Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Chapter Twelve
“Annie…”
Pressure. What she knew was several kinds of pressure as she heard her name being called. She felt heavy like something was on top of her. And her bladder. It was full and ready to explode. And her arms. She couldn’t move them. Nor could she move her legs.
It felt so good. Like a cocoon. It felt right. Releasing her bladder felt right too. It also woke her up.
She blinked and found Daddy leaning over her. She was in her crib. Snug under the weighted blanket. He must have moved her here after they’d had sex.
She started to speak but realized her mouth was plugged. Speech wasn’t required of her. Her pacifier was filling her. It felt tighter than usual, like she wasn’t going to be able to spit it out.
“There’s my Baby girl,” Daddy cooed.
Arousal flooded her. Unexpected. From out of nowhere. She’d never been this restrained, unable to even speak. It sent a powerful wave of need through her, consuming her.
She didn’t think it had been very long since he’d been inside her, and yet, she felt like she needed his touch. Everywhere.
She sucked the pacifier hard, trying to arch her chest and coming up short.
Daddy tapped her lips. “When you need to be really Little, I’ll strap your paci around your head so you can’t speak.”
She moaned. His words added to her arousal.
“It feels good, doesn’t it Little one. This is what you needed. Daddy to have total control sometimes.” He removed the heavy blanket from her, but that hadn’t been the only thing restraining her. She still couldn’t move.
Her fists were in the mittens again, but she couldn’t lift them. Something was tight around her waist, and her arms were attached to it, restrained at her sides. Her legs were spread awkwardly wide, her knees bent and wide open, the bottoms of her feet facing each other.
She tried to lift her head as her curiosity grew, but Daddy held her forehead down. His other hand came to the thick diaper between her legs, rubbing her pussy.
She cried out behind the pacifier, taking deep breaths that made her aware of her titties. They weren’t covered. All she had on was the diaper and whatever was around her waist.
“Remember when I told you about the diaper guard?” he asked.
She froze as the memory came back to her. He’d warned her about a device that would keep her hands away from her pussy. It wasn’t just around her waist. It circled her thighs too, keeping them in this wide position, keeping her knees open.
She sucked harder, desperation consuming her. Other than patting the front of her diaper, Daddy hadn’t touched her. And yet she was so aroused she couldn’t focus on anything but her internal monologue, which was begging him to make her come.
“The straps around your ankles and feet are keeping you from stretching out your legs.”
Oh God… She was so restrained.
He slid his hand up to her tits, cupped one, and flicked the nipple.
She squirmed. There was no way to escape his touch.
“So pretty. I love watching you as your need grows to desperation. You have no idea how hard I am right now.”
She sucked and gasped and panted. She wanted to beg him to touch her pussy, but she had no voice.
“When you need to be very young, I’ll restrain you like this.” He pinched her nipple hard.
She cried out again, writhing though she could hardly move.
Daddy played with her titties until she couldn’t think. She was drooling around the sides of her paci. He reached for her diaper and pressed against her pussy through the thick padding.
Finally, he slowly opened the diaper and pulled it down away from her swollen pussy, exposing her wetness to the air.
Annie bucked and arched as his hand came to her, palming her, pressing against her swollen nub. He pushed a finger into her pussy and another into her bottom.
Sensation overload sent her flying off the mattress and into the air, at least that’s what it felt like. In reality, she was still lying in the crib. Daddy was still fingering both her holes. His palm was still grinding into her clit.
“That’s my girl. Show me how submissive you are. Show me how good it feels for Daddy to control every single aspect of your body.”
She whimpered as her need grew until she couldn’t take another second. Finally she came against his fingers, her pussy pulsing around one finger, her bottom around another. She didn’t have a choice. Daddy was in charge. He understood her needs even better than she did. He played her so well that one orgasm turned into two and then three before he finally eased back on the friction.
He kissed her nipples reverently as he removed his fingers from her pussy. “So beautiful. I love you, Baby girl.”