Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Navin
It’s been the singularly best day of my entire thirty-five years. Hands down. No comparison. I’m afraid to blink most of the time for fear I’ll open my eyes and find out it never happened. She’s not here with me.
My mate.
The bond is so much stronger than I anticipated. There’s no way to explain it to another living being. Everyone has to experience it for themselves to know.
I make a stew for dinner, and my mate devours it. She seems to love my cooking, which is convenient, since she’s stuck with me cooking for her for eternity. Obviously I will be removing broccoli from my diet entirely. Small price to pay.
While I clean up, she finally opens the coloring book and begins to shade in the tiny holes with her colored pencils. I’ve heard these adult coloring books can be cathartic. She seems content. She even hums and swings her feet while she works. Perhaps I should give it a try.
When I’m done in the kitchen, I join her, sitting at the table, leaning my cheek against my palm, and watching my mate work.
She giggles when she looks at me. “Are you going to stare at me forever?”
I nod and reach up to stroke her cheek. “Probably. You spend a lot of time staring at me, too.”
“You’re distracting. Don’t you own any shirts?”
I chuckle. “Did you want me to put a shirt on?”
She shakes her head, sending her braid flying. “No. I was just curious.”
“I do own shirts, yes, but my body temperature runs higher than yours. I’ve bumped up the heat so you’ll be comfortable. I’d be sweating if I put more clothes on.”
“Oh.” She looks around. “I love your cabin, by the way.”
I glance around as she does, seeing my cozy space through her eyes. These cabins had been here when we arrived three years ago. It had seemed like destiny for us to find this logging company for sale, and the surrounding cabins coming with the package.
We’ve done a lot of work to them, modernizing them in many ways, while keeping the rustic look.
Each of the cabins is slightly different, but all of them are small dwellings, consisting of a single living space, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small laundry room.
They won’t be large enough once we all start families, but we’ll add on to them as needed.
We’ve updated the electrical grids, ensured the water pipes are safe, and even recently added a tower that allows us to have better internet and cell service.
The location is perfect for us. We don’t like to live directly among humans in towns. It’s too stifling. Though humans are aware of our existence, they get nervous when they’re aware of shifters living next door.
The truth is we’re harmless to most humans. We have no reason to attack them. We aren’t violent people. Even though we can and do often shift into giant lions, we don’t bother humans.
The greatest benefit of living slightly off the grid is that we can shift more frequently without sending society into a panic. It’s safer for us, too. Some humans get testy when they spot lions, bears, wolves, or any other shifter species. Fear sends them into a panic.
We must coexist with humans. It’s the only way our species can continue. We need human mates to birth our cubs.
“Daddy…”
I jerk my attention back to my girl. I guess I went into my head for a bit.
She’s smiling. “Where did you go?”
I reach for her small hand and lift it to kiss her knuckles. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.” I push to standing. “I was also thinking that it’s late, and you need sleep. You’re not fully healed yet. I want you to get enough rest so your body can fight against infection.”
She tips her head back as I push her seat away from the table and take the pencil from her. “I feel fine, Daddy.”
“I know you’re getting stronger every hour, but trust me, you need rest.” I unfasten her buckle and lift her into my arms.
I love the way she wraps around me, hugging me tight. Maybe she’s just holding on out of fear I might drop her, but either way, it feels nice. I like it when she’s so close that I can nuzzle her.
After carrying her into the bathroom, I stand her on a stool in front of the sink so she can reach.
She looks down and giggles. “You just happened to have a stool for me?”
“Yes, sassy girl. I told you all of us have supplies ready for our future mates. I’ve also made a list of things we need and given it to Quinn. He and Ronan are going into town tomorrow. They’ll bring back everything on my list.”
“Are they going to bring me pants?”
I chuckle as I fix her toothbrush. “Hmmm… I don’t think I remembered to put pants on the list.”
She swats playfully at my forearm. “Daddy…”
“I’m teasing, Little love. Don’t you worry. You’ll see when they get back.” I fix her toothbrush and hand it to her.
She takes it from me and leans over to brush her teeth.
I know I’m crowding her. I have my chest pressed against her back and my legs parted to straddle the stool. She’s trapped against the sink.
I brush my teeth at the same time and lean around her to rinse.
She squirms against me. “You have no sense of personal space.”
I chuckle as I lift her from the stool and stand her next to the toilet. “Little love, you have no idea. You won’t even remember what personal space is soon.” I point toward the commode. “Pee, Brea.”
She sets her hands on her hips and faces me. “Privacy?”
Shaking my head, I say, “Never.”
She crosses her arms defiantly, looking adorable. She even tries to stand taller, but she’s way too short for her attempt to appear larger and fierce. Fierce is never going to be a word to describe her stature even though I suspect she’ll pull it off in a battle of wits.
I can’t keep from grinning. “You have about five seconds to sit your bottom on that toilet and pee. If you’re not fast enough, you’ll go to bed without emptying your bladder.
