novelxo Daddy Devious: Chapter 20
The next time I awake, I’m in Daddy’s office. He’s on another call, but I don’t dare interrupt him, even though my bladder is very urgently insisting we do just that.
Not for the first time, I consider simply using my diaper. After all, that’s what it’s there for. More than that, I know it would make Daddy happy, and after the disastrous morning we had, I figure I can use all the brownie points I can get.
Closing my eyes again, I lay back against the pile of pillows I was napping on and think of things that might help me pee. Waterfalls. Steady spring rains. A faucet running. I even imagine myself sitting on a toilet in the hopes I can trick my brain and body into thinking we’re in the bathroom.
But nothing works.
Frustrated, I huff out a breath just as Daddy ends his call. “Is something wrong, little one?” he asks as he rises from his chair to lean over the playpen.
I can’t bring myself to tell him I tried to use my diaper and failed. That seems like it would be an even greater disappointment to him than simply refusing to try at all. “I need to potty.”
“Ah. Well, we have a little time before my next meeting. Up you go.”
Lifting me into his arms in that effortless way he has, he carries me to a small bathroom just off his office. Well, it seems small in comparison to the bathroom in my nursery, but it’s larger than the one in my apartment so it’s not really that small.
I relieve myself and Daddy cleans me up. But instead of putting a fresh diaper on me and returning me to my playpen, he settles at his desk with me in his lap. The bottom of my onesie is still unsnapped and I feel oddly exposed. “We need to talk, little thief.”
His voice is so serious, panic wraps itself around my chest. “About what?”
“Your behavior this morning.” Settling me so that I am straddling his lap with my bare pussy fully on display, he grips my chin in his hand, his expression stern. “I want the truth about why you threw that tantrum with Caleb.”
Crap. I was really hoping we wouldn’t have to revisit this. I squirm a bit and his hold on my chin tightens, leaving me no choice but to come clean. “If I tell you the truth, will you punish me again?”
“No, little one. I think you’ve learned your lesson from this morning, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then tell me the truth.”
“It’s silly,” I say with a whine, stalling for time.
But the stern look he levels at me clearly says I’ve pushed my luck about as far as it will go. “Victoria. Tell Daddy the truth.”
I don’t particularly want to. Partially because I’m not proud of how I acted, but also because I’m not sure how he’s going to react to my selfishness. Because now that the moment has passed, I can see my behavior for what it was. The pure selfishness of a spoiled brat.
What will he do when he realizes I’m not the sweet Little girl he keeps saying I am, but a naughty little brat who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?
“I was sad,” I whisper, hoping against hope it’s enough of an explanation.
It’s not, of course. “Sad about what?”
“Sad that you were busy.” I sniffle, not in a bid for sympathy but in a genuine attempt to fight off yet another wave of tears. “I know that’s stupid and selfish of me, but I’ve gotten so used to having you all to myself and Caleb is really nice but I didn’t want Caleb, I wanted—”
“Your Daddy,” he finishes softly, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. “You wanted your Daddy, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“There’s not?”
“No, little thief. In fact, I’m thrilled that you want to spend all your time with me. And believe me, I wish that could be the case. But I have work to do, and as much as I would like to spend all day simply taking care of my sweet Little girl, that’s just not our reality.”
“You don’t think I’m a selfish brat?”
His smile widens. “No. Not at all. But I do think you owe Caleb an apology. He truly just wants the best for you, as does everyone on this island. And when I’m not available, he will be the one responsible for your care, unless you’re with one of your uncles or Auntie Cat.”
An apology seems like the least of what I owe Caleb, so I nod. “I’ll apologize.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, was that everything? Nothing else happened I should know about?”
Heat rises to my cheeks as I lower my gaze to his pretty silk tie. It’s a deep purple, so deep it could be mistaken for black from a distance. But up close it’s like outer space and I’m fascinated by it. “Um, there was one tiny thing. But it’s silly.”
“Nothing that upsets my Little girl is silly. Tell Daddy what happened.”
“It’s just… my milk tasted wrong. And I was so upset already I just… spit it out.”
“Ah. I see.”
I risk a peek up at him, surprised to see a full-on grin stretched across his handsome face. “You do?”
“Yes. You’ve gotten used to the taste of Auntie Cat’s milk. But she isn’t the only one on the island providing milk for our Littles. We have an entire farm of pretty little cows, and you must have gotten their milk this morning. There’s nothing wrong with it, but it does taste different. Not even all of Auntie Cat’s milk will taste exactly the same all the time.”
“Oh.” I wrinkle my nose as I try to process this new information. “But it didn’t taste like the milk you buy at the store.”
“Because it’s not from real cows,” he explains with a chuckle. “It’s from human cows. I can take you to visit them sometime if you like. The farm has other animals you can visit with as well.”
“Like a petting zoo?”
“Something like that. There are even horses and carriage rides around the farm.”
“Horsies?” I squeal, bouncing on his lap with delight. “Oh, yes please! Can we go now? Please, Daddy, I’ll be so, so good!”
“Hmm. First you’ll have to show Daddy how well you ride if you want to play with the horsies.”
Reaching between us, he undoes his slacks, and his cock springs free, hard and ready. Arousal floods my body at the sight of him, and I grind myself against him with a whimper in search of release.
