Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Orion
Fuck, she’s responsive. I suspected she would enjoy being spanked, but there’s no certainty until one tries it. It’s a unique experience.
She’s panting and limp, so sated that it will be hard for her to hold herself up. She’s going to need to rest for a while.
I remove the pillow from between her legs and then lift her hips a few inches to slide that one out from under her. Rolling her to her back, I sit on the edge of the bed and smile at her.
My cock is so fucking hard, but it will wait. My girl isn’t quite ready to take me inside her. I’ve overwhelmed her today. Even though she slept in my arms earlier, she’s exhausted from years of stress and hard work.
She has the most precious look on her face, and she isn’t even trying to cover her nudity. I lift her hands, kiss her knuckles, and bring them over her head. Being careful with her injured wrist, I hold both hands in one of mine.
Cora whimpers, as I suspected she would. Stretching her out like this and holding her down makes her feel vulnerable. Her breasts are high and tight, the nipples hard points, calling to me. Her bottom has to burn against the bedding.
I drag my finger down from her forehead, over her button nose, and then across her lips. When she parts them, I slide my pointer into her mouth. “Suck, Little doll,” I say in a soft voice.
She stares up at me, breathing heavily, as she obeys me, drawing my finger into her warmth and suckling. She even strokes it with her tongue. It’s instinctive and exactly what I’ll expect her to do with my cock.
She’s already taken a pacifier and a bottle. Suckling my finger should not feel extremely odd. She’s accepting my demand with ease, even moaning as she hollows her cheeks around the digit.
I lean closer and press my finger slightly deeper. “Such a good girl. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
She purrs, her lower body squirming as renewed arousal fills the air.
When she pulls her legs together and draws her knees up, I shake my head. “Knees open, Little doll,” I order.
Cora sucks harder, bucking her sweet body. My demands make her so horny that my cock can’t help but thicken further. Her scent is so strong in the cabin, it’s a wonder I don’t come in my jeans.
I press my pointer against her tongue. “Knees, naughty girl.”
Trembling, she obeys me.
“Good girl. I know the bond is powerful. It’s consuming you, and it will continue to do so for a very long time. There is still so much you will learn about the ways of my people.”
She moans, her tongue expertly stroking my finger as if she’s practiced this a million times.
Finally, I remove my pointer from her mouth. While she’s panting, I reach down and thrust it into her cunt. Grinding my palm against her clit, I stroke the top of her channel. “Come again for me, sweetness.”
My perfect Little mate orgasms so hard that her pussy strangles my finger. It’s so fucking sexy.
It’s time to introduce her to another aspect of her new life. Now, while she’s limp and beyond sated. First, I remove my finger and suck her juices from the digit.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she watches me.
When I’m done, I release her wrists, open the drawer on the nightstand, and grab a pacifier. She whimpers when I stroke her lips with it.
I narrow my eyes slightly, needing her to sense my dominance. “Take the pacifier, Little doll. It will help soothe you.” I tap her mouth again.
She opens for me like a baby bird and immediately sucks the nipple as if her life depends on it.
There’s no doubt she needs to pee. She hasn’t gone since she arrived.
After grabbing a diaper from the bottom drawer of the nightstand, I open it up and lift her ankles again to slide it under her bottom.
Cora gasps, eyes wide. She lowers her arms to her sides, spits out the pacifier, and raises onto her elbows. “Daddy…”
I gently lower her down flat, put the nipple back in her mouth, and hold it there.
“Suck, Little doll. Let the pacifier comfort you. Relax your body. I won’t always diaper you, but the decision will always be mine.
You will not question me. Diapering you is one of the ways I will show my devotion to you by taking care of your most basic needs.
For you, using a diaper will show me your willingness to submit to Daddy. ”
She pulls her knees together and fists her hands at her sides.
I stroke her hair back from her face and kiss her forehead. “I know my practices seem odd right now, but you’ll get used to them, Little doll. I promise.”
When I reach down and palm her wet pussy, she digs her heels into the mattress and bucks her hips off the bed.
I stroke my middle finger through her eager folds, loving how pretty she is when she submits to me. She can’t help herself. She was chosen for me. It doesn’t matter that she may have never heard of this way of life. In time, she will not only accept it but thrive in her new environment.
