novelxo Daddy Devious: Chapter 25
Daddy’s words send a frisson of fear up my spine and I can’t quite suppress the shiver. “Wh-what are you gonna do?”
“I am going to take you upstairs, strap a vibrator to your sweet little pussy, and you are going to come for me over and over while I fuck that delightful bottom of yours.”
Oh, shit. As much as I wasn’t looking forward to another spanking on top of the paddling I’d gotten from Auntie Cat, I have a feeling that would be preferable to what Daddy has just laid out for me. “Um, what if I pinky promise that I understand you want me and I’ll never ever be naughty again?”
His lips curve, but in a way that tells me he’s enjoying my fear. Why that should make my pussy clench with need, I’ll never know, but there is undeniably a part of me that craves his brutal dominance. “First of all, I would never expect a Little girl to keep such a big promise. And second of all, I am not only doing this to teach you a lesson. There is another, equally important reason for me to claim your little bottom hole tonight.”
“What reason is that?”
The grip he has on my chin tightens as he leans in, his words a whisper across my lips when he speaks. “Because I am your Daddy and I want to.”
“Oh.”
Well, there’s really no arguing with that, is there?
“Yes. Now, are you going to accept your punishment like a good girl or will I have to ask Caleb to come hold you down?”
There is a part of me, some dark, depraved piece of my soul I never knew existed before I met Maxwell Stone that wants to fight just to see if he follows through. Because as humiliating as it might be, the idea of being held captive against my will while my Daddy violates that most forbidden part of me has arousal flooding my diaper.
But perhaps another time. For tonight, for this first time, I only want Daddy. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”
“There’s my sweet little one,” he murmurs before brushing a light, almost chaste kiss across my lips.
And then I’m in his arms, being cradled like the baby I am as he carries me up the stairs to his bedroom. He sets me on my feet beside the bed, and with more tenderness than I probably deserve, strips me out of my dress. Leaving me naked in front of him but for my diaper, and the knowledge has heat rising to my cheeks.
“My beautiful Little girl.” Cupping my breasts in his hands, he pinches my nipples. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to have me rising up onto my tiptoes, arching into his touch.
His chuckle vibrates through me, straight to where I’m already wet and aching for him. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you, Victoria? You love it when I make you whimper and cry and beg.”
I can’t deny it and with as much trouble as I’m in already, I don’t dare lie. So I simply answer with one of those whimpers he mentioned, letting my head fall back as he tweaks and teases my nipples with those wicked fingers.
“On the bed, little one. I’ll be right back.”
Another soft whine escapes when he releases his hold on me, but all it takes is a look from him to have me scrambling up onto the bed. I settle on the pile of pillows near the headboard, my gaze tracking him as he moves around the room.
When he finally returns to my side, my eyes lock on the leather in his hands. “What’s that for?”
“Since Caleb won’t be joining us, I need something to keep you in place.” The mattress dips under his weight as he kneels beside me, and a moment later soft fur encircles one wrist, and then the other.
When he releases me, I give the restraints a tug, fear skittering across my nerve endings when my arms barely budge. Craning my neck, I realize the cuffs are attached to some kind of ring that’s been drilled into the wooden headboard above me.
I am well and truly captured, and he didn’t even need any help to do so.
A wicked sort of pleasure glimmers in his pale eyes as he reaches for my diaper, stripping it from me with quick, efficient movements. Baring me completely to his gaze.
It isn’t the first time, of course. But there’s something about having my hands bound like this, about being so completely at his mercy that heightens every sensation, turning the normal into the extraordinary.
“You are everything I ever dreamed of, Victoria. And if I have to tie you to the bed and fuck your sweet little bottom every night until you believe me, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
“I believe you,” I whisper as he reaches for something at the end of the bed.
“You will. Spread your legs, Victoria.”
Swallowing hard, I force my legs apart, leaving me even more exposed than before. And when he slides the thick rubber in his hand into my dripping pussy, I’m reminded of the rest of his proposed punishment.
