Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Cora
I can’t believe I just peed myself. I’ve never done such a thing. It’s unfathomable that this is my life now, that I’m so connected and in tune with this lion shifter that I can’t help but obey his odd requests.
He’s so pleased with me that I’m unable to be as unnerved as my mind insists I should be. I’m wearing a diaper, sucking a pacifier. I’ve taken a bottle. I’m naked except for the bulk between my legs.
I belong to this man. I feel it in my soul. He’s going to protect me always, especially from the wrath of my stepfather, who is surely having a full-fledged tantrum right about now.
I’m surprised when Daddy quickly removes the wet diaper, cleans my folds, and then lifts my limp naked body, settling me on his lap. He takes the pacifier away, putting it on the nightstand, and presses my cheek to his chest.
“I’m so proud of you. I know that was hard. Would you like Daddy to give you panties and a shirt now?”
“Please.” My heart is racing. I wasn’t sure if he intended to keep me diapered all the time or not. He said he would be the one to decide when I needed to be diapered. The idea should make me run from the cabin, but I’m drawn to him in a way that makes me want to obey him.
I don’t want to run anywhere. In fact, I can’t stand the idea of even losing skin-on-skin contact with him. I know my strange bond with him was caused by his bite, but it’s so much more powerful than I could have predicted.
It’s possible the bond is also stronger than Daddy expected. He’s pleased, but he seems slightly stunned every step of the way, as if he’s always been told what to expect but wasn’t able to grasp it.
Daddy carefully sets me on my feet. “Are you steady, Little doll?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He rises and takes my hand before leading me toward the large chest of drawers on one side of his bedroom.
I’m totally naked and not nearly as mortified as I should be. My mind knows this is the weirdest day of my life, but my soul tells me it’s also the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
The top drawer of this dresser is so high that I can’t see in it when he opens it. I’m surprised when he pulls out a pair of panties. They’re pale yellow, and he squats down in front of me. “Hold my shoulders, sweetness.”
I grab onto him and lift one foot at a time, letting him pull the soft cotton up my legs and over my bottom, wincing slightly at the sting of the elastic. “Why do you have panties that fit me?”
He gives me a devious grin. “I have many sizes, Little doll. I couldn’t have known how small or large my mate would turn out to be, but I was prepared for any size.”
When he stands again, he pulls out a matching yellow tank top. “Arms up.”
I lift my hands above my head, giggling as he pulls the soft cotton down my body. It’s tight enough that there is no guessing the size of my breasts, and my nipples are hard points pressing against the front of the soft, stretchy material.
Looking down at myself, I quiver. “Please tell me you’re going to give me more clothes.”
“Nope.”
I jerk my gaze up to his. “But I’ll be cold. It’s chilly outside.”
“We’re not outside, Little doll, and I bumped up the temperature in the cabin to keep you warm. Plus, my core temperature is higher than yours. All you have to do is snuggle up to me, and you’ll be comfortable.”
I cock my head to one side. “So you’re intentionally going to keep me in skimpy clothes so I’ll want to press my body against yours?”
He smirks. “I won’t have to keep you cold for you to want to climb onto my lap, Little doll.
The bond will handle that urge. But it will feel nicer if your little body is naked.
” He grips my chin and tips my head back.
“Don’t argue with Daddy, or I’ll take away the clothes I just gave you. Trust me. I like naked much better.”
I purse my lips.
Daddy chuckles as he takes off his T-shirt before swinging me up into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness. I want to feel the wet gusset of your panties against me.”
My face heats because his proclamation alone makes my pussy leak. He’s so evil.
After carrying me to the kitchen, he pulls out a chair and sits at the table. Daddy lifts me by the hips and turns me to face the open laptop. “Spread your legs wide, Little doll. Straddle my thighs. We’re going to order you some clothes.”
I’m suspended above him, confused and hesitant. “My legs?” My feet are dangling. He’s so strong.
“Yes, sweetness. Spread them open.”
When I part my feet, he settles me on his thighs, keeping me snug against his chest with a hand flattened on my stomach. Well, sort of my stomach. His hand is so large that his thumb is pressed against one of my breasts.
I’m practically doing the splits. His thighs are enormous. My sex is wide open between his thick muscular legs. He even has the audacity to open his knees wider.
“Daddy…” The position is obscene, but why do I care? No one can see me except this man who owns me and has proven that several times now with his mouth and fingers.
I grip the edge of the table to balance myself, watching while he jiggles the mouse to bring the computer to life.
“Clothes, Little doll. Let’s place an order.”
We spend the next hour filling various carts with more clothes, shoes, hair bobbles, and toiletries than I’ve owned in most of my life.
It’s hard to focus, though, so I hardly know what Daddy has bought.
The entire time, he has stroked my nipples with his thumb and my clit with his pinky. That’s how much larger than me he is.
When he’s satisfied that his entire closet will be filled with my new wardrobe, he shuts the computer, scoots it away, and manhandles me until I’m sitting on the table, facing him.
“Lie back, sweetness.” His voice is gravelly. I’m learning it’s his sexy tone. The one he uses when he’s about to make my world spin.
It’s hard to focus on anything but the expanse of his bare chest. I was aware of his heat behind me while I was facing away from him on his lap, but now I’m staring at his sculpted abs and broad smooth chest. His hair is hanging loose over his forehead again.
He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen and the first man I’ve ever been interested in.
Not just interested. No. That’s too mild a word. I’m salivating.
I’m so horny. I have been since I met him, but it’s getting worse.
My butt is on the edge of the table as I lie on my back, and Daddy bends my knees and holds them wide.
