Chapter 4
TABITHA
For a moment, the world itself seems to freeze around me as my brain scrambles to make sense of what I’m seeing and hearing. Because there is no possible way this man just told me he wants me to wear a diaper.
I must be hallucinating. Or dreaming. Maybe I’m just more hungover than I realized.
“While I’m… what?” I ask, my voice scratchy from the sudden dryness in my throat.
Gripping my ankles in one hand, he raises them straight up in the air, lifting my bottom from the towel as he slides something soft and fluffy beneath me.
“While you’re wearing your diaper. The powder isn’t necessary, of course, and my brothers don’t use it very often at all.
But I’m rather fond of the scent, so I made it a point to have some sent over in your new diaper bag. ”
“But I don’t wear diapers! I’m not a baby!”
“Oh, but you absolutely are, little Tabby.” He lowers my legs again, a smile curving his lips as he wraps the cotton around my hips.
“You are Daddy’s very itty-bitty baby. Which means diapers and bottles and highchairs.
I had considered waiting until we got home to begin your…
I suppose transformation is the right word, though it sounds rather dramatic.
But anyway, your Uncle Axel can tell you that it’s in everyone’s best interest for a Daddy to begin as he means to go on. ”
Tears prick my eyes, and I can barely see the gorgeous, fluffy dress as he works it over my head. “But I don’t wanna be a baby,” I whisper.
“I know it probably feels very strange right now, but you’ll get used to it.” Moving me as if I weigh no more than a rag doll, he sits me up on the bed and finishes dressing me. “There. All set for our trip to Utopia.”
“To where?”
“Utopia,” he repeats, his smile widening. “Since you didn’t have any reasonable suggestions for breakfast, I thought we could head to my friend Baze’s hotel for some food and to let you play a bit before we have to catch our flight.”
Pulling a pair of white Mary Janes and frilly white socks from the Bag O’ Horrors, he kneels in front of me and grabs a foot. “Maybe I don’t wanna play.”
I’m pouting. Like really pouting, my bottom lip pushed out so far you could land a plane on it.
Which probably isn’t doing anything for my “I’m not a baby” argument, but I don’t really care.
This is ridiculous. It’s one thing to call this strange man Daddy and let him bathe me in the privacy of his hotel room—the memory of that is enough to have my cheeks flushing with remembered pleasure and humiliation—but going out in public is another issue altogether.
“You don’t have to play, but I think you’d probably have a lot of fun if you did.” He moves to my other foot and slips a sock on. “There are also plenty of places to go shopping if you’d prefer to do that.”
“Shopping?” I’d done a little window shopping before I hit the casino last night, but even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t worry about money until I got back home, I couldn’t quite convince myself to go too wild.
But if he wants to try and buy my affection, maybe I should let him. Maybe I deserve to let him spoil me after everything he’s put me through today.
And everything that’s still yet to come.
With me dressed, he rises to his feet again and points at me. “You sit right there while Daddy changes out of these wet clothes.”
I could run. But if I did, where would I go? I have no idea where I am or how to escape.
So I sit and I nod obediently, ignoring the voice in the back of my head screaming at me to at least try. “Yes, Daddy.”
A bright smile stretches across his face.
“Good girl.” Turning away, he moves to the closet and pulls out a fresh suit.
I watch as he pops open the buttons of the white shirt currently plastered to his chest. Saliva pools in my mouth as he exposes the etched lines of his chest and stomach.
A smattering of dark hair covers his torso, and though I’ve never found body hair particularly sexy, my fingers practically itch with the need to touch him, to feel those coarse hairs beneath my palms.
I glance up and catch him smirking at me as he shrugs out of his shirt and reaches for the button of his pants. Heat blooms in my cheeks and I drop my gaze to the floor. But I can’t resist peeking up at him, and the fire in my cheeks burns even hotter at the giant bulge in his boxer shorts.
“As I was saying.” His amused voice jerks my attention up to his ridiculously handsome face.
“There are plenty of places to go shopping in Utopia as well as the rest of the strip. But only good girls get spoiled with presents. Naughty girls get their diapers pulled down and their bare bottoms spanked. Understood?”
“You can’t spank me in public!”
Pausing in the act of buttoning his shirt, he pins me with a serious look. “I can, and will spank you in public if I think you need it. Keep that in mind if you want to be naughty.”
I’m not naughty. I’m never naughty. But something about the threat has rebellion rising in my chest, threatening to break free. “You can’t do that. You’ll get arrested.”
Fully dressed once more, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to a metal door I hadn’t noticed before.
