Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Brea
My mouth is too dry to even lick my lips. I simply stare at him, trying to absorb his edict. He’s very dominant, and apparently he expects me to fall into some role of submission. I’m not sure I have that in me. It’s beyond foreign.
Navin rises and lets his gaze skim down my body until he gets to my thighs. His hands come to my knees, and he gently bends them and guides them wider before removing the fastener that’s holding gauze around my thigh.
The thick bulk of the diaper lays heavy between my legs, making my face heat at the reminder. I can’t believe I was so unconscious that I peed myself. I’m mortified.
Navin is very careful as he removes the bandage.
I pull the blanket over my exposed breast and rise onto my elbows to watch. I can’t imagine what he’s going to unveil, but I suspect it will be gnarly.
My eyes widen as soon as the wound comes into my line of sight. I push more upright to get a better look, unable to care that the blanket falls away from my chest. “That’s impossible,” I whisper.
“What’s that, Little love?” he asks as he angles my leg a bit more to one side.
“I thought you said you found me yesterday…”
He lifts his gaze, grinning. “We did. Are you stunned by how much your leg has healed? My essence runs through your blood now, Little love. It speeds the healing process.”
I jerk my gaze back to the long cut on my thigh. It’s been expertly stitched. It looks like it happened a week ago at least. “Who stitched it?”
He winces. “I did, Brea. I’m not a doctor, mind you, but I think I did a pretty good job.”
I push forward farther, bending over, totally losing interest in my nudity. “It barely hurts.” I reach out to touch it. “Unbelievable.” I thought I was in pain earlier, but I suspect that was just my mind telling me I should be.
He lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them. “I never want to see you hurting or injured, but when you do, you’ll always heal quickly from now on.”
“Why didn’t I die?” I’m baffled. “He stabbed me. I saw how much blood there was.”
“He missed the femoral artery. I assume that’s what he was aiming for. If he had any braincells, he would have known he needed to cut you open the other direction.”
I let out a sardonic laugh. “Oh, trust me. Mitchel doesn’t have a full head of braincells.
He’s an asshole. He was high when he left me to die.
I’m certain he had no idea which direction to cut my leg open so I would bleed out, but that was his intention, and as far as I knew, he accomplished it.
It felt like he’d cut my leg off entirely.
I was in so much pain and shock that I passed out. ”
“Good. I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to think of you lying in the woods alone waiting to die. However, whoever this Mitchel is, he’s a dead man,” Navin growls. He means it.
I shudder. Part of me would be delighted if Navin wiped this Earth of the likes of Mitchel, but I don’t want him to. I can already tell Navin is a good man. I don’t want anything to happen to him. “Don’t,” I tell him.
His brow furrows. “Don’t what, Little love?”
I shake my head. “Let it go,” I mutter. “Don’t think of Mitchel.
He thinks I’m dead. Maybe you could help me get away from here.
” I sit up taller as ideas form. “If I never go back to town, he’ll assume I died.
Could you help me? If you have some clothes, boots, and a little food to spare, I could run away and—”
Navin flinches. “Brea… Little love… What are you talking about? Your home is here now. With me.” He grabs my hips and gives a tug so I shift closer to him and fall back against the covers.
I’m panting as I stare at him.
He moves his hands to my face, cupping me gently. “Brea, you’re mine. I’ll rarely let you out of my sight, Little love. You won’t like it when I’m not in the room. We’re a bonded couple now. There will be no running.”
He’s serious. “But you don’t know me. Maybe you won’t even like me when you get to know me. Thank you so much for saving my life, but I won’t burden you. If Mitchel ever found out I was here, he would kill all of you just for sport.”
Navin’s brows lift. “Why the hell do you think this Mitchel asshole is so powerful? I don’t intimidate easily, Little love. No one is going to get near you ever again, Brea.”
“But we’re not that far from town. A few hours? You would never get away with hiding me forever. Someone would eventually find out I’m here, and when it got back to Mitchel…”
“Brea…”
I shake my head. “I mean it, Navin. He would come for me. I won’t let you risk yourself to protect me. I’m nobody.”
Navin frowns. “Never talk about yourself like that again, Brea. Do you understand? I forbid it. If I hear you speaking ill of yourself, I’ll take you over my knees and spank you until you remember how important you are.”
I gasp. Spank me? And then I remember that I’m diapered, and he’s asked me to call him Daddy. He probably would spank me if I misbehaved. The thought of him taking a palm to my bottom makes me draw my knees together and squeeze them. Why the hell am I intrigued by the idea?
Navin continues lecturing me, “No more talk of running away. If I suspect you of actually planning such a cockamamie idea, I’ll spank your naughty bottom until it’s bright red and you’re sobbing and begging me to stop. Do I make myself clear?”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My head is spinning.
“Do you need a demonstration?”
“No.” I shake my head so hard my brain rattles. Tears come to my eyes. Suddenly I’m incredibly emotional. It’s been a long time since anyone so fiercely protected me. “But he’ll find me, Navin.”
“Daddy.” He reaches for the blanket and tugs it away from my chest, tossing it behind him onto the floor. Navin bends his head and suckles one of my nipples again before dragging his teeth across the tip. “Say it, Little love.” He bites down on the tip.
