Chapter 17
L ouisa
I stared at the ruined collar in my hands, my throat suddenly feeling naked and vulnerable without its weight. No time to dwell on these strange feelings—I had to move. Now. I dropped the collar and went to the door.
I checked the hallway carefully before slipping out of the apartment.
The elevator stood at the end of the corridor, its polished doors gleaming under the recessed lighting.
I tried to walk normally, as if I belonged here in these ridiculous borrowed clothes with foil between my legs.
Each step made a subtle crinkling sound that seemed deafening in the quiet hallway.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I pressed the call button. What if Rudy was already in the elevator? What if the doors opened to reveal his massive frame, his expression dark with anger at my disobedience?
The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal an empty car.
I stepped inside, pressing the button for the lobby with trembling fingers.
As the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored wall—wild-eyed, disheveled, wearing clothes that hung from my frame like a child playing dress-up.
The skin around my neck where the collar had been looked a little red, as if Jax had marked me in a way that would last, maybe even after the redness, too, had gone away.
The elevator descended smoothly, floor numbers illuminating one after another.
My palms grew slick with sweat as I watched the numbers tick down toward the lobby.
I rehearsed what I would do when the doors opened—walk confidently, head down but not suspiciously so, straight toward the exit.
Find a police officer. Or a phone. Call… who? My parents? The police?
The elevator slowed, then stopped. The lobby. This was it.
I took a deep breath as the doors slid open, then stepped out as casually as I could manage. The grand lobby stretched before me—marble floors, designer furniture, a massive floral arrangement on a central table. My eyes darted around, quickly scanning for threats.
And there they were—Rudy and Mateo, standing at the security desk, their backs to me as they spoke with the uniformed guard. My blood froze in my veins at the sight of them, but they hadn’t noticed me yet. I turned away immediately, walking in the opposite direction, trying to control my breathing.
To my immense relief, I spotted an emergency exit at the far end of the lobby. A glowing sign promised escape just a few yards away. I quickened my pace, struggling to appear normal while every instinct screamed at me to run.
I reached the door, pushed the handle down, and slipped through into blessed daylight. Cool morning air hit my face as I found myself in a narrow alley behind the building. Dumpsters lined one wall, and a chain-link fence separated this service area from the street beyond.
Outside. I’d done it.
I sprinted down the alley, the borrowed sweatpants slipping down my hips with each stride. The fence at the end looked climbable—I just needed to reach it and get over it before anyone realized I had gotten out of the building.
I had scrambled halfway up when I heard Jax’s voice behind me.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”
I climbed faster. If I could do one of those flip things I’d seen people do in the movies…
Mateo stepped into vision in front of me. He crossed his arms as he looked into my eyes. I froze, and then I felt Jax’s huge hands on me pulling me off the fence.
“Help!” I shouted, but I could hear in my own voice that my heart wasn’t in it. I couldn’t even see anyone on the street who might have heard me.
“You gave us a little scare, Little Lulu,” Jax growled as he gathered me into his chest and started to carry me toward the door I’d come out of, which Rudy currently held open. His hand went between my legs, and the foil crinkled. Jax chuckled.
“Did you make yourself an aluminum diaper, baby girl?” he asked. To my astonishment, I heard in my daddy’s voice a note of appreciation.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “Please… I’m… I’m scared. That’s why I ran away.”
“Of course you were scared,” Jax said, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “And Daddy understands. But running away from her daddies is not how a good girl deals with her fear.”
He carried me through the emergency exit, back into the luxurious lobby.
Rudy closed the door behind us, his expression unreadable.
Mateo fell into step beside Jax, his gaze sweeping the lobby, ever watchful.
The security guard at the desk stared, wide-eyed, but said nothing as Jax strode past him, me still cradled in his arms like a misbehaving toddler.
I buried my face in Jax’s shoulder, overwhelmed by shame and the crushing weight of my failed escape.
The foil diaper crinkled with every movement, a humiliating reminder of my desperate, futile attempt to regain control.
What had I been thinking? That I could outsmart these men?
That I could break free from a system so well designed to keep me captive?
Jax didn’t speak again until we were back in the penthouse, the elevator doors sliding shut behind us with a soft thud that sounded like the closing of a coffin lid.
He carried me straight to his enormous bedroom and stood me on my feet next to the bed, then sat down on it himself.
Rudy and Mateo stood silently near the door, watching closely.
I gave a little cry as Jax reached out almost casually with his enormous right hand to take hold of my hip and pull me toward him.
He maneuvered me between his massive thighs to stand in front of him, and he held me in place there, with his hands firmly on my waist as he looked at me, his eyes still a little above mine even with him sitting down.
I had the feeling that those steel-gray eyes saw straight through my defenses, and my sheer ambivalence about it, the conflict between the part of me that couldn’t help wanting him to see and the part that felt desperately afraid of what it meant, made me feel faint.
“Let’s get you out of these stolen clothes,” he said quietly, his fingers finding the hem of the t-shirt I’d taken from the apartment downstairs.
He pulled it slowly over my head, his movements unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world.
“Do you understand what you did wrong today, Little Lulu?”
“I… I ran away,” I whispered, my voice sounding small and childish even to my own ears.
“Yes,” he agreed, folding the shirt neatly and setting it aside.
I trembled as he drew the pink sports bra over my head, too, and laid it atop the t-shirt.
“You ran away from your daddies who take care of you. You stole from innocent people. You cut off the collar I gave you to keep you safe.” His fingers traced the sensitive skin where my collar had been. “That was very, very naughty of you.”
I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble. “I was scared.”
