Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
Carina jerked awake to see sunlight filling the beautiful room. Panicking at the thought she was late for work, Carina felt her heart racing into overdrive as her muscles contracted. A warm hand stroked over her back.
“You are fine, Little girl. It’s Sunday.”
“Ohhh!” She exhaled a shaky breath and focused on relaxing the tension in her shoulders. Marcus leaned forward to kiss her lightly. He didn’t need to go far. She’d cuddle close to his body immediately, using his shoulder as her pillow.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”
“I did.” Carina shifted and grimaced a bit as her bottom reminded her of the spanking she’d received last night.
“Ouchie?” he asked, stroking her bottom.
Carina’s cheeks heated as she nodded. He acted so normal about her punishment, giving her the impression she’d regularly end up over his lap.
She squeezed her inner thighs together, trying to convince herself his chiseled form pressed to hers was the only reason for her arousal.
Surely, the idea of him spanking her didn’t turn her on!
His low chuckle told her he knew her inner turmoil. She studied him suspiciously. “Are you reading my mind?”
“No, Little girl. I’m reading your body language. Your heat is radiating toward me, and your muscles are tensing. The fire in your eyes tells me when I do this.” He squeezed her bottom. When she winced, he nibbled at her neck. She shivered as he traced her jugular with the tip of his tongue.
The tingling wet trail consumed her attention completely. His low rumbling words weaved themselves into her looming fantasy of him biting her again. “If I torment your punished cheeks, the discomfort fuels a need inside you. Shall Daddy help you?”
“Please,” slipped from her lips.
The flat of his tongue pressed to her skin gliding the opposite direction back toward her jawline.
This time when he raised his head, Carina grabbed his head and pulled his lips to hers.
Her hunger for him exploded as his flavor filled her mouth.
Carina wiggled closer, erasing any space between them.
She smiled against his lips when Marcus anchored her against his body and rolled.
She loved that he wanted her as much as she desired him.
Parting her legs, Carina dropped her knees to the mattress below her, rotated her hips on his already hard shaft, and slid his erection through her intimate folds.
The length of his cock fit perfectly against her pussy and glided over sensitive spots that sent thrills through her.
“So good,” she moaned as she shifted. Their movements created intimate noises that might have embarrassed her, but this was Marcus. Everything that pleased her was welcome. “I’m so wet for you.”
“Fuck, Little girl. Your hot pussy is pure temptation.” He grabbed her still-pink buttocks and squeezed. His fingers bit into the punished skin, reminding her of his control and his heavy hand which had delivered his judgement. “I need to be inside you.”
Effortlessly, he lifted her with one arm to fit the broad head of his erection at the entrance of her pussy. “Tell me you want my cock, Little girl. Beg me to fill you.”
She froze for a second as she processed his demand. His hand smacked her bottom hard. “Now, Little girl,” he growled.
Carina opened her lips and whispered, “Daddy? I need you.”
“What exactly do you need, Carina? Tell Daddy.”
She swallowed hard, gathering her bravery. He wouldn’t make fun of her, would he? Carina pushed away her embarrassment. With him, she could be honest, even if she was scared. She forced the words from her mouth.
“Daddy, fill me with your cock. I need you.”
His roar of approval made her ears ring. She glimpsed his fangs as they descended. A thrill zinged through her as Carina realized the power she held over him. Her submission fueled his arousal. Before she could lose herself in that revelation, Marcus lowered her, stretching her passage around him.
The breath gushed from her mouth as he thrust upward to meet her descent. He claimed all the space inside her, pinning her down flush against his pelvis. The muscles stood out on his chest and arms as Marcus visibly held himself in check to allow her to adjust.
“Let go, Daddy,” she whispered and grabbed his biceps to steady herself as he hauled her up and dropped her again on his cock.
Her head fell backward as he triggered so many sensitive spots inside her tight channel.
He repeated the action until time seemed to stop.
She bit her lips as the need to come built to an intense level. “Daddy,” she moaned.
Marcus shifted his hips slightly and ground the root of his cock against her.
Pleasure exploded inside her, shaking her body with its force.
Marcus brushed his thumb across her clit, pushing the whirling sensations higher.
Carina relied on her Daddy’s support as her climax went on until her vision dimmed.
