Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He grabbed a tube of ointment from the drawer and squeezed a line of it on his fingers. “I’m going to rub a soothing cream on your pussy, Baby girl. It will protect your skin and keep you from getting a rash when you wet your diaper.”
She shook her head. “Don’t want to use a diaper, Daddy.”
“You will, Little rebel. You’ll do it for Daddy. You’ll do it because it pleases me for you to submit to my commands.”
More soft whimpering as he lifted her bottom to slide a diaper under her. As soon as it was fastened, he set his palms on her tummy and slid them up to her breasts. He molded his hands to her soft flesh and toyed with her nipples. “Such a good girl,” he praised.
Chapter Five
Olivia’s world was upside down. She couldn’t form words. She couldn’t even think words. She was still reeling from the orgasm he’d given her. Part of her wished she hadn’t waited a year to experience something like that, but the other part of her knew it had been far more special that she’d waited. In addition, she was certain she would have suffered worse if she’d touched herself in the past year.
She was trembling as Damon unfastened her from the changing table. He wrapped her in a soft blanket and lifted her into his arms.
She snuggled into his chest, feeling so many emotions. The diaper bothered her, but it pleased him, and her desire to please him confused her.
Paying close attention, she mentally tracked where he headed as he left the room and then exited the master bedroom. He turned right, and they emerged into the great room. She recognized the sound of the refrigerator opening when he reached out with one hand.
“Just getting you a bottle, Baby girl.”
She squirmed in his arms, not wanting to argue with him. She was too exhausted and sated to be disagreeable, but she was leery about taking a bottle. The submission he demanded was so very deep.
Females in her pack were naturally submissive. She knew her mother submitted to her father like all other women in the valley, but nothing compared to the submission Damon was asking of her. This was so much more intense.
Another door opened. The microwave. It closed a moment later, and the soft hum of it running filled her ears.
Daddy patted her bottom and rocked her in his arms. He also kissed her face several times. “The warm formula will help you relax so you can nap.”
What if she didn’t like it?
When the bottle was done, Daddy carried her back to the nursery and sat in the rocking chair. He tapped her lips with the nipple. “Open for me, Olivia.”
She let her lips part, growing increasingly aware that defying him wasn’t really an option. The nipple settled between her lips awkwardly.
Daddy jiggled it in her mouth. “Press your tongue against it from underneath, Baby girl. You’ll get the feel for it quickly.”
She obeyed him and gave the rubber a suck. Warm fluid filled her mouth. It tasted much better than she’d expected, and she swallowed it.
“Good girl. Drink all of it for me, Little rebel.” He gently rocked her while he held the bottle in her mouth.
When she reached up to take it from him, he circled her wrist with his large hand and drew it down to her side. “Let Daddy feed you. There is no greater feeling in the world than this moment right here, Baby girl. Finally having my mate in my home, her essence lingering on my fingers and lips, her submission so pleasing.”
She closed her useless eyes and let herself feel instead of straining to see. She was so happy, and even though she was stunned by everything that had happened today, she felt cherished and adored by the huge Alpha Protector cradling her in his arms.
Her defiance was slowly dissolving as he rocked her. She loved the way he patted her bottom and repeatedly kissed her forehead. His scent filled her every time she inhaled. It was intoxicating. She sensed she would suffer if she were parted from him.
He murmured words of encouragement while she sucked. “Good girl… Such a perfect Little mate… I’m so proud of you… I promise to make you the happiest Little girl alive.”
Daddy jiggled the bottle several times when she drifted off and stopped sucking. Finally it was empty, and he cradled her even closer to his body. He ran his nose along her forehead, inhaling deeply over and over.
She knew he was drawing in her scent because she was doing the same thing.
When he rose, she whimpered, knowing he would put her down. She didn’t want him to stop holding her.
He didn’t stop at the crib, though. He crossed the room and opened a drawer on the changing table. A moment later, he tapped her mouth with another nipple. “Open for me, Little rebel.”