Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Brea
“I can’t believe I let you blackmail me,” I complain as Daddy fastens a diaper around me.
He’s grinning.
Meanie.
When he’s done, he leans over and kisses me briefly. “Diapering your sweet bottom isn’t something I’m doing strictly to force you to wet yourself, Little love. It serves another purpose.”
“What’s that?” I ask skeptically. He’s so devious.
He pats my pussy over the bulk. “It will keep you from masturbating.”
I gasp. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.” He taps my nose. “I don’t want you playing with your pussy. Now that you’ve discovered how good it feels, I don’t want you getting any big ideas and thinking it’s okay to stick your hand or any other object between your legs so you can make yourself come.”
My jaw drops.
He nods. “Hard rule, Little love. Your orgasms are mine. All of them. You may not touch yourself without permission, and that doesn’t mean you can call me when I’m out logging and ask if you can masturbate.
The answer will always be no. Anytime I let you touch yourself, it will be while I’m watching. ”
I can’t breathe. He’s serious. My face heats at the thought of touching myself. I did so intentionally for days in order to keep myself from being sold. I also ended up left in the woods bleeding to death.
At no point did I get aroused from my own touch. In fact, it was almost painful. I had a hard time getting wet. It was nothing like anything I’ve experienced with Navin.
I purse my lips and twist my face to the side.
Daddy tucks his palms under me and drags me to the center of his giant bed before climbing over me.
He hovers, not touching me, his hands on either side of my head, his knees on the outsides of my thighs.
“What’s going through your head, Little love?
” he coaxes. “I don’t like the look on your face or the fact that you just turned your head away from me. ”
Will I have no privacy with this man? How is he so aware of my thoughts and feelings?
“Brea… Talk to Daddy. Surely you’re not mad or even shocked that I don’t intend to let you masturbate.”
I sigh and shake my head, still looking at the wall across the room.
Daddy tips to one side, trying to meet my gaze. “Talk to me, Little love.”
“What difference does it make?” I mutter.
“You’ve made your decision. Obviously I have no say in anything.
” I’m frustrated. Partly I’m mad at my own body for betraying me so badly.
Why must I suddenly be so consumed with lust that it’s controlling me and causing me to make decisions I would not otherwise make?
I know it’s because he bit me and claimed me as his, but that doesn’t make my confusion over my body’s reactions any less aggravating.
Navin gathers me up in his arms and lifts me. He’s so strong that he can easily turn around and settle against the headboard, cradling me in his lap. He gently guides my cheek to his shoulder.
With both our chests bare, my breasts press against his pecs. I like how it feels, which frustrates me further. I want to be mad at him. He makes it difficult. He’s so kind and calm with me.
But he’s also just forced me to wear a diaper and ordered me not to masturbate. It’s not so much that I’m pissed at him for his edicts. It’s more that I’m furious with myself for my reactions to his demands. My stupid pussy clenches every time he issues another order.
Daddy strokes my hair and down my arm for a long time. He often kisses the top of my head as if he needs to pull me closer and inhale my scent. I get it because I want him to do those things. I feel the same need to be glued to him.
Eventually he speaks, “Tell me why you looked away with such a resigned expression, Little love. I want to know what’s going on in your head so I can react accordingly.
I’m sure, in time, I’ll learn to read you better, and I’ll be able to guess what you’re thinking or feeling, but it’s our first day together.
I don’t know you well enough to guess why my ordering you not to masturbate is so upsetting. ”
I sigh. “It’s a stupid rule. You don’t need it. I don’t know the first thing about masturbating. I’m embarrassed.”
His hand stills on my shoulder as he stiffens. After a few seconds, he says, “You told me you masturbated in order to convince Mitchel you weren’t worth selling.”
I sniffle and burrow against him deeper, as if that’s a thing. “That’s not what I said,” I murmur. “I said I used my fingers to stretch out my pussy and break my hymen. I didn’t get any pleasure from it. I was a prisoner. I wasn’t lying in that stupid basement fucking myself to orgasm.”
Daddy forces me to lean back so he can look into my eyes. His brows are furrowed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. That was crass of me. But didn’t you explore your body and rub your clit to orgasm long before you were kidnapped?”
My damn face is on fire. “No.”
Daddy slowly nods. “Did I give you your first orgasm?”
I nod.
He slowly smiles. “That’s the most precious gift I’ve ever received. Thank you for telling me. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m humbled to know that all your firsts are mine.”
I shrug, trying to shake some of the seriousness away. “Not exactly. I might not have gotten pleasure from it, but I did shove my fingers inside me.”
Daddy chuckles. “I’m still claiming all your firsts, and, Little love, I intend to make every moment amazing.
Back to my command. Even though you haven’t masturbated before now, you’re far more informed, and now you know how good it feels.
So the temptation to touch yourself will be right beneath the surface. ”
I know he’s right, but I’m not going to nod or say a word because it’s too humiliating.
Daddy slides a hand to the front of my diaper and squeezes the bulky material, bringing my attention to the constant plight between my legs.
“Your pleasure is mine now, Little love. I’m not an evil Daddy who will deny you orgasms. On the contrary, I will make you come more times a day than you can fathom.
The problem is that it will never seem like enough.
As our bond continues to grow, you’ll want more, and the rule is that you may not take your pleasure without my consent. Understood?”
My burning face heats further as I nod.
“Good girl.” He pats the front of my diaper. “Obviously you could tuck your fingers under the front or the sides to get to your pussy, but I’m ordering you not to. When I’m not with you, I’ll sometimes diaper you to make it difficult for you to touch yourself.” He smiles.