It’s up to you. It just means you’ll end up wetting your diaper earlier in the night and be stuck with it heavy and warm between your legs. ”
She gasps. “I don’t need a diaper, Daddy,” she sasses, leaning forward. “I’m a grown adult. I’m not sleeping in a diaper. Just because I wet myself in my comatose state last night doesn’t mean it will ever happen again. It won’t. Trust me.”
I narrow my gaze. “Five… Four…”
She grumbles as she quickly lowers her panties and sits on the toilet.
I don’t move an inch or look away as she pees. When she’s done, I let her wipe.
“Good girl.” I point toward the sink. “Wash your hands,” I say as if she’s incapable of coming up with that on her own. Her cheeks are red, and she humphs as she stomps over to the sink. It’s comical that she’s so small she needs the stool. It’s incongruent with her fury. I love it.
I block her from leaving the bathroom and reach for the hem of her shirt, whipping it over her head before she can protest. I drop it in the hamper, turn back, squat in front of her, grab the elastic of her panties, and strip her of those, too. “Step out,” I order.
“Daddy…” she whines.
When she doesn’t raise either foot, I simply wrap my arm around her, lift her into the air, and haul her out of the bathroom, leaving her panties on the floor where they’d fallen around her feet.
“Daddy!”
I give her sore bottom a hard swat. “Behave.”
She squirms in my embrace, but she’s no match, and seconds later, I drop her on the bed. I’ve already prepared a bottle, and I set a palm on her torso to keep her from wiggling out of my reach while I grab a diaper.
“Daddy, no. I’m serious. I don’t want to wear a diaper.”
She’s never going to win in a battle of strength or will against me. I lift her legs high enough to cause her bottom to rise and slide the absorbent material under her. Brea continues to squirm, trying futilely to escape me.
“Lie still, naughty girl. Let me put some ointment on your pussy to protect your skin.”
She shakes her head back and forth wildly, shoving at my firm hand on her tummy. “No, Daddy, please. It’s humiliating. I don’t want to pee in a diaper. I want to use the bathroom.”
I’m not the least bit phased by her little tantrum. I’m also not surprised. I suspect a lot of new mates balk at the idea of using a diaper. It’s not something human females are used to wearing. But she needs to learn that I’m in charge. I decide when to expect this level of submission.
Keeping one hand on her tummy, I settle my other palm against her pussy and press firmly so her clit is beyond aware of my intimate contact.
She gasps, her torso arching off the mattress as she tries to shove at my second hand, too. “Daddy…” she whines.
I grind my palm against her pussy.
Brea bucks and purrs. “You’re not playing fair.” She pants.
“I’ll never play fair if by that you mean letting you have your way after you have a tantrum.”
She gasps and glares at me, her hands still on mine, shoving hard. “I’m not having a tantrum. I’m pissed. You can’t order me to pee myself. It’s gross.”
I ease my hand lower so I can slip my middle finger into her channel. Fuck, she’s tight. It’s shocking how narrow she is after she worked so hard to stretch out her cunt. It must have been incredibly tight before last week.
I fuck in and out of her with that finger, driving her out of her mind.
Eventually, I add a second finger even though the stretch is almost too much for her to handle.
I fingered her earlier after her spanking, but she’s so tight it’s going to take more than a few fingerings to prepare her for my cock.
“Daddy…” She’s moaning now. The protesting is over. She even drops her hands to her sides and spreads her knees wider, letting me have full access to her pussy.
“That’s it, Little love. Stop fighting Daddy.” I jerk to a halt, leaving my fingers buried in her tight warmth.
She’s panting as her eyes pop wide. “Daddy…” Now there is desperation in her voice.
“Are you going to behave?”
She gasps, her pretty mouth dropping open. “Are you using sex to blackmail me?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes widen further. “If I don’t agree to wear a diaper, you’re not going to let me come?”
I lift a brow. “You’re also going to take a bottle before you go to sleep.”
She groans. “Why?”
“Because I’m certain you haven’t been eating well, and you need the nutrition.”
Brea tries her best to wiggle against my hand, but I don’t allow her the contact she craves. Yes, I’m using sex as a bargaining tool. I’m not ashamed to admit it.
“Navin…” Her voice is high-pitched and filled with frustration.
I curl my fingers inside her so they rub just slightly against her G-spot.
Brea fists her hands at her sides and bucks her hips futilely. “Oh…God…”
I like the sound of that.
“Daddy…” Her voice is far more submissive now. “Please…”
I stroke my fingers along the top of her channel again.
She moans loudly and arches her neck. “You’re so mean.”
I chuckle and gently brush that sensitive spot again.
The sound that comes from her next is more of a growl. “Fine. I’ll wear a diaper and take a bottle. Just let me come.”
The moment I flatten my palm against her clit and thrust my fingers deeper, my girl comes. She comes so hard and so violently that I have to hold her body down to keep her from bucking clear off the bed.