An elevator, right in his room. “Maybe. But my family has plenty of money to… grease the wheels, as they say. Another thing you should keep in mind if you decide you want to try and make a fuss or draw any attention our way in some misguided escape attempt. Even if you managed to get me arrested, I can promise you it wouldn’t stick, and that any time I spent in a jail cell would be used to construct the perfect punishments for my naughty, naughty girl. ”
Whatever rebellion I’d been feeling fades. “Punishments? Like more than just a spanking?”
“Mmhmm. Like, perhaps a spanking, and then getting your pretty bottom fucked raw, and then maybe being forced to wear a pacifier all day in public as a reminder that you are only a very Little girl. Just to start.”
All of that sounds positively horrible.
So why is my pussy clenching like he’s just said something really sexy?
I don’t have much time to contemplate my reaction before he ushers me into the back of a sleek black SUV. The driver nods once, and then glides into traffic.
Turning my head, I pretend to watch the Vegas scenery out the window as we drive. But in reality, I’m not seeing the gorgeous architecture or the colorful people.
I’m only seeing my freedom, slipping further and further away with every passing block.
Tabitha
Utopia is, from the outside, like any other hotel in Vegas. Ornate and flashy and so big I have to tilt my head all the way back to see the top. And even then, the sun nearly blinds me as I stare straight up at the sky.
“We need to get you some sunglasses,” Daddy mutters. “And sunblock. Even if you’re only going to be outside for a little bit, I don’t want my baby to burn.”
God help me, it almost sounds like he–like he cares about me.
But that’s ridiculous. We barely know each other. And for most of our waking time together, I was apparently drunk off my ass. Too drunk to remember him recording me while I rode him like some… some… I don’t even know what, because I’m not that kind of girl. Wild and reckless and sexy.
You were last night. And he has the video to prove it.
My cheeks heat at the memory of watching myself on his phone screen, riding him with such careless abandon. If I can be that girl when I’m drunk, maybe I can be that girl when I’m sober.
Maybe.
But probably not.
Feeling somewhat dejected by that thought, I allow him to lead me past the guards at the entrance of Utopia.
And into the most colorful, noisiest, insane hotel I have ever seen in my life.
What is this place?
A tall man with a broad, welcoming smile crosses the marble lobby to greet us. “Colt. Lovely to see you again. And is this your Little girl?”
“She is.” Daddy beams down at me. “Tabby, meet Mr. Baze. Baze, this is my Tabitha.”
Wordlessly, I accept the hand the other man holds out for me to shake.
“She’s precious.” Straightening, Mr. Baze looks around and shakes his head.
“My Luna is… somewhere. Making trouble, most likely. But there’s a breakfast buffet as well as sit-down service.
The restaurant makes the best waffles ever, so I’m told. ”
Seemingly out of nowhere, a blur of motion comes racing toward us. “Daddy, Daddy, are they here?”
Mr. Baze turns, catching the blur and swinging her up in his arms with a laugh. “They are. But what are the rules about running indoors, Luna Luciana?”
The blur, which I realize now was actually a woman dressed in a cute fluffy dress much like my own only in shades of pink instead of blue, blushes bright red. “Umm I’m not s’posed to. But I was too excited!”
“Hmm, well, we’ll have to see how excited you are about getting your naughty bottom spanked. But first, say hello to Tabby.”
Luna waves so hard, I’m a little concerned she might sprain her wrist. “Hi, Tabby! I’m so happy to meet you! Mr. Colt told my Daddy all about you.”
“He did?” Frowning, I look up at Daddy—Colt. His name is Colt, though it feels… odd to think of him that way after calling him Daddy all morning. “What did you tell him?”
“That you are adorable and sweet and a bundle of energy,” Daddy says with a chuckle of his own.
Sweet, I can see. But the other things? Not so much.
I don’t want to make a scene though, so I just smile up at Mr. Baze and Luna. “It’s nice to meet you too. This is a really, um, nice hotel.”
Mr. Baze tosses his head back and lets out a loud laugh.
“You’re allowed to say it’s overwhelming.
Even my Luna gets a bit overstimulated here some days.
But I’m sure your Daddy will take good care of you.
” Juggling Luna in his arms, Mr. Baze winks at me.
“In the meantime, I have a naughty Little girl to deal with, but I’ll be around if you need anything. ”
The pair turn and walk away, with Luna protesting the entire time that she shouldn’t get a spanking for one reason or another. As I watch them leave, a million questions tumble about in my mind. “If I run inside, will I get spanked?”
“Yes, little firecracker. Anything that could put you in danger will get that naughty bottom of yours spanked, and unlike Mr. Baze, I won’t be nice enough to take you somewhere private to do it. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I don’t want to be naughty. I definitely don’t want to risk getting spanked in public.
…Do I?