I arch my chest and moan. The sharp pain feels so good. It makes me crave things I’m only feeling for the first time this morning. I can’t even begin to process this sensation. “Daddy…” The word flows from my lips easier this time.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get this wet diaper off you and get you dressed. You need to eat, and then you need to tell me everything I should know about this asshole who tried to kill you.”
“Okay,” I mutter. There’s no sense arguing with him further. Maybe I can get him to see reason later. I can’t stay here. I’d be endangering his entire community.
Another thought comes to mind. These men are lion shifters.
Even though I’ve never knowingly met a shifter before, I already suspect I’ll find out the others who live here are equally huge, and I bet I’m underestimating Navin.
Perhaps he would be able to take on Mitchel with nothing but his bare hands.
I probably shouldn’t doubt his capabilities.
Navin moves his hands to the front of my diaper, and before I know it, he has removed it and whisked it away, leaving me now totally naked and exposed.
I bend my knees, grip them together, and pull them toward my chest. Having exposed breasts was weird enough. I don’t want him staring at my pussy.
“You won’t hide your body from me, Little love. Never. Spread your knees wide so I can clean your little pussy.”
I shake my head, determined not to endure such scrutiny. Pussies are not attractive. They’re ugly. I don’t want him to clean me. “I can clean up myself, Daddy.” I add that last part, hoping to appeal to him by obeying his previous mandate. “If you’ll show me where the bathroom is—”
“No, Little love.” His voice is firm but oddly calm at the same time.
“You need to get over your modesty. You also need to accept the fact that you won’t have permission to wander into another room without me for any reason.
Especially for the first few weeks. The bond will continue to grow, and while that’s happening, you won’t even pee without me next to you. ”
I gasp. “You want to watch me pee?”
He shrugs. “Either that or you may wear a diaper.”
I stare at him.
“I know the concept of being diapered is foreign to you. I’m well aware that humans do not diaper their mates. It will be the most challenging aspect of your new reality. I won’t force you to be diapered all the time, but I will expect you to accept my decisions.”
I’m trembling as I lick my lips.
“You will challenge me at first, Little love. It’s expected.
I won’t pressure you to wet yourself this morning.
I also don’t think you’re ready for me to spank you.
Soon. Perhaps even today. But not this morning.
You’ve just awakened from what was nearly a coma.
I won’t add to your distress by flipping you over and taking a palm to your bottom. ”
I gasp. He never stops shocking me. All this talk of spanking and diapers is mindboggling. “Please may I use the bathroom, Daddy?”
“Yes, but you will let me clean you up right now. Spread your pretty legs for me.”
This is not a battle I’m going to win, and I’m not sure why I’m digging my heels in on it. He’s seen my pussy already. I suspect this isn’t the first time he’s removed a diaper from me. I obviously didn’t go twenty-four hours without wetting myself.
Being brave, I open my knees.
“Good girl.”
At the sound of his praise, I purse my lips to keep from moaning.
My arousal shoots through the roof. Perhaps it’s a combination of factors.
For one thing, the lust in his eyes as he looks at my pussy makes my heart race.
For another thing, his gentle words of praise endear me to him.
And lastly, in a shocking twist, I find myself horny just from the act of exposing myself.
Something is off, though. The air feels too close to my pussy, and I lift my head to look down. I gasp when I realize the hair is gone from my folds. I jerk my gaze to Navin. “You…” The rest of the words dry up in my mouth. I can’t say them out loud. I’m mortified, and my face is hot.
Navin gently touches my bald pussy. “I shaved you, Little love,” he says reverently. “I didn’t want moisture to get trapped against your body while you were diapered. I’ll shave you every few days, Brea.”
I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if I’m mad or not. I want to be angry. How horribly invasive. He shaved me while I was unconscious. He also bit me and apparently forced me to belong to him.
I’m pissed, but at the same time, any feelings of frustration are tamped down by an odd arousal that won’t abate.
I watch Navin closely as he uses a soft wet cloth to clean my folds.
Every stroke makes me hornier. No one has ever touched me like this.
Except me. My fingers are the only ones that have been on my pussy until this morning.
And my own touch didn’t cause me to feel the way he makes me feel.
In fact, I never even touched myself until a few days ago.
It wasn’t sexy. I didn’t do it because I was aroused or wanted to be.
I did it in the hopes it would save me from a fate worse than death.
And it worked. Mitchel chose to kill me for my actions.
My breath hitches when Navin lifts the hood off my clit, exposing it as if it’s an important part of this cleaning routine. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
My mouth pops open, though, when he sets the washcloth aside and drags a finger between my folds, gathering my arousal before circling my clit. “Daddy…” The one word comes out like a moan. It is a moan. I’m so turned on that my eyes roll back.
Daddy suddenly grabs my wrists, flattens my hands against my knees, and presses me open wider. The act makes my wound feel tighter, but it doesn’t hurt. Before I can process his intention, his mouth is on my pussy.
I cry out, arching my head back while failing to buck him off me. This can’t be happening. He’s sucking my clit.
It’s the best feeling in the world, and now I’m worried about my lust. Did he alter me in some way that has turned me into this new version of myself I don’t recognize? Maybe I have a fever…