Chapter 6 #2
Emily’s eyes go from glittering to glazed as I heat her ass.
She whimpers when I focus on her sit-spots, making sure they’re a glowing red before I move to her upper thighs.
She’s flushed with endorphins now, her face as red as her bottom, the flush spreading up to her delicate ears and down her throat.
She whimpers when I concentrate on the crease between her thighs and buttocks but that’s not because of the increased sensitivity but rather because my hand is so close to her pussy lips, compressed between her trembling thighs.
“I know what my little girl wants,” I murmur to her.
“You, Daddy,” she whispers.
“Yes, me. What else do you want, baby? I think it’s a pussy spanking you’re whimpering and wriggling for. Aren’t I right?”
She nods fervently. “Please, Daddy. And please may I come?”
“Are you that close, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I don’t want to come without permission.”
I stroke her soft, slippery slit with my thumb. Parting her gently, I tease her clit until the pearl of it peeks out of its hood. Leaning in, I blow on it and grin at her shudder.
“Please, Daddy?”
“Mmm, not yet. Hold it for me, Emmy.”
Her legs shake and she shifts restlessly, getting a better grip behind her knees.
I bend down and run the tip of my tongue up her slit, then push inside until I find her opening. Emily keens softly. I fuck her with my tongue for several strokes, then lick up her bready sweetness while she writhes.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m close. Please, Daddy?”
I lick up her thigh and look at my little girl.
Her body’s bowed off the pad as she strains, trying to hold back her orgasm without losing position.
Her flush has spread down to the tops of her breasts, throwing her adorable freckles into sharp relief.
I reach up and run my hands down her body, appreciating each tremble of restraint.
“I’m so pleased with you, Emmy. Do you want Daddy’s cock for long enough to come?”
“Please, please, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Hold back long enough for me to get all the way inside you so I can feel you come on my cock. Then you have permission to come.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She’s so good, my baby girl. Even though I can feel her gripping at me as soon as I push the head of my cock in, she holds back, her neck straining, body taut.
I tease her, slipping in and drawing back, knowing each moment she holds back will make the release stronger when I finally let her have it.
She pants, each breath harsh in the changing table’s alcove.
Her fingers flex on the back of her calf, reaching for me.
I twine my fingers with hers as I sink all the way in, making sure she feels the bump of my balls.
She howls softly on a long exhale, all the tension in her body unraveling.
Her pussy rolls over and over my shaft, deep draws that have my own muscles shaking.
I’m close from our play but I hold myself back.
Our months together have strengthened my control.
Knowing I can have Emily anytime I want has made taking her like this, glorying in her release while staving off my own, strangely satisfying.
The longer I wait for my orgasm, the more often I can fuck her during one scene.
It’s not selfless, because I derive a huge amount of pleasure from the fucking but Emily’s pleasure has definitely become more important than my own.
When her body goes completely limp around mine, I withdraw and tuck myself back into the soft pants I wear for scenes. I stroke Emily’s legs until her eyes focus on mine.
“Daddy?”
“Hi, my baby. Good one?”
She grins. “Love you most today, Daddy.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.” I pull out a pack of baby wipes and clean her up, then tip her hips up further and slide the diaper under her. I loosen her hands—she’s held position for me so perfectly—and let her knees fall open naturally as I bring the front flap of the diaper up.
She lifts her eyes to the alcove ceiling, painted with clouds and a herd of little elephants dancing around the light fixture, huffing out a soft breath.
“No, baby. Eyes on me. I know this is a hard moment for you. Daddy’s right here for you. Stay focused on me.”
Her eyes immediately snap down to mine. They’re hazy with afterglow, gleaming with emotion as she lets go of all the fears that have held her back from expressing her deepest little self.
“That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you, Emily. My wonderful angel baby. Look at you, taking this big step. Being brave and vulnerable for Daddy. There’s so much strength in you, baby doll. You awe me.”
“Daddy,” she breathes.
“That’s right, little girl. Daddy’s in awe of you.” I pull up the diaper’s sides and secure them to the front flap with the diaper pins. “Diaper’s on, my good girl. How does it feel?”
“Soft. Strange. You won’t-you won’t be mad at me if I can’t use it?”
