“Of course you did,” he replied, reaching out to stroke my hair. “Little girls always think they can be big girls, until they can’t.” His fingers trailed down to caress my cheek, carefully avoiding the dried evidence of our earlier encounter. “How does it feel?”
The question caught me off guard. How did it feel? Humiliating. Degrading. Infantilizing.
And yet…
“Warm,” I admitted in a small voice. “And… not as awful as I thought it would be.”
Jax smiled, a genuine expression that transformed his severe features. “Honesty. That’s what I want from you, Little Lulu. Always.”
He moved to sit beside me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. With gentle hands, he checked the diaper, pressing the front to gauge how wet it was. The pressure made me gasp.
“You needed that badly, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice taking on that strange paternal tone that confused my emotions. “Poor little thing, all full up and not allowed to go to the bathroom. Now you need a change, I think. Go ahead and ask Daddy to change your diaper.”
CHAPTER 4
Jax
The venomous look in Louisa’s eyes at my latest degrading instruction only widened my smile.
“I’m not asking you to change my diaper,” she hissed, her defiance magnificent despite her compromised position. “I’m not playing this sick game.”
I chuckled, admiring the fire in her. This one had spirit—exactly what I’d seen in her from the first moment at Walker’s. Her Selecta Corrections dossier had gotten that part one hundred percent correct.
Subject’s resistance to her submissive sexual needs presents special opportunities, given her role in a criminal organization. We recommend she receive individual attention, ideally through the Rehabilitation in Criminal Surveillance program. In RCS, her considerable intelligence and force of will can be leveraged alongside her sexual training to produce results inthe field—quickly, if need be. Breaking her defiance dynamic through forced ageplay is suggested.
Translation: Louisa Bell was a bad girl with potential—so much potential that rather than catching her selling, having her testify against Charlie and Walker, and then sending her to serve a sentence at a Selecta Bad Girl Facility, I had ‘purchased’ her from them. I would have the distinct pleasure of beginning her reformation personally, while developing her skills not just as a fuck toy, but as an undercover informant. And the time horizon for the operation I needed Louisa for was very quick indeed.
“It’s not a request, little one,” I said, pitching my voice in the register I knew affected her. “It’s an opportunity to accept your new reality gracefully.”
I reached out and traced the collar around her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my fingertips. Her breathing quickened, those pretty breasts rising and falling rapidly. Despite her resistance, her body betrayed her at every turn.
“Tell me,” I whispered, leaning close enough that my breath stirred her hair, “do you think your old life is waiting for you somewhere? That boy who sold you without a second thought? The drug deals? The dead-end existence you were spiraling into?”
Her lower lip trembled, and I knew my words had found their mark. I pressed my advantage.
“Or do you think perhaps fate has delivered you exactly where you belong? In the care of someone who sees your true nature? Someone who will cherish what he’s purchased?”
“Fuck you,” she whispered, but there was no conviction behind it.
My hand cracked across her face before she could blink—not hard enough to mark her, just enough to shock.
“That’s two infractions now. The wet diaper, which we can forgive as an accident, and that filthy mouth, which we cannot.” I stood, towering over her. “Now you have a choice. Ask Daddy nicely to change your diaper, or sit in your own pee until morning while sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed.”
Her lovely face contorted with the internal battle. I watched, fascinated, as emotions warred across her features—rage, humiliation, desperation, and underneath it all, the first tendrils of submission seeking purchase.
“Please,” she finally whispered, the word barely audible.
“Please what, Little Lulu? Be specific.”
She closed her eyes, a single tear escaping down her cheek. “Please change my diaper… Daddy.”
Victory surged through me, sweeter than any arrest of a drug lord I’d ever brought about. I stroked her hair gently, rewarding her surrender.
“Good girl. You’re learning already.”
I unclipped her wrists from the bedpost, but left the cuffs connected. Louisa shuddered as with the controlled force of my hands I guided her to lie back on the bed, positioning a changing pad beneath her that I retrieved from the same drawer where my men had gotten her diaper.
“Legs up,” I instructed.
