Chapter 9
VANESSA
Everything hurts.
Groaning at the various aches and pains making themselves known all throughout my body, I roll onto my back—or at least, I try to. But my progress is impeded by something large and hard and warm, and it takes my brain several long seconds to reconnect with reality.
Daddy.
Just like that, the memories come flooding back. Marjorie. Being hunted like an animal through the woods. Almost escaping, and being captured at the last minute. Painful punishments, a wedding, and an even more painful consummation.
Is it really considered a consummation if he only fucks you in the ass?
Something to ask the courts about when I do manage to escape.
“Good morning, little fox.”
At the sound of his low, rumbling voice, my muscles immediately lock up, as if my entire body is bracing to run. “It is morning, yes.”
I refuse to engage in pleasantries with a man who beat me and violated me in the most horrific ways imaginable and forced me to enjoy said violation.
Chuckling quietly, he pulls me tighter against him. “We’re up early. The festivities probably won’t begin for a little while yet. Would you like your wedding present now or after brunch?”
“I want you to let me go home.”
Even as I say the words, I know it’s a futile plea. A suspicion that’s confirmed when he sighs and pats my diapered bottom.
Jesus. The fucking diaper. How could I have forgotten about that? At least he took the plug out of my ass at some point last night, though the thought isn’t as much comfort as I would like.
“You are home, little fox. I know it’s going to take some time for you to accept that, but you will. For now, since you don’t want to answer Daddy’s questions, Daddy will just decide for you.”
Before I can snap at him that I’m not interested in letting him decide a goddamn thing for me, he pushes on my stomach. My bladder, which is already feeling rather full, protests immediately and I have to squeeze my legs together to avoid pissing myself.
“What are you doing? Stop that!”
But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he only increases the pressure on my bladder as I squirm against his hold. “You need to potty, Vanessa. We don’t want you getting an infection.”
“Then let me go to the bathroom!”
He growls—actually growls—low in my ear. “That’s what I’m trying to do, little girl. Settle down and let Daddy help you.”
“No! I’m not peeing in a fucking diaper!”
The pressure on my bladder eases, but I don’t have time to feel any kind of relief before pain explodes across my hip. “Do you want to start your day with a mouth full of soap, Vanessa Dawn?”
I really fucking don’t. “No,” I reply sulkily, rubbing at the spot on my leg where he swatted me.
“Consider that your only warning, little girl. The next time I have to correct your language, you will be tasting soap all day. Am I understood?”
“Yeah.”
Another swat lands, and tears fill my eyes, shocking me. The spanks hurt, though not nearly as much as what he put me through yesterday. But there’s something about having my hip swatted that makes me feel so much smaller than an actual spanking.
“How do you address me, little fox?”
God, he’s really going to make me call him Daddy, isn’t he? Stubbornness sits heavy in my chest and I clamp my lips together in pure defiance.
“Vanessa.” The warning is clear in his voice and a shudder racks my entire body in response. “Answer me correctly or after you use your diaper I will peel it off you and spank your bottom red.”
At the mere mention of another spanking, my ass instinctively clenches, which only serves to remind me of how thoroughly I was punished and fucked the day before. And because I am desperate to avoid a repeat performance, I swallow my own stubborn pride and force the words he wants from my throat.
“Yes… Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His voice is low and growly, but not like it is when he’s angry. This is a different kind of reverberation, one that echoes along my skin the same way it echoes in my ears. My pussy spasms at the sound of it, and I have to bite back a whimper of need.
The pressure returns to my bladder as Dane’s lips brush over the sensitive skin along the side of my neck. “Be a good girl for Daddy and use your diaper, little fox.”
“Wh-what’s in it for me?”
Behind me, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Are you trying to negotiate, little one?”
Clenching my thighs together against the growing urge to pee, I turn my head as much as I’m able to look at him. “It only seems fair that if I get punished for not obeying that I should be rewarded for obeying.”
“Clever little fox,” he murmurs, and fuck me if my heart doesn’t trip a little at the sound of his praise. “Fair enough, then. Use your diaper and Daddy will eat your pretty pussy afterward.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of giving me another chance at escape.”
A wicked gleam lights his eyes. “You’ll have to be very, very good to earn that, little girl.”
It’s not a flat-out “No”, which is honestly what I was expecting. Clinging to that promise, however vague and shadowy it might be, I nod. “All right. One orgasm in exchange for pissing myself in your bed.”
“Seems like a good deal to me.”
I would still rather have the chance to escape, but since he didn’t outright refuse my request, I’m not going to argue.
If I need to be a good girl to earn that chance, then I’ll damn well be the goodest girl this family has ever seen.
With that in mind, I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on relaxing my pelvic floor or whatever it is keeping me from peeing myself. Waterfalls… a gentle spring rain… the creek behind grandma’s house.
Soon, my body gives in to the pressure—both physical and mental as Dane is still pressing on my bladder—and I can feel my diaper filling with urine. Which is exactly as gross as I’d expected it to feel.
“Can you get this thing off me, now? It’s… wet.”
“As you wish, little one.”
Rolling off the bed, he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to a closed door. It takes him a moment to juggle the weight of me in his arms, but he manages to push the door open and we step into another room.
