Chapter 5
L ouisa
“Good morning, Little Lulu,” I heard Jax say from the doorway.
My stomach lurched at the sight of him in his boxers and nothing else, his coffee mug in hand.
He was impossibly fit, with six-pack abs that rippled as he moved toward the bed.
The morning light streaming through the windows highlighted every perfect muscle, making him look like some ancient god who’d stepped out of a marble sculpture.
He made me suck his cock. He wants me to call him Daddy . He put a collar on me, with his name on it. He’s fucking insane.
I could see in his eyes that he wanted me to say, “Good morning, Daddy,” and for a moment I almost did.
I remembered that he had promised to shave me and spank me and fuck me, and I felt a helpless thrill of arousal surge through my body.
The memories of his fingers inside me, of the way he’d made me beg, flooded back with humiliating clarity.
That involuntary reaction made me seethe with anger at myself. What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust and hatred for this man who’d bought me like property and put me in a diaper.
“You’d better have some of that fucking coffee for me,” I said, my voice coming out harsher than I’d intended, a desperate attempt to reclaim some control.
My tummy flipped as I watched Jax’s eyes narrow, though to my dismay his lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped for. I wanted him angry, not amused.
“Naughty diaper girls don’t get coffee,” he said, his voice gentle, but with an edge of admonition. “Especially when they’re rude and use unladylike language.”
He took a slow, deliberate sip from his mug, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The rich aroma of the coffee reached me, making my mouth water. I hadn’t realized how desperately I wanted that simple comfort until it was explicitly denied.
“So… if I start behaving, I could earn coffee privileges?” I asked, surprised to find myself genuinely curious about his rules. A tiny part of me wanted to understand the system he was creating around me—not because I accepted it, but because knowing the rules might give me some sense of control.
Jax’s smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth.
He seemed pleased by my question. “Yes, Little Lulu. You can earn coffee privileges. And big-girl panties instead of diapers. Even big-girl dresses when we go out.” He set his mug down on the nightstand and sat beside me on the bed, his weight making the mattress dip.
“But only if you learn to be a good girl.”
His large hand came to rest on my thigh, just above the edge of my diaper. The casual possessiveness of the touch made my breath catch.
“And right now,” he continued, “you’re very, very far from being a good girl. Especially since you already have a punishment coming from your behavior last night, which I’m going to increase because of what you said just now.”
I swallowed hard. “The… the language thing?”
“That, and wetting your diaper.” His fingers traced small circles on my skin.
“But we’ll address all that properly after we take care of more immediate matters.
” He stood up, towering over me. “First, it’s time for your bath.
Daddy needs to get his little girl’s pussy nice and smooth and ready to take Daddy’s cock, after her spanking. ”
A rush of heat flooded between my legs, making me acutely aware of the diaper’s bulk.
The childish way he spoke about me combined with the explicitly sexual content of his words created a dissonance that was both disturbing and bizarrely arousing.
I felt my nipples harden beneath the silky nightgown, and I hated my body for its betrayal.
This is insane , I reminded myself firmly. This entire situation is completely fucking insane. I’m not a child. I’m not his property. I’m not ‘Little Lulu.’ I need to focus on finding a way out, not on how his hands feel on my body.
But even as I mentally repeated these assertions, I couldn’t ignore the pulse of arousal that throbbed between my legs at the thought of Jax bathing me, touching me, controlling me.
“Let’s get those restraints off,” he said, reaching for my bound wrists. “But I expect perfect behavior. Any attempt to fight me or run will result in consequences far more severe than what you already have coming.”
As he released my wrists, I flexed my fingers, enjoying the return of full mobility. The pink cuffs remained around my wrists, but at least they weren’t attached to anything now. I considered my options. The bedroom door wasn’t that far away. If I made a run for it…
“Stand up,” Jax said. “It’s time to go to the bathroom.”
As I stood there in the diaper and childish nightgown, with my wrists still encircled by the pink cuffs, a moment of clarity suddenly cut through the fog of confusion and arousal.
I needed to be smart about this. Fighting him physically wasn’t going to work—he was twice my size and clearly had resources I couldn’t begin to imagine.
But if I played along, gained his trust…
I could gather evidence. Names. Locations.
Everything I’d need to bring down this entire operation—Jax, Walker, Charlie, all of them.
They’d trafficked a human being. They’d imprisoned me.
These were serious crimes, and even if I had to admit to my own involvement in Charlie’s drug business, the consequences for me would be minor compared to what these men would face.
Probation for me, maybe. Community service. I’d been a college student before everything fell apart—surely the courts would see that I could get my life back on track with the right rehabilitation program. I might even qualify for witness protection if this went as deep as I suspected.
But a small voice in my head warned me about the danger of this plan.
Not physical danger—something far more insidious.
The way my body responded to Jax terrified me.
