Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Cora
Daddy leaves me sitting in this seat while he cleans up from dinner.
His food was delicious, but I know I didn’t eat enough to please him.
I’m oddly okay with that. I enjoyed reclining in his lap while he fed me a bottle earlier.
It may be a strange custom, but I’m trying to wrap my mind around it and adjust.
“Do the other mates of your pride take bottles and wear diapers?” I ask as he returns to me.
“Navin is the only other member of my pride who is mated so far. To Brea.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that. She’s so kind.”
“She is. And yes, she definitely takes bottles, wears diapers, and sucks pacifiers. It’s in our nature, Little doll.”
He comes to me and removes the cuffs around my wrists. I’ve been restrained for so long that it feels odd to lift my arms. He unfastens everything else next and lifts me out of the booster seat and up to his chest.
I wrap my legs around his body, loving the feel of his body heat.
Daddy carries me into the bedroom and through to the bathroom. Without a word, he stands me on a little stool in front of the sink, opens a new toothbrush, and puts toothpaste on it.
For a moment, I think he’s going to brush for me, but he hands it to me. He’s crowding me the entire time, his comforting heat surrounding me, and he leans around me and brushes his teeth, too.
I love that he has a stool for me. His sink is too high. Everything in his cabin is too high. He’s tall and broad, and it’s obvious that he custom-designed the entire space on the inside.
When we’re done, he takes my hand and guides me back into the bedroom. I start breathing heavily as he strips me, pulling the tank over my head and then removing my panties. Next, he pulls the covers back.
I squeal as he lifts me high off the floor and settles me on my bottom in the middle of his giant bed. “Don’t move an inch, Little doll. I’ll be right back.”
He leaves me watching his amazing backside until he disappears into the great room. I hear unrecognizable sounds, the lights go out, and then he’s back, shaking a bottle before setting it on the nightstand.
I’m not surprised. Or I shouldn’t be. I didn’t eat enough. My tummy is too unsettled, and every time I think about my stepfather, I get queasy. He will come here. Probably with a gun. The thought scares me to death.
Daddy surprises me when he removes his jeans and then his boxers. Standing before me gloriously naked, he strokes his enormous erection from base to tip.
I can’t help but tremble. Is he going to put that inside me? I’ve never actually seen a penis before, but I have no doubt his is way larger than the average man’s.
Daddy climbs onto the bed. “Don’t worry, Little doll. We’re not going to have sex tonight. You’re not ready. I’ll spend more time stretching your cunt with my fingers before I fully claim you. But when we’re in our bed, I will always be naked. You’ll understand in a minute.”
I have no idea what he means. I’m baffled but far too scared to ask. I’ll wait.
Daddy props himself up against the headboard. “Come, Little doll.”
We’re both fully exposed. It’s unsettling. I’ve never touched a naked man. Today is the first time a man has touched me. But I’m drawn to him, so I turn and crawl closer. It’s impossible to ignore his enormous erection bobbing in front of him.
He spreads his legs and pats the space between them.
My heart races as I crawl into the V of his giant thighs. His scent is intoxicating. I’ve been inhaling him all day, but until now, I don’t think I’ve been as overwhelmed by his smell as he has mine.
Masculine, woodsy, dominant. I wonder again, is dominant a smell?
I’m staring at his shaft. There’s a drop of white on the tip. His come.
Daddy grips himself with one palm and drags it up and down slowly.
It seems like I can smell his semen. I want to taste it, and that makes my face heat. Taste it? He’s had his mouth on me, so why not?
Daddy drags his thumb over the tip, spreading the white semen around. I can’t look away. I’m still on my hands and knees, and I’m rocking forward and backward, my breasts swaying. It’s obscene, and I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
An odd sense of power overwhelms me. I’m the mate of a lion shifter. He bit me, claiming me, causing me to crave him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Releasing his shaft, Daddy brings his thumb to my lips. “Suck, Little doll.”
I open for him without hesitation and draw his thumb into my mouth. I sucked his finger earlier. I think it prepared me for this moment. His come is salty and potent. Even after I lick and suck his thumb mercilessly, I want more.