Before I can even think enough to protest, the thing in my pussy comes to life, vibrating both inside me and against my clit. I arch up with a gasp, yanking at my restraints without thinking.
“Just for tonight, you do not need my permission to come. In fact, you have not only my permission to do so as often as possible, you can consider it an order.”
“Y-yes, Daddy!” I cry out as the vibrator pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Good girl.” Stepping back from the bed, Daddy reaches for his tie, slowly pulling it free from his collar as he watches me gasp and writhe on the bed. “I think I’ll simply watch for a moment. You are so beautiful when you come, you know.”
In what seems like no time at all, the first orgasm crashes over me, flooding my body with pleasure. But as I’ve learned over the past month, my Daddy is rarely ever satisfied with just one.
And yet, I can’t stop myself from whining and tugging at the restraints as the vibrator relentlessly tortures my sensitive clit. “Daddy, it’s too much!”
“Oh, little one,” he says with a chuckle as he shrugs out of his impeccably cut suit jacket, “we’re only getting started.”
Thankfully, the pain soon fades to pleasure as it always does and I’m lost to the waves of it washing over me with every buzz of the toy firmly lodged inside me. All the while, Daddy watches me, slowly stripping out of his clothes as a second orgasm wrecks me from the inside out.
Now there’s even more pain than before. Usually when Daddy is using his tongue or fingers to torment me, he gives me a little bit of a break between orgasms. But now there is no reprieve, and I sob quietly as my pussy clenches around the toy.
Stripped down to his bare skin at last, Daddy kneels between my thighs. I watch through tearful eyes as he pours lubricant into his palm and strokes his hard, thick cock.
“Doctor D assures me that your training with the plugs has been sufficient enough for you to take my cock in your bottom without damaging you. Not without hurting you, which is your bad luck I suppose. If you’d been a good girl, I would have taken the time to stretch you properly tonight. But you weren’t a good girl, were you, Victoria?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
Wrapping one hand around my left knee, he pushes my leg back, giving him all the access he needs to my bottom hole. My muscles clench instinctively when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against that tight ring of muscle, and he…laughs.
“Just so you know”—he flexes his hips, pushing another inch inside me with a burning pain that already has me regretting my actions—“the more you fight me, the more it will hurt. And you should know by now how much I enjoy hurting you, little one.”
Because I do know, I close my eyes and try to force my body to relax, to accept his dominance over me. It’s hard, both because my instinct is to fight this shameful invasion and because the toy in my pussy has my muscles bracing for another painful orgasm.
“Good girl,” he praises with another thrust forward. It burns, being stretched like this with no preparation, and I can’t help but think Doctor D is a lying bastard.
“Daddy, it hurts.” I’m whining now, despite my desire to show him what a good girl I can be for him. It does hurt and the buzzing against my clit has long since tipped from pleasure to pain, giving me no relief from my punishment. “I’ll never be naughty again, I swear!”
“We both know you won’t be able to keep that promise, little one.” Now he pulls back, just a little, and I’m able to breathe.
But only for a moment before he surges forward again, stretching and filling my bottom more than ever as I cry out for mercy. “Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are, little one.”
That’s all. No platitudes, no promises that it will all be okay. Because we both know before this is over I’m going to be a very, very sorry Little girl.
And maybe something inside me is broken, but that knowledge thrills me to my very core.
Another orgasm crashes over me, and my cries turn to screams of pleasure and pain as Daddy thrusts forward, burying himself completely inside me at the exact same time. I’m a mindless mess of need and fear, my mind as full of him as my body, and all I know is him and this wicked control he has over my very being.
“Fuck, little one.” With a groan, he pulls back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me for a moment before he pushes in again. Hard, fast, truly fucking my ass like he owns it.
Which he does.
He owns all of me, every single inch of my body. But more than that, he owns my heart. My very soul. All that I have is his, and his alone.
And with that knowledge, I surrender. I give myself over to him, to this brutal claiming as yet another orgasm shatters me. When he buries himself inside me one final time, pride swells in my chest as his cum fills that most secret, forbidden part of me. Now all of me has been claimed by him, and I am truly his.