“Never, baby. You’ve taken such a big step in letting me diaper you. It doesn’t matter to me if you never use it.”
Her stomach collapses as she lets out a big breath. “Thank you. Ta, Daddy.”
I wipe down the soft curves on either side of her tummy, above the diaper’s edge. The sharpness of the alcohol wipe cuts through the musk of her pleasure. “Deep breath in.”
She sucks in a breath and holds it. I pinch a bit of skin an inch above the diaper and push a diaper pin through it. The diaper pin’s not as sharp as an acupuncture needle and a bead of blood rolls over her pale skin. I wipe it away as she lets the breath out shakily.
“Good girl. How does that feel?”
“Sharp pinch and then dull ache,” she mumbles, processing the pain.
I watch her closely, feeling that dark bloom in my heart.
The gratification is almost as strong as an orgasm.
It’s the peak of control, demanding another suffer for you.
It’s undistilled love. Complete devotion.
I stroke my palm up and down her breastbone, caressing her throat. “Good girl. Ready for another?”
She nods. I pinch another bit of skin an inch above the first piercing and push the pin through.
I’ve done better with this piercing and only a dot of blood wells around the metal.
Emily trembles but doesn’t even whimper as I dab both piercings with alcohol wipes to make sure they’re clean, then match up her other side with two pins.
I stop there, even though there’s a cruel impulse to continue the ladder up to her bra-line.
But Emily’s cheeks have lost color and I don’t want to ruin what’s been an amazing scene by pushing her too far.
As always, Emily’s love has filled that void inside me, that dark craving only my submissive’s pain can sate.
I run my fingertips down each set of pins to hear her breath catch, then wipe them again with an alcohol wipe, before giving her the praise she’s so richly earned.
“My wonderful girl, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Lying there wearing the diaper Daddy’s put on you.
Bearing Daddy’s piercings. You fill my eyes.
I can’t see anything but you, baby. You fill my heart and soul.
I feel nothing but peace and love in this moment, Emmy.
You’ve given me that. As long as I have you, I’m the richest man on Earth.
Your trust and love is worth more than anything else in the world. ”
She smiles even as tears spill down her temples. “You’re everything to me, Daddy.”
I wipe her tears away with the backs of my hands to avoid getting any of the disinfectant on my fingers in her eyes. “You’re everything to me, baby doll. I never imagined how much happiness you’d bring into my life. I’m so grateful for you, Emmy.”
“Daddy. Same, Daddy.”
I chuckle. “Same, huh?”
She nods and I wonder if she’s getting overwhelmed. Emily’s so articulate; when she gets less verbal, it’s a sign her emotions are swamping her linguistic cortex. But this could also be what she’s like in very littlespace. I’ll have to watch how it goes.
But for now, I want to give my little girl something she’s wanted for a long time.
I lift her off the changing table, wrapping her around me so she straddles my hips, which puts no pressure on the piercings. Grateful I’ve finally recovered enough that I can carry her without strain or risk of dropping her, I walk over to the long cradle near the reading and napping corner.
It’s shaped like a dingy, narrowing to a point at one end.
The other end is flattened. With the prow, it would be an uncomfortable squeeze for a tall man or woman but for my tiny baby doll, it’s an easy fit.
I lower her into it and check on the piercings to make sure they haven’t started bleeding again.
Once I’m reassured, I cover her with a light blanket and slip the pacifier into her mouth.
Her eyes shutter, reddened lids coming together and parting slowly.
“That’s right, my baby girl. You relax and let Daddy rock you. If you feel sleepy, let yourself drift off. Daddy will wake you when it’s time to go.”
She nods sleepily.
I pull a stool over from the reading nook and park myself next to the cradle.
I rock her for less than five minutes before the pacifier drops out of her slack mouth. She gives a tiny, adorable snore.
Even after she’s asleep, I rock her for a long time, looking down at my little wonder.
Feeling the swell of impossible emotion in my chest. Her hand’s clutching the blanket between her breasts.
The pink diamond glinting on her ring finger reminds me that as hard as that diamond is, there’s a harder, more unbreakable core of trust and faith between us.
We’ve had to fight to get to this place.
We’ve battled through injury and adversity and insecurity to get here. And it’s been worth every scar.