After letting his thumb pop out of my mouth, I crawl the last few inches forward and lower my mouth toward his erection until I can reach out my tongue and flick it over the bulbous head.
Dragging the tip of my tongue through the slit of his erection is the boldest thing I’ve ever done.
Daddy holds his shaft for me, angling it toward my mouth. His other hand comes to the back of my head. He holds my hair. “That’s a good girl.” His voice is shaky. I affect him in ways I never imagined possible.
Instinct tells me to open wider and draw his mushroom-shaped head into my mouth. I bend my elbows and suck him. His hand remains threaded in my hair, but he doesn’t pressure me.
“Cora…” he moans. “Fuck, Little doll…”
So powerful. I do it again, drawing him deeper. I’ll never be able to suck him to the back of my throat. His girth is far too wide, but this is so nice. Every inhale draws more of him into me, making me crave more.
Daddy’s hand moves to my cheek, and he lifts my face. “That’s enough, Little doll.”
I gasp. “Daddy…”
He smiles. “It’s time to take your bottle. I’ll teach you how to please me another time, sweetness.”
“But…” I whine.
He chuckles. “So eager.” He leans forward to grab me around the waist and turns me so I’m sitting sideways between his thighs.
His erection is pressed against my hip. I want to taste it again, but I don’t argue.
I don’t think Daddy is going to respond well to me whining, but I also recognize that I’m in a safe place where I can protest any way I want for the first time in years.
I didn’t dare argue with my stepfather, nor did I disobey him. Every time I even hesitated, he backhanded me. But Orion is not Vincent. He’s my mate. He adores me even if a higher power is forcing him to want me. He won’t ever hit me in anger. He has promised me so, and I believe him.
Daddy angles me so I’m reclining in the crook of his arm, and he taps my mouth with the bottle.
Parting my lips, I take in the nipple. The moment I start sucking, I remember how good the formula tastes. Why would I bother to eat solid foods when I can sit on Daddy’s lap and take a bottle instead?
It’s so intimate. I feel special. Cherished. Loved.
Daddy smiles at me the entire time I suck, stroking my cheek and my bicep. When the bottle is all gone, he sets it aside and turns me so I’m on my back between his legs, my feet dangling over his thick muscles at his hips.
He leans toward the nightstand again and then holds up a diaper, a tube of ointment, and a package of wipes.
My body tenses. “Can’t I just use the potty, Daddy?”
“Yes. At times. What did I say about arguing with me about diapers?”
I wince. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“At night, you’ll wear a diaper. I’ll always put you to bed after a full bottle.
It will help you learn to wet yourself several times in your sleep.
Lion shifters practice a custom called nesting with our mates.
You will sleep nestled between my legs, using my thigh as a pillow.
You will rest deeply, inhaling my scent.
In time, you will learn to ignore your bladder and fully relax your body.
You won’t even realize it when you pee yourself in the night. ”
I grab Daddy’s knees. “I don’t want to wet myself in the night. It’s icky.”
“You’ll learn to enjoy it, Little doll.”
I scrunch up my nose. Enjoy it?
“It’s freeing. Trust me.”
“You’re not the one wearing a diaper,” I grumble.
His chuckle rumbles through the room. “I’m also not the sassy Little girl who’s about to get her pussy spanked. Do you want to continue arguing?” He lifts a brow. He’s still smiling.
“No, Daddy,” I say contritely.
He slides a hand under my waist to lift me a few inches so he can spread the diaper out beneath my bottom. Next, he opens the tube of ointment. “I’m going to rub this into your pussy and bottom to protect your skin, Little doll.”
The moment his finger touches my clit, I moan. It seems like it feels better every time he so much as grazes my sensitive skin. He has to press down on my pelvis to keep me from bucking my hips as he spreads a generous amount of the ointment on my folds.
When he’s finished, he slides his fingers lower and rubs the slick substance against my rear hole.
I clench. “Daddy…”
“No part of you will be off limits to Daddy, Little doll.” He presses a finger against my hole.
“No, Daddy!” I blurt out, reaching to shove at his forearm. “That’s gross.”