His expression softens and then turns more serious, with his eyes narrowed and his mouth in a straight line.
“I’m proud of you for being creative and brave and doing whatever it took to avoid being sold into sex slavery, Brea.
I mean it. I’m sorry the asshole holding you dumped you bleeding in the woods and left you for dead.
You must have been beyond fucking scared. ”
I choke up and try to hold my emotions at bay by pursing my lips.
“I’m so fucking glad my brothers found you, and even more grateful that I claimed you.
You’re mine, Brea. Mine for the rest of our lives.
I will cherish every moment. I haven’t entered you with my cock yet because I want you to be more fully healed and also more emotionally prepared and connected to me before I do so, but once I’ve been inside your body, I suspect the bond we feel now will duplicate to a level we can’t imagine. ”
I nod because I’m certain he’s right. I’m not even the shifter in this relationship, and I can sense that bond he talks about growing.
Daddy kisses my forehead and then grabs my bottle from the nightstand. “Please let me feed you, Little love. I want to know that you’re getting enough nutrition.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I agree for two reasons. One is that I already know how good the formula is, and my mouth is watering to taste it again. The second reason is that I want to please him. I like how soothed he is when I obey him.
I accept the nipple and begin to suckle while he rocks me gently against him. His methods make me feel like I’m regressing, but it pleases him for me to obey, and I’m struggling to come up with a reason why I wouldn’t want this powerful lion shifter to take care of me in every way he craves.
When the bottle is empty, Daddy sets it aside and holds up another item. A pacifier. He taps my lips with it.
I accept it and find it oddly calming. I’m pretty sure I sucked a pacifier all of last night, too. In my subconscious mind, I’m aware of seeing one on the bed this morning, but there were far more pressing issues happening at the time. Like the fact that I’d awoken in bed with a stranger.
Daddy gently lowers me to the middle of the bed and slides off the side. “Don’t move, Little love.”
I’m naked except for my diaper, and I curl into a ball, missing his warmth. The man runs so hot that I don’t need clothes or covers when I’m against him. But when he’s gone, I’m chilled.
Daddy turns out the lights and flips on a nightlight. Soon, he’s back in bed. He situates himself near the center, then lifts me and settles me between his legs.
It’s so odd, but this is how I woke up this morning. I frown, confused.
Sitting upright, he arranges me so my cheek rests against his thigh, using him as a pillow. I’m facing his cock. The only thing he’s wearing is his boxers, but they’re doing nothing to hide his stiff erection.
I squirm, feeling strange about lying here like this with my face in his business.
Daddy arranges a blanket over me before he settles on his back, one hand petting my head. “Sleep, Little love.”
I wince slightly as I brush my injured leg against the other, but only because the pointy ends of the stitches poke my skin. It’s shocking how healed the wound is.
Also shocking is how comfortable I am snuggled between Daddy’s legs.
It seems so awkward and unnatural, and yet, it’s perfect.
I’m warm and cozy with his enormous thighs flanking me, and every inhale draws in his deep masculine essence.
I kind of wish he weren’t wearing his boxers so my face could be nestled directly against his cock.
Daddy keeps petting me. That’s essentially what he’s doing, his palm stroking down my head and off the end of my braid over and over.
He surprises me when he speaks again. “After I’ve claimed you with my cock, I won’t wear my boxers to bed anymore, Little love.
You’ll be able to press your nose and cheek directly against my skin. ”
I whimper as I do just that again, frustrated by the cotton impediment.
He chuckles softly. “My Little mate is anxious to be more intimate with my cock.”
My face flushes at his suggestion, mostly because he’s right.
I’ve never even been this close to a man’s penis, and I’m drawn to want more.
It’s especially odd that I crave having him against my cheek and nose.
I’m pretty certain humans do not lie around in this position, let alone sleep between their man’s legs.
Does he expect me to sleep like this every night?
“I can practically hear your questions, Little love. Yes, this is how you will always sleep. It’s our custom.
It’s called nesting. My body will keep you warm.
My cock will comfort you. Inhaling my scent during the night will help you rest, knowing you’re safe.
You might even start suckling me in the night. ”
My breath hitches behind the pacifier, and I suck harder on the nipple at the suggestion. I’ve never considered giving a man a blow job. It always seemed kind of icky. Why would women do that? But I find myself wanting to taste him.
A second later, I realize I’ve already tasted him. I wasn’t conscious at the time, but I’m certain I’ve had his flavor in my mouth before. I push myself up a few inches and remove the pacifier. “Did I suck you last night?”
Navin sets his hand on the top of my head.
“No, Little love. Your mouth has not been on my cock, but I gathered the come from the tip and let you suckle it from my fingers to help you settle. It’s normal for you to crave my essence.
It began the moment I claimed you with my fangs.
When you nest between my legs at night, you’ll be soothed by the scent of my seed. ”
I stare at him in the dim light. He has so many customs I’m not familiar with. I shouldn’t be shocked. He’s a lion shifter. Suddenly I have a million questions about that side of him. “Daddy…”
“We’ll talk more tomorrow, Little love.” He strokes my head. “You need to sleep. Settle down and let your mind rest.”
I pop the pacifier back in my mouth because I find myself craving it as if it’s something I’ve done every night of my life. I’m not even sure if I took a pacifier or not when I was a baby. Even the diaper is oddly comforting. I won’t have to get out of my…nest in the night if I need to pee.
Nest. Daddy called this nesting. It seems appropriate. His thighs create a little hole for me to burrow into. Not questioning him further, I curl up in my nest, pull the covers around my shoulders, rest my cheek on his inner thigh, and nuzzle against his erection.
Perfectly natural behavior.