“I know you were, baby girl. But running away isn’t how we handle being scared, is it?” His hands moved to the drawstring of the sweatpants, untying it with deliberate slowness.
“No, Daddy,” I answered, my voice rising to a higher pitch as I slipped deeper into the role he’d created for me—the role that part of me seemed to crave despite my desperate bid for freedom.
“What should you have done instead?” he asked, beginning to ease the sweatpants down over my hips.
“I should have talked to you about being scared,” I answered, tears welling in my eyes. I felt so small standing there, being undressed like a child who’d gotten dirty playing outside.
“That’s right,” Jax said, nodding approvingly. He bent down and untied my shoes. I felt paradoxically terrified and cared for as he took each shoe off and set it neatly to the side.
“Your daddy is here to help you with scary feelings,” he continued.
The sweatpants pooled around my ankles, revealing the aluminum foil over the sagging granny panties beneath. “Step out.”
I obeyed, lifting each foot in turn as he guided me. Standing there in just the oversized underwear and my DIY aluminum diaper, I felt utterly vulnerable and childish.
“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice firm, but not unkind, “you will return these clothes to the nice couple on sixteen. You will apologize to them for breaking into their home and stealing their belongings. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, a tear spilling down my cheek. The thought of facing the elderly couple whose apartment I’d invaded was mortifying, but I nodded anyway.
Jax examined the makeshift interference device around my pussy and bottom. Instead of anger, his expression showed a flicker of appreciation.
“This,” Jax said, tapping the foil between my legs, “demonstrates quite a lot of intelligence, Little Lulu. Most girls wouldn’t have thought to use aluminum foil as a Faraday cage.
” His lips curved into an appreciative smile.
“You must have overheard my conversation with Esme about the perineal sensor we placed between your legs.”
I nodded, my cheeks burning with humiliation. “I… I heard you talking about it.”
Jax held up his wrist, showing me his sleek black watch. The digital display showed a pulsing question mark instead of numbers. “See this? Your clever little diaper has completely blocked the signal. My watch can’t read how aroused you are, or locate you.”
My stomach dropped at the confirmation that they’d been monitoring me so intimately. Even my most private bodily responses weren’t my own.
“But,” Jax continued, his voice suddenly low and terribly decisive, “I’m going to make a prediction.
When I remove this aluminum shield, my watch is going to show a number.
And that number will tell me exactly how aroused you are at the thought of being whipped by your daddy and then used by Daddy Rudy and Daddy Mateo. ”
I shook my head frantically. “No, I’m not—I don’t want?—”
“I think,” Jax interrupted, his eyes locked with mine, “my watch will show a 9. That means you’re getting very close to coming just thinking about it.”
My face twisted into what I knew must be a helpless pout of mingled shame and need. “That’s not true,” I protested weakly.
Without further discussion, Jax reached between my legs and peeled away the foil diaper I’d crafted so carefully. The crinkle of the aluminum being removed seemed deafening in the quiet room. A soft beep came from his wrist. He looked down at his watch, then held it up for me to see.
The number 9 glowed on the display.
“Look at that,” he murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Daddy knows his little girl so well.”
I stared at the glowing number, mortified that my body had betrayed me so completely. The watch confirmed what I’d been desperately trying to deny—that some part of me craved exactly what Jax had promised to give me.
“No,” I whispered, even as my thighs pressed together, seeking pressure, seeking friction. “That’s not… it can’t be right.”
Jax’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the borrowed granny panties, slowly peeling them down my thighs. The fabric was visibly damp at the gusset, providing undeniable evidence of my arousal.
“Your body doesn’t lie, Little Lulu,” Jax said softly. “No matter what your mind tries to tell you.”
The panties joined the sweatpants on the floor, leaving me completely naked again. Suddenly Jax thrust his hand between my thighs, his fingers cupping my bare pussy possessively. I cried out, my back arching at the unexpected touch.
“Look at my watch, Little Lulu,” he commanded, turning his wrist so I could see the display. The number had changed.
“It’s 10 now,” he murmured, his fingers beginning to work against my sensitive flesh. “Do you know what that means?”
I couldn’t answer, could barely breathe as his skilled fingers circled my clit, then dipped into my embarrassingly wet entrance. My hips bucked against his hand involuntarily.
The number on his watch suddenly turned red and began to flash. My pussy clenched hard around his invasive fingers as understanding dawned on me through the haze of unwanted pleasure.
“The flashing…” I gasped, my hips jerking uncontrollably, “it’s telling you I’m about to?—”
Before I could finish the sentence, before the building wave could crest, Jax abruptly withdrew his hand. I whimpered at the loss, my body trembling on the edge of release.
“Look how wet you’ve gotten, baby girl,” he said, holding his glistening fingers up between our faces. His hand was coated with my arousal, creamy and undeniable. “All this from being caught running away. From knowing what’s coming next.”
“Please,” I whispered, as usual with no idea what I was begging for.
“Clean Daddy’s fingers,” he ordered, pressing them against my lips. “Taste how excited you are about your punishment and your new daddies’ cocks.”
My face burning with shame, I opened my mouth and took his fingers inside. I licked my own wetness from his skin, the musky taste of my arousal filling my senses as Rudy and Mateo watched from the doorway.
When his hand was clean, Jax withdrew his fingers and stood, towering over me. His hands went to his belt buckle.
“Get ready for Daddy’s belt, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice becoming a growl that made everything inside me clench with fear and anticipation. “Remember what you learned the first time I whipped you. You’ve been a bad girl, and it’s time to learn your lesson.”