“Your bottom is a natural part of your body, Little doll.” He ignores both my verbal and physical attempts to stop him and slides his finger into my bottom.
I dig my fingers into his arm. “Daddy…” I whine.
“Don’t fight it, sweetness,” he says softly, easing his finger in and out of my forbidden hole.
“Let it feel good. In a few days, you’ll get used to me breaching your bottom and learn to look forward to it.
There are millions of nerve endings inside your rectum.
You’ll find it enjoyable for me to stroke them. ”
I roll my head back and forth. “No… I won’t. Yucky.” But he doesn’t stop. His finger presses in deeper, and he’s still holding me down, so I can’t stop him.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to ignore the sensation. It’s not supposed to feel good. The inside of my bottom is not for touching. It’s a private hole for pooping only.
But Daddy won’t stop, and my pussy is getting wet. It’s not from him touching inside my tight hole. It’s not. Is it?
“I can smell your cream, Little doll.”
I shake my head. This isn’t happening. I hate his finger inside me. I want him to take it out. I bite into my lower lip and hold my breath, willing him to be done.
But Daddy is relentless, and he keeps penetrating me, deeper and deeper. Suddenly, he adds another finger.
I cry out at the stretch. It’s too much. It hurts.
“Relax your bottom, naughty girl. I’m not going to stop until you realize how good it feels. I know it’s a tight stretch, but if you get out of your head, you’ll start to like it, sweetness.”
“Nooo…” I don’t want to like it. I want him to stop.
He’s thrusting in and out faster and harder, deeper, making my body bounce. Suddenly, the thumb of his other hand slides to my clit, and he presses down.
A tight ball of pent-up need explodes inside me. I can’t stop the orgasm that consumes me, so strong that even my bottom clenches around the two fingers penetrating my gross hole.
I’m panting so hard I can’t catch my breath as Daddy eases his fingers out of me and cleans them off on the wipes.
When he’s done, he smooths his palms up and down my thighs, comforting me. Or trying to. “That’s my good girl. I know that was hard, but now you know how good it will feel every time I fuck your pretty bottom with my fingers.”
I shudder at his crude words. I’m exhausted and beyond confused. My reactions to everything he does are irrational. I can’t process what’s happening to me.
“You need sleep, Little doll,” he says as if he can read my mind. He lifts the front of my diaper around my waist and fastens it at my hips.
When he’s done, he lifts me under the arms and brings my limp body up toward his chest, holding me close.
His warmth soothes me. His scent does, too. After rocking me for a few minutes, he slides down the bed and arranges himself on his back, propped against the pillows. He leans forward and deposits me between his thighs.
“Rest your cheek on my leg, Little doll.”
As I curl up between his knees, he guides my face right where he wants it.
It’s the oddest position I’ve ever been in or even considered, but I seem to fit in this spot as though we’re two puzzle pieces perfectly notched together.
I’m facing his shaft and not from several inches away. No. I’m nuzzling his erection.
Daddy smooths my hair back as if he’s petting my head. “There you go, Little doll. This is how you will sleep every night, inhaling my scent, your nose pressed against my cock.”
I shudder at the word cock. I’ve never uttered such a word. It’s vulgar, except somehow when Daddy says it, it’s simply a word. Table, chair, cock…
There’s a low hum in the room, and it’s coming from me. I’m purring as I rub my nose up and down his shaft. I want to taste him again, but when I get close to the tip, Daddy presses against my head, stopping me.
“Not tonight, Little doll. You may suckle me again in the morning.” He reaches over and turns off the light before pulling the covers up to my shoulders between his legs.
Apparently he will be sleeping uncovered, but I suspect he’s more than warm enough since he told me he turned up the heat in the cabin.
I’m so comfortable. My mouth opens, allowing me to taste every inhale through both my nose and my mouth. It’s so powerful. How will I ever be able to sleep?
Suddenly, something touches my lips. “It’s just your pacifier, Little doll.”
I draw it into my mouth and suck as though my life depends on it.
Falling asleep isn’t nearly as difficult as I expected. My eyes are heavy, and I’m sated and content like a kitten. I drift off to the rhythmic feel of the nipple and the constant scent of Daddy entering my lungs.