The coolness of the surface feels good against my hot skin, though the pain from his spanking has mostly dissipated.
I know my panties are soaked. They have been since he put them on me.
“Your scent is so fucking intoxicating, Little doll. You drive me crazy.” He bends his head between my thighs and nuzzles my wet panties.
I cry out, that simple touch is enough to drive me close to the edge of sanity.
“Play with your nipples, sweetness.”
My body stiffens at his order. I’ve never done anything like that before.
“Do it for Daddy. My hands are occupied. I want your nipples hard and tight. Flick them over the top of your tank top.”
Fingers trembling, I do as I’m told. My buds are swollen and sensitive. I nearly shoot off the table as I touch them. I had no idea it would feel so good, but maybe it wouldn’t have before today. Before I was bitten by a lion shifter.
“That’s a good girl. Pinch them. Twist them. Try different things. Find out what feels good.”
I squeak when I pinch them. It feels strange. I do it again, harder, craving the sharp pain.
“So fucking sexy, Cora.” He rubs his nose against the wet cotton between my legs again. “Make yourself come.”
That seems impossible, but maybe I can. I’m certainly getting close.
“Pinch harder and pull on them, Little doll.”
When I follow that instruction, he sucks my pussy over the top of my panties, and I come. Waves of intense pleasure wash through my body. There are no words to describe how good he makes me feel.
My arms are shaking when I finally lower them to my sides.
Daddy leans farther over me and plants a kiss on each nipple over my shirt. “You may not touch your nipples or pussy like that without permission. Understood?”
I gasp. I was lying here thinking about when I might do that again.
“It’s sexy to watch, and I’ll occasionally allow you to finger yourself or play with your tits, but that decision will be mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
I’m not even sure who I am as Daddy helps me up and stands me on the floor. He rarely lets me stand on my own. If he continues to carry me around, I’ll forget how to walk. Not really, of course, but it seems like it.
He sits on the chair in front of me and lifts one of my arms, turning it back and forth. “The bruises are almost gone. How is your wrist?”
“I barely notice it.” I’d almost forgotten. That’s how healed I am. So bizarre.
He continues, examining my other arm before turning me around to face away from him and lifting my tank top over my head. It happens so fast I don’t have a chance to register before I’m standing in nothing but my panties in the middle of his cabin.
It’s hard to ignore the instinct to cover my breasts, but I manage to fist my hands at my sides while he holds one shoulder and looks closely at my back.
“Turn around, Little doll,” he orders.
I bite into my bottom lip as I do his bidding.
His brow is furrowed as he lifts my arms and closely examines my chest and tummy. “Please tell me that asshole never touched you inappropriately.”
“He didn’t,” I murmur. Thank goodness. I would have for sure run away from home if he had.
Daddy lowers my arms and faces me away from him yet again. He pulls my panties down to my knees this time and bends in close to my butt. His fingers dance over my skin, giving me goosebumps. “Does your little bottom hurt from the spanking?”
“Not much, Daddy.” I’m panting. He’s so intense at times. I’ve also forgotten about how hard he swatted me. There had been a good amount of pain at the time, but it’s almost gone now.
I blow out a breath when he finally pulls my panties back up and tugs my shirt over my head. “I need to make dinner, Little doll. Would you like to sit near me and keep me company?”
I smile as I look over my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
There are two bar stools at a small butcher-block island in the kitchen area, and Daddy pulls one of them over toward the sink.
I stare at it, wondering what I’m looking at. The stool is ordinary, but there’s some sort of secondary seat on top of it. I finally realize what it is when Daddy lifts me up and sets me on top.
I giggle. “You really take this caregiver role of yours seriously. A booster seat?” It’s custom made to match the wooden stool.
He smirks. “Don’t want you to fall. Lift your arms out of the way.”
When I do so, he brings leather straps around my waist and then nudges my legs open to lift a third strap up between them.
This one isn’t ordinary at all though. It has a wooden piece about four inches wide that slides into a notch in the seat between my thighs.
I have no idea what the purpose is even after Daddy finishes fastening all the parts in front of me.
Now I can’t close my legs, and the straps are forcing me to sit back in the chair, leaving several inches between me and the odd wooden section. I touch it. “What’s this for, Daddy?”
“It keeps your knees parted.” He taps the straps at my waist. “And as long as I fasten you in tight enough, you can’t rock forward to rub your naughty pussy against anything.”
My breath hitches, and my cheeks heat. “Daddy…”
He lifts a brow. “You should know by now that you can’t lie to me about your arousal. Your sweet cream is running out of you because you like the idea of being restrained like this. It turns you on.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I roll my eyes, but he’s right. I’m horny again. How frustrating that he knows it. It’s not very fair.
He taps the top of the wooden piece again. “This also serves as a base so I can snap a tray onto your seat. And…” He points toward the side of the odd chair. “See those leather straps?”
I shudder, certain I don’t want to hear what they’re for. All the leather pieces look like belts.
He kisses my forehead. “Those are for your wrists. I won’t hesitate to secure your arms away from your body if you can’t keep your fingers away from your naughty nipples or pussy.”
My face grows hotter. He’s so dirty. And it turns me on.
“Now, if you can sit still and keep from squirming while I make dinner, I won’t have to discipline you,” he teases. Except I don’t think he’s exactly joking.
I glance at the window above the sink. There’s a whole world out there. The Earth didn’t stop spinning while I’ve been inside this cabin, acclimating to an unexpected twist in what was my pitiful existence.
There’s an elephant in the room. My stepfather isn’t going to simply let me go. Not a chance. But right now, all I care about is the euphoria that’s making up for years of abuse and slave labor.