The shameful heat that pooled between my legs whenever he touched me, whenever he called me his little girl …
what if I started to believe it? What if I actually started to want this?
No . I wouldn’t let that happen. This constituted a performance, nothing more. A necessary deception to secure my freedom. I would play his game until I found a way out.
I took a deep breath, lowered my eyes submissively, and whispered, “Okay, Daddy.”
The change in Jax’s expression was immediate—what looked like a flash of skepticism, quickly replaced by what looked like a deep satisfaction I wasn’t sure I trusted. He reached out and cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He led me to the enormous en-suite bathroom, his hand firmly gripping mine. The space was all marble and glass, with a shower large enough for four people and a deep soaking tub that could easily fit two. He guided me to stand in front of the vanity mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he instructed.
I raised my eyes reluctantly. The girl in the mirror had disheveled hair and wide eyes.
I tried to focus on that rather than her wearing a childish pink nightgown over a bulky diaper.
The pink collar around my neck gleamed in the bathroom’s bright light, the tag declaring me ‘Property of Daddy Jax’ clearly visible.
“This is who you are now,” Jax said, standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. “My naughty little girl, learning to behave herself.”
I nodded meekly, playing my part while silently reminding myself that this was all temporary. Just a performance to survive until I could escape.
“Let’s check your diaper,” he said.
Jax’s hands moved to the front of the humiliating thing, pressing gently between my thighs to check for wetness. I stood still, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he inspected me like a toddler.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice warm with approval. “Your diaper is nice and dry this morning. Since you’re being such a good Little Lulu, you may use the toilet.”
Relief washed through me, both at the prospect of using an actual toilet and at his approval. I hated that his praise affected me, but I couldn’t deny the little flutter in my chest.
I moved toward the toilet, expecting him to step out and give me privacy. When he remained standing there, watching me expectantly, my stomach dropped.
“Could I please have some privacy?” I asked, keeping my voice soft and polite, playing the role of the compliant little girl while my insides twisted with humiliation.
Jax chuckled, shaking his head. “Little girls don’t get privacy from their daddies, sweetheart. Daddy needs to make sure his baby girl is taking proper care of herself.”
Before I could protest further, his fingers were at the Velcro tabs of my diaper. He unfastened them with practiced ease and pulled the bulky padding away from my body. I shivered as cool air hit my exposed skin.
“Such a pretty pussy, even with its grownup fur,” he murmured, his hand moving between my legs. His fingers traced my folds possessively, dipping slightly inside me before withdrawing. “Remember who this belongs to, Little Lulu.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. He guided me to sit on the toilet, his hand on my shoulder keeping me in place.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Daddy’s watching.”
My face blazed with heat, tears threatening to spill over as I sat there under his scrutiny. I couldn’t go, not with him staring at me like this. But my bladder was full, and the pressure was becoming uncomfortable.
I closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was alone. After what felt like an eternity, my body finally cooperated, and I began to pee. The sound seemed obscenely loud in the quiet bathroom.
“That’s my good girl,” Jax said, his voice oddly tender. “Getting all empty for Daddy.”
As I finished, I heard the sound of running water. I opened my eyes to see Jax turning on the faucets of the enormous marble tub, testing the temperature with his hand. Steam began to rise from the surface, filling the bathroom with humid warmth.
He looked so… normal, so caring as he prepared my bath. Almost like a real father might care for his child. The tenderness in his actions contrasted sharply with what I knew was coming—the shaving, the spanking, the fucking. My mind couldn’t reconcile these contradictions.
“Could I… maybe take a shower instead?” I asked timidly, watching the steam rise from the bath. “Or at least take my bath by myself?”
“No, of course not,” Jax replied, his tone making it clear the matter wasn’t up for debate. He sat down on the edge of the tub, the solid stone edge looking delicate beneath his muscular frame. “Come here to me.”
I hesitated for just a moment before walking toward him, acutely aware of my nakedness from the waist down.
When I reached him, he turned me around so my back was to him and began to remove my nightgown, pulling it gently over my head.
Next, he unclasped my collar, setting it carefully on the counter.
The pink cuffs came off last, his fingers brushing against my skin as he worked the releases.
Standing completely naked before him, I felt more vulnerable than ever. Jax’s hands settled on my hips, turning me around slowly, all the way, until my bottom faced him again. I felt his eyes examining the marks he’d left on me the previous night.
“Still a little red,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the tender skin. “You mark beautifully, little one.” His touch was gentle, but possessive as he explored the lingering evidence of my punishment. “I’m very satisfied with my new little fuck toy.”
My stomach clenched at the crude term. Not a person, not even a ‘little girl’ now—just a toy. Yet my body betrayed me again with a pulse of arousal so intense I had to press my thighs together.
“Into the tub,” he commanded, his hand on the small of my back guiding me forward.