Not a bathroom, as I’d expected, but a bedroom of sorts. No… Not a bedroom.
A huge fucking nursery.
The walls are all painted a pale blue as a background, but only about half the wall is simply blue.
From the floor up are layers and layers of pine trees, interspersed with various animals.
Some are running like normal animals, while others are engaged in distinctly more human activities.
There’s a group dancing, another group having a tea party together—complete with giant floppy hats—and yet another group of animals appears to be in a serious discussion over the book they each hold in their hands.
“Holy sh—crap. This is gorgeous.”
“It’s just something I’ve been doodling.”
As Dane lays me down on a tall bed of sorts, I stare up at him. “You painted all this?”
To my utter shock, pink colors what’s visible of his cheeks above his bushy beard. “Like I said, it’s just something I’ve been doodling. We can paint over it if you’d like something different.”
“Don’t you dare.”
I shouldn’t feel so possessive over a room that I won’t be inhabiting for very long if I have my way about it. But that’s exactly what I feel. The very thought of anyone erasing his shockingly whimsical art fills me with a rage I can’t quite explain.
Laughing again, he peels the diaper from me and throws it in an odd-looking trash bin. “Calm down, little fox. Nobody will take it from you if you don’t want.”
“Well, good,” I reply with an annoyed huff of air.
“Mmm.” A wicked grin curves his lips as he hooks his arms under my knees and hauls me down to the end of the table. “You made such a mess in your diaper, babygirl. Time for Daddy to… clean you up.”
It takes a moment for my brain to catch up with what he’s saying. And by the time it does, he’s already ducking his head, his tongue hovering dangerously close to my soaked pussy.
“Wait! You haven’t—You haven’t wiped me yet.”
The grin on his face shifts to a smirk. “I told you. Daddy is going to clean you up.”
Horrified, I watch as he runs his tongue up through my folds, to my clit. His happy hum vibrates against my swollen nub. “You taste delicious, little fox.”
Okay, well, clearly it’s not possible to actually die of humiliation because if it was, this moment would have done me in. “Oh. My. God. What is wrong with you?”
“So much that you can’t even fathom, my adorable little fox.”
And then my mind goes blank as pleasure floods my body.
Reaching for him, I tangle my fingers in his hair as I arch up, lifting my hips to meet his hungry mouth.
Teeth and tongue graze over my sensitive nerves, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice is screaming that we shouldn't be enjoying this, shouldn’t be encouraging him, but I’m too far gone to care.
I was promised an orgasm if I debased myself for him, and I’m damn well going to get it.
Just when I’m about to go flying, he pulls back with another soft hum, his fingers pushing deep inside me. A sob of protest bursts out of me and I tug on his hair, desperate to get him back to where I want him.
Where I burn for him.
“Impatient Little girl,” he scolds with a quiet laugh.
“Very.” There’s no use in denying it when I’ve been all but fucking his face for the past few minutes.
“Ask Daddy to let you come, and you can have all the pleasure you want, little one.”
My hands go still in his hair, my body freezing beneath him even as he continues to finger-fuck me toward oblivion. “That wasn’t the deal.”
“I’m amending the deal. Daddy privilege.”
“You fu—”
Heat flashes in his eyes when he lifts his head to glare at me. “Careful, little one. I can easily change this to a punishment if you start swearing at me again.”
Again I swallow my pride, though it sticks in my throat even more now than before. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Good girl. Now… ask Daddy to let you come, or I will leave you on edge the rest of the day and you won’t be allowed any relief even when I fuck your bottom later.”
Being fucked the “naughty girl way” was bad enough with an orgasm. I am very, very certain I don’t want to experience it without the benefit of one. “Will… Will you please make me come?”
“Oh, my clever little fox. You can do better than that.”
A gasp rips from my throat as he curls his fingers, hitting that sacred spot inside me that has my vision going dark at the edges. The need for release is growing more and more urgent, to the point I worry something inside me might rupture if I don’t come right fucking now.
“Please,” I whisper, grinding myself against his hand with wanton abandon. “Please let me come.”
“Who am I, Vanessa? Whose face do you want to come all over?”
Fuck me. It’s not enough for him to humiliate me, hurt me, debase me, he wants me to call him Daddy while he does it?
Worse than that, I already know I’m going to give in. As the pressure in my core grows, so does my desperation, and my willingness to do whatever it takes to be granted my release.
But I manage to hold out a little while longer. Until the need inside me reaches a point I can no longer defend myself against it, until I am nothing but a creature of desire and desperation. Then, and only then, do I give him what he wants.
“Please, Daddy!” My cries echo off the walls of the nursery. “Please, Daddy, please make me come!”
“That’s my good girl. Come for Daddy, little fox.”
He lowers his head, capturing my swollen clit between his lips and sucking hard. Pleasure explodes inside me, and the world goes black as I scream and buck against his hand and mouth.
For what seems to be an eternity, he continues to work my over-sensitive nerves, until he’s finally drained every ounce of pleasure from my body. I’m vaguely aware of soft cotton wrapping around my lower half before he scoops me up into his arms.
“Come on, little fox. Daddy has a surprise for you.”