This is how it’s always been since the beginning of time. Lion shifters enter into bonded relationships with human females. We protect them with our lives, and we treat them like spun gold.
Yes, we expect our mates to submit deeply to us, but it’s as natural as breathing. Cora will learn the ways of my people. In no time at all, she will stop questioning our customs. She will not only accept her new life but always flourish under my guidance.
She’s had such beautiful orgasms for me, but she’s still aroused.
Her body won’t be fully sated for months.
It’s part of the bonding process. Even though I’m the one with a heightened sense of smell, Cora subconsciously scents me, too.
She can’t resist the pull. It’s an undeniable part of our connection.
I press her pelvis downward with the heel of my palm as I slide my middle finger into her soaked cunt. “Relax your bottom against the diaper, Little doll,” I encourage, knowing my voice itself lures her. It’s almost hypnotic. She craves the tone and will find it hard to deny me anything.
Cora is stubborn, though. She lifts her hips higher, moaning around the pacifier. While one side of her is encouraging her to push back against me, the other side of her is nudging her to submit. The latter will win. I just need to be patient.
I’m not playing fair. I never will. I have resources at my disposal, and I intend to put them all to use. Namely, the ability to keep her so horny that she can’t find the will to disobey me.
Easing my finger in and out as slowly as possible, I whisper to my girl in a tone that’s like a siren to her. “Lower your naughty bottom, Little doll. Submit…” I let that word roll off my tongue, luring her. My voice is soft, encouraging, hypnotizing.
She moans, her head rolling back and forth. Sucking harder on the pacifier, she drops her bottom to the diaper. She’s reluctant, but she can’t actually help herself.
“That’s a good girl. Spread your knees for me, sweetness. Open your pussy wide.”
She parts her legs farther, her little body trembling with desperation—both to please me and from lust.
Still fingering her pussy, I lower my lips to her forehead and kiss her, taking my time, inhaling her scent. Fuck, she smells so good now that she’s covered in my soap and my pheromones. The foul, smokey scent is gone.
I kiss a path to her ear and whisper, “Do you want Daddy to service your cunt again, Little doll?”
The low rumble that bubbles up out of her throat is fucking sexy.
I nibble on her ear and murmur, “That’s my good girl. Follow your heart. You know instinctively what to do. Don’t fight it.”
Angling my finger upward, I find her soft G-spot and flick it rapidly until she comes again for me. She’s tired, but her body obeys me anyway, and the scent of her orgasm filling the cabin makes me harder every time.
I need her like a drug. And I will have her. But not yet.
After easing my finger out of her, I once again suck her juices from the digit, watching my girl as she flushes from embarrassment. When I’m done tormenting her, I reach between her legs, pull the front of the diaper up, and fasten it at her hips.
Palming her pussy again over the absorbent material, I meet her gaze.
“Let your bladder relax, Little doll. I know it’s hard the first time, but you’ll get used to it.
Wetting yourself is the deepest way you can submit to me.
Every time you do so, you’re showing me your devotion and trust. For a lion shifter, this deep level of care is innate.
It’s in my blood. Unavoidable. Give yourself to Daddy. Follow your instincts.”
She’s stiff for several more seconds, suckling hard. The pacifier will help her submit by drawing her into a headspace she’s not familiar with.
I move my palm to her tummy and press against her bladder, encouraging her.
She hums long and low, fighting the need to pee.
I’ll always be patient with her, but especially today. I’ve asked a lot of her in a short amount of time. I couldn’t have known until she was in my life how gradually I would have introduced her to my customs. But she’s here now, and she’s submitting faster than I expected.
It’s the bond. My serum runs through her blood, making it difficult for her to deny me. She wants to please me. She wants it so badly that she’s consumed. Her human mind is fighting, but she has my essence in her bloodstream now, and she will obey the call.
When she releases her bladder, I give her a smile. “That’s my good girl.” I can’t praise her enough. She thrives on my kind words. It will be easier for her to accept her new norm if I’m exuberant with my praise.
My girl has been deprived of kindness and human contact. She’s been so mistreated and sheltered for the past four years that she hasn’t even known pleasure, not even by her own hand.
That’s going to change. Cora will experience so much pleasure for the rest of her life that it will erase the years of ugliness.
I’m so in love with her that my heart aches to consummate our union.