Only when she swayed did he lessen his touch to allow her to recover as he curled his torso up to hug her tight.
She laid her head on his shoulder as she recovered her strength and breath.
Feeling naughty, Carina pressed her lips to his skin in a sweet kiss before opening her mouth to bite him.
Not lightly. She gripped her teeth on the bulging muscle of his shoulder.
Marcus roared in reaction and wrapped his arms around her to press her back to the mattress.
Never losing their connection, Marcus now loomed over her, supporting himself on his forearms.
Clinging to him as the stability in her world, Carina lifted her thighs around his torso.
Marcus powered into her, rapidly rebuilding the heat inside her.
Carina stretched her chin to the side, offering him her neck, and gasped as he struck.
Just like before, the ecstasy of him feeding from her set off a never-ending orgasm that continued through his climax.
Sliding his teeth from her, Marcus swirled his tongue over her skin. “Little girl, you have enchanted me. You will stay with me forever, mate.”
“Whatever you say, Daddy,” she murmured half asleep once again.
“That’s my good girl.”
Carina woke up in her beautiful crib in the nursery. She reached a hand out from the covers to test the railing that encircled her. It didn’t move. Pushing herself up on one elbow, Carina heard a crinkle. Something elastic gripped her upper legs and waist.
Distracted from the sensation of being penned into the crib, she reached a hand down to her pelvis. The rustling sounded louder as the plastic material moved under her fingertips. A diaper. He had wrapped her in a diaper and placed her in here.
Frantically, she struggled to get the device off, but he’d fitted it expertly around her. She didn’t have wiggle room to shimmy out of the diaper. Immediately, she searched for the tape on the sides to release it.
“Freeze, Carina.”
She glanced up to see Marcus wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans. Damn, he looked good. His hair was wet and tousled around his shoulders, making her want to comb out the long tresses. He held a baby monitor in his hand.
“Daddy put you in your crib to rest. I left for a minute and heard you being naughty.”
“I’m not naughty.” She rushed to assure him. “I don’t need this.” Carina waved at her hips.
“Daddy drank deeply from you, Carina. You will need a very Little day to recover. Today will be a time for bottles, nappies, and rest.”
She stared at him in horror. Surely he was joking. Some Littles in the books she read enjoyed having their Daddies take such intimate care of them. Carina had read those stories, not sure she could ever allow someone to have that much control over her.
Determined to prove to him she was okay, Carina pushed herself up and dropped back to the mattress when the strength of her arms evaporated. She was completely exhausted. A warm, wet heat gathered between her legs. She hadn’t.…
“A very Little day,” he told her again as he paced forward. “Let Daddy help you recover.”
Marcus lowered the railing and ran his fingers through her hair. “Be brave for me, Carina. I love you at all levels of being Little. Don’t allow your self-consciousness to rob you of enjoying this. Concentrate on how it feels to be loved completely.”
He turned back the covers and lifted her from the bed. Carrying her to the changing table, Marcus stretched her comfortably on the padded top and attached the restraining belt across her torso to hold her in place. He pressed his hand on her abdomen.
“No!” she cried and wiggled to get free. Maybe she hadn’t used her diaper earlier. Her face heated as a faint hiss sounded, and the last of her pee soaked into the diaper. She couldn’t pretend or deny what had happened. Carina threw her arm over her face, hiding from him.
“Let’s get you changed, Carina. Then, Daddy’s going to make you a bottle. I bet you’re thirsty, aren’t you?”
She swirled her tongue around, suddenly, desperately parched. “I need a drink, Daddy.”
“Try your pacifier, Carina. That will help.” Marcus guided her arm higher to uncover her mouth before brushing her lips with the device.
Carina opened her mouth and sucked tentatively. Instantly, her urgent need lessened. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“I’ve got you, Little girl. Daddy’s going to help you feel even better than ever.”
He whisked away the old diaper and cleaned her skin carefully with a warm wipe.
She jumped at a clicking sound. What was that?
Carina peeked from under her arm to see her Daddy squeeze a thick substance onto his index finger.
He lifted her legs straight up and bent her knees forward, exposing the small opening between her buttocks.
She didn’t wait for him to touch her to protest. “No, Daddy.”