interest piqued. What was he going to give her?
He grabbed something off the end table next to him and held it out.
A pacifier.
He wanted her to use a pacifier? Maylee tentatively grabbed it from his open palm and looked at it.
“You’ve fallen asleep twice with your thumb in your mouth. I got this for you so you don’t ruin your teeth. It’s better than your thumb and does the same thing.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You won’t be able to use it all the time. When you’re feeling anxious and nothing else is working, you can use it, and when you go to bed or take a nap.”
She nodded and continued staring at it. She finally had a pacifier, and she was so excited. Any time she read a book where the Little used a pacifier, she always thought about buying one but never did. Daddy had bought her one.
“You can use it,” Daddy said. “You can use it while you have tummy time, and we watch the cartoon.”
Maylee plopped it in her mouth and started to suck. Her body immediately started to relax.
“Tummy time. Do you want me to move you, or do you want to move?”
She stared at him, not fully processing what he was saying.
Daddy chuckled. “Right. I’m going to move you so you’re lying on your stomach. ”
He got up from the couch, picked her up, and gently placed her on the ground. She looked up at the TV screen which was showing Looney Tunes, one of her favorite shows.
Maylee was so engrossed in the show she didn’t realize how fast she was sucking on the pacifier.
“Slow, Lee,” Daddy reminded her. “You’re okay.”
She knew she was okay, and she didn’t know why she was sucking on it too fast. Maybe it was because of the TV show.
Before she knew it, the episode ended, and she was whining. Maylee pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and looked over at Daddy. “Another?”
“No, Lee. I said one and then we were going to bed.”
She pouted and gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “Please?”
“Lee. Stop. Daddy said one episode and then bedtime. It’s not changing.”
Maylee put the pacifier back in her mouth and looked away. They were short episodes, and they could totally watch another one. Why was he being mean?
Daddy picked her up from the ground and she stared at him with wide eyes. He was so strong, and he showed it to her every day. Well, really any chance he got to. Did he realize he was doing that?
Not that she minded. She loved being reminded how strong he was. Strong enough to pick her up anywhere and carry her. Strong enough to hold her tightly against him when she needed him to.
“Do you want to be swaddled and put in the crib or do you want to sleep with me?”
“You,” she whispered. “Maybe swaddles tomorrow? ”
He nodded and started heading toward his room.
“I don’t want to be left alone right now. Want snuggles.”
“Then you’ll get snuggles, and Daddy won’t leave you alone.”
She sighed in his embrace as he carried her the rest of the way. He was perfect for her. Absolutely perfect.
“When you sleep with Daddy, you only wear his shirt. No bra, underwear, or diapers,” Daddy said as he placed her on the bed.
Maylee didn’t know how well that was going to go. She normally slept with leggings and a shirt on because she got cold. Was she going to freeze to death tonight?
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m always cold. I think I need leggings and a shirt like normal.”
He turned around and gave her a smile. “Daddy will keep you warm.”
Daddy was always so warm. Even in the winter when it was freezing outside, she could always rely on him being warm and helping her.
“Daddy knows you are always cold, but I run hot. I’ll snuggle with you all night long and make sure you’re warm.”
She nodded, and Daddy helped her change out of her clothes and into his shirt. It felt weird to only be in his shirt while she sat on his bed.
“Such a pretty sight.”
She blushed and looked down at her hands.
“Climb into bed,” Daddy said as he held the blankets up for her .
Maylee crawled into bed and felt him get in right behind her. She sighed in relief as she felt the heat radiating off him and seeping into her skin.
Daddy wrapped his arm around her and cupped her pussy. She jerked back into him, not expecting him to randomly cup her pussy.
“D-Daddy?” she whispered.
“Yes, Lee?”
“I can’t sleep with you touching me like that.”
“Try for me.”
Maylee closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to relax, but the heat coming from his palm and onto her pussy was making it so hard. She moved her hips, trying to create some kind of friction.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Baby.”
“Please, Sir. Please fill me up with your cock. I’m begging you to. Please.”
He teased her by inserting a little bit of his finger. It was pure torture to only have a little bit of his finger inside of her.
“Please! Fuck me.”
“Naughty language. Sir isn’t going to fuck you. If anything, Sir is going to make love to you.”
She held her breath as he spoke those last words. He was going to make love with her? Did that mean he still loved her?
“Are you ready for that?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Sir! Please. Make love to me. I’m ready!”
“Such a good little slut.”
Arousal filled her with his words.
“Sir’s good little slut.”
Ezra pushed the covers back and slowly climbed on top of her. The heat and lust in his eyes were obvious. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Things were about to change.
“I’m going to make love to you like the little slut you are,” he growled.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her. Arching her chest, she touched his bare one.
“Please,” she begged.
“Beg me like a slut you are.”
They had dabbled in degradation during sex when they had been dating. She would get so turned on, and he loved doing it.
“Are you wet for Sir?”
She nodded. “So wet. So ready.”
Ezra pushed her shirt up with a hand then grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a squeeze.
Moaning, she pushed her chest into his hand. “Please.”
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he said. “I know I said I was going to make love, but I haven’t been inside of you in a while. I’m not going to last long.”
“I don’t care. Please, just get inside of me.”
She spread her legs and waited for him.
“Such a naughty girl,” he said as he got off the bed to pull off his boxers before climbing back onto the bed.
Maylee licked her lips as she stared at his dick. She couldn’t wait for him to be inside of her.
Ezra grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. She squealed but silenced herself as he lined himself up with her.
“I’m not going to be slow. ”
“That’s okay. I don’t want slow. Don’t hold back.”
He slowly pushed into her. Maylee tried her best to control her breathing and not tense up. It had been years since she had sex. She had used toys, but this was different.
“Such a good little slut for Sir,” he said through his clenched jaw as he continued to push himself further into her.
Maylee’s toes curled into the sheets as he stopped moving. He was fully inside her, and she felt so full.
“Please, move,” she begged.
“Beg like a filthy whore you are.”
She clenched around him. “Sir! Please move your dick inside of me. Pull out and ram back in. Please. Sir. Please move.”
A grin spread across his face as he slowly pulled out. Before she could say anything, he rammed back into her. She arched her back, gripping the sheet as the pleasure coursed through her body.
“Sir!”
“Such a good little whore for Sir.”
Ezra continued to pull out and thrust back inside her. It felt as if fireworks were shooting through her body with every thrust, the pleasure increasing throughout her body.
“Please!”
“This is going to be fast. I’m so close,” he said as he picked up his pace.
And fast it was. He continued to thrust inside her as he rubbed her clit.
“Sir! I’m so close!”
“Come whenever you want.”
He applied more pressure to her clit as he rammed his dick back into her. That was her undoing as the pleasure increased and pushed her over the edge. She moaned in pleasure as he continued to move inside her, prolonging his own release.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he pulled out of her.
She whimpered at the loss of contact, feeling so empty inside as he left her to go to the bathroom.
“I’m going to clean you up, and then we’ll go to bed. We both need our sleep.”
Maylee didn’t protest when Daddy started to clean her up. She was so tired and satisfied.
“Such a good girl.”
Daddy crawled into bed, pulling her close to him, before setting his hand on her pussy once again. She didn’t have the energy in her to tell him she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep like this.
Because she could.
“Night, Lee.”
“Night, Daddy.”