“None of that, little one.” His scolding is gentle, playful even as he lifts me up to settle me on his cock. “You don’t come unless Daddy allows it. First, show Daddy what a good little rider you are, Victoria.”
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I obey without hesitation, rolling my hips to accept all of him inside me. The thick length of him stretches me with a bite of pain that only fuels my need and again I whimper as I ride him.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough, thick with the same desire I see flashing in his eyes, and for the first time since I signed that contract I feel… powerful. Wanted. Desired in a way no other man has ever made me feel.
Pleasure builds in my core, a pressure I’m frantic to release, and I ride for everything I’m worth as Daddy grips my hips, urging me on.
“Faster, Victoria. Daddy wants to fill that sweet little pussy up soon. I want you to spend the rest of the day with my cum filling your diaper.”
His words humiliate me, but that only makes me want him more. In the short time I’ve been with him, I’ve come to crave these wicked, forbidden things he does to me. It feels so wrong, wearing my baby clothes while I ride Daddy’s cock, but I don’t care. I want to be his good girl and his filthy little baby, all at the same time, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without him when I return to New York.
Because I can’t stand the thought of leaving him, I ride faster, desperate to prove what a good girl I am. To prove to him that he needs me just as much as I’ve come to need him in the short time we’ve had together.
Digging his fingers into my hips, he holds me still as his cock swells inside me, filling me with his cum just as he promised. I try to wiggle, to get some kind of pressure on my clit to find my own release, but his tight grip on me keeps me locked in place, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“You are a very skilled rider, little thief.” His smile is somewhat lopsided, lazy with sated pleasure. “Time to get you back in your diaper so Daddy can get to his next meeting.”
“Oh, but…” Heat rushes to my cheeks. “I didn’t…”
Clearly amused by my stammering, Daddy cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t what, Victoria? Use your big girl words.”
“I didn’t get to come,” I whisper.
“No, you didn’t. And why is that?”
“Because you didn’t say I could.”
“That’s right.” Cupping my chin again, he runs his thumb over my lip before leaning in to capture my mouth with his. I surrender to it, to him, with a sigh and we stay locked in that sweet embrace for a long moment before he pulls away. “You are mine, Victoria Rose. Which means every bit of you, including your pleasure, belongs to me. And if I want to keep you a wet, needy mess the rest of the day, what are you going to say?”
I want to beg, scream, cry. But I know what he’s looking for, and just like last night when he asked if I was his baby, this moment feels big. Important. As though my obedience in this one thing is more important than I realize.
So I give him the answer I know he wants from me. “I say ‘Yes, Daddy’.”
A brilliant smile blooms on his face and my heart leaps at the sight of it. Wrapping his arms around me, he rises from his chair and carries me to the small changing table on the other side of his office. “Good girl. As luck would have it, I’m feeling generous today. You may come, but you’ll have to make it happen all on your own while Daddy works.”
Confused, I glance down at where he’s busy wrapping me in another diaper. “But…”
“Yes, little one?”
“How am I supposed to… when I’m wearing that?”
His smile turns wicked and he scoops me up to carry me back to his desk, where he perches me on one knee. “You’re a smart girl, Victoria. I’m sure you’ll figure something out. But you have to be very quiet because Daddy is about to get a very important call.”
As if on cue, his phone rings and he leans over to answer it. “Charles. Right on time, as usual.”
“Maxwell!” A jovial, booming voice fills the room. “How the hell are ya? What have you been up to lately? Rumor has it you’ve become a bit of a hermit these past few months.”
“I’ve been working on some projects that required a bit more of a… hands-on approach.”
As he says this, he pops the front buttons of my onesie open, pushing the fabric aside to bare my breasts to him. Cupping one breast as he talks to his friend, he pinches my nipple and pleasure arcs through me. Unable to help myself, I shift so I’m straddling his thigh, and I grind my pussy against my wet, cum-filled diaper in a desperate race for release.
Again I’m struck by how wrong it must be, to get this much pleasure from being his Little girl. It’s sick and twisted—but I love every second of it.
A whimper escapes my lips as the need coils tighter in my belly, earning me a warning look from Daddy as he gives my nipple a sharp twist. The pain spurs me on and I bite my lip against a moan as I ride his thigh faster and faster.
Bracing my hands on his thigh, I grind harder against my diaper, putting more pressure on my aching clit while Daddy plays with my nipples.
I’m no longer even aware of the conversation happening around me. My entire being is focused on the pleasure between my thighs. On reaching the pinnacle that feels so frustratingly out of reach.
It’s the pain that finally sends me flying. Another sharp pinch of my nipple pushes me over the edge and I come, white-hot pleasure flooding my body as I grit my teeth against the scream burning in my throat.
When I finally stop moving, Daddy shifts me so I’m cradled in his arms like a baby. A moment later, Caleb materializes beside the desk, bottle in hand. Without missing a beat in whatever business deal he’s negotiating, Daddy slides the rubber nipple between my lips, rocking me gently as the cold sweetness fills my mouth.
And just like that, I’m his good girl again, with my diaper full of our mutual pleasure, and I can’t help but think life couldn’t possibly get any better than this.