I’m dimly aware of his murmured praise as he cleans me and dresses me in another diaper before pulling me close to his bare chest.
“Mine.” The word is little more than a growl, one I feel to my very bones.
“Forever?” I ask as my eyes flutter closed.
“For all of this life, and whatever comes next.”
Maxwell
I wake the next morning with the weight of my little one in my arms and I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face.
Fuck what Doctor D says. She’s sleeping here every night from now on. Naps and timeouts can be taken in her room, but her nights will be spent with her Daddy. And if I’m spoiling her by doing so, then so be it. After all, isn’t it a Daddy’s prerogative to spoil his Little girl a bit?
As if she can sense me watching her, Victoria stirs, her nose scrunching up as she fights her own body’s need to wake. Her eyelids slowly lift, and those big brown eyes blink owlishly up at me as a shy smile curves her lips. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Good morning, little one.” Leaning in, I drop a kiss on the end of her cute little nose. “Did you sleep well?
“Uh-huh.” She winces slightly, reaching back to rub her diaper-padded bottom. “My butt hurts.”
“I’m sure it does.” It pleases me to no end that she is still feeling my discipline the morning after. And that she seems no worse for wear. Perhaps it’s time to introduce her to the implements I keep stored in the naughty chest in her nursery.
Victoria wiggles in my arms, distracting me from the delicious images running rampant in my imagination. “What’s wrong, little one?”
“I, um, need to potty.”
“All right. Daddy will take you.”
“No!”
Looking down at her bright red face, I slowly raise a brow, pinning her with a stern glare. “Excuse me, little girl?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just, um, I—”
The rest of what she says is mumbled so softly I can’t quite make it out. Placing a finger under her chin, I nudge her head up. “Use your words, little one. Tell Daddy what you want.”
Her face turns an ever darker red and worry creeps up my spine. Whatever she’s trying to tell me has her so upset I’m worried she might make herself sick with it. “It’s hard,” she whines, scissoring her legs again.
“Victoria Rose.” I put as much steel as I can muster into my words, and her eyes go round in response. “Tell Daddy what you need right now.”
“Iwannausemydiaper!” The words burst out of her without a pause and it takes me a moment to decipher them.
And when I do, pure joy fills my chest. “You do?”
“Uh-huh. But I don’t know how.” Tears glisten in her eyes. “I’ve tried before and I just can’t, um, make myself go.”
“Daddy can help you with that. Roll on your back and close your eyes.”
Cheeks still blazing red, she does as she’s instructed, her eyes squeezing shut as she lays stiff as a board beside me. I just barely manage to hold back a laugh at the delightful picture she makes as I run my hand over her abdomen.
Pressing lightly on her bladder, I lower my head to brush a kiss over her cheek. “Just relax, little one. Daddy is right here. Daddy will take care of everything. Just imagine yourself sitting on the toilet. Feel how cool the porcelain is on your bare skin. Imagine how your toes feel, pressed against the marble floors. And just… relax.”
Bit by bit, she does exactly as I ask, her body relaxing under my hand as I continue to lightly massage her bladder.
And then I hear it. The soft, unmistakable sound of her relieving herself into the soft cotton of her diaper.
Her eyes fly open, worry and a hint of wonder in the deep brown. “Oh god. I just peed in your bed.”
“You peed in your diaper, just like your Daddy asked you to. And I could not be more proud of you, little one.”
“Really?” Joy replaces the worry in her eyes as she grins up at me. “You’re proud of me?”
“So very proud of you, my sweet little Victoria. Let’s get this wet diaper off you so I can give my good girl the reward she’s earned.”
Once she’s clean, we spend the day in bed with her pinned beneath me as I shower her with pleasure. As I show her exactly what it means to be owned by her Daddy, again and again and again.
And when she falls asleep again in my arms, exhausted from my attentions, I smile down at her angelic face and congratulate myself on a trap well laid.