Louisa
I hesitated, then slowly raised my knees toward my chest. The position displayed my soaked diaper and everything else to him, and I wanted to curl into myself and disappear. But something in his eyes—a promise of consequences if I disobeyed—kept me from closing my legs.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, his fingers going to the Velcro tabs at my hips.
The sound of the fabric releasing made me wince. Each rip felt like another piece of my dignity being torn away. I stared at the ceiling, refusing to watch as this man—a stranger who now called himself my daddy—performed this most intimate act.
“Such a wet little girl,” he commented, folding down the front of the diaper to expose me. The cool air against my damp skin made me shiver. “Your body certainly knows who’s in charge—even though your mind is clearly still catching up.”
He wiped me with clinical efficiency, using baby wipes that smelled of powder and innocence. Each stroke of the cool cloth against my pussy and bottom sent unwanted sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip hard, determined not to make a sound.
“Do you know why I’m doing this myself instead of having my men handle it?” Jax asked conversationally, as if he were discussing the weather while cleaning between my legs.
I remained silent, focusing on a small crack in the ceiling paint.
“Answer Daddy when he asks you a question,” he prompted, his voice hardening slightly.
“No,” I whispered. “I don’t know why.”
His fingers paused their work, resting lightly against my inner thigh. “Because this body belongs to me now. Every inch of it. And I want you to understand that I will personally care for what is mine.” His hand moved higher, brushing against my sex. “Like this pretty little pussy. It’s Daddy’s responsibility now.”
I closed my eyes, mortified by the wetness I knew he could feel—wetness that had nothing to do with pee.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.
“Your body is honest, even when you try to lie,” he said, his fingers tracing my folds with deliberate slowness. “At the deepest, most important level, you know what you need.”
“I don’t need this,” I protested weakly.
“No?” He slipped a finger inside me, making me gasp. “Then why are you so wet for Daddy? Why does your little pussy clench around my finger like it’s desperate for more?”
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even think straight with his finger inside me, slowly pumping in and out.
“This is mine now,” he continued, adding a second finger and making me whimper. “To use or not use. To pleasure or deny pleasure. To punish or reward. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my hips betraying me by arching up to meet his hand.
“Yes, what?” he prompted, his thumb finding my clit.
“Oh, god…” I sobbed. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jax looked down at my mound with a frown. His thumb brushed against my pubic hair, tugging it slightly.
“First thing tomorrow morning, we’re shaving this,” he announced, as if discussing a mundane household chore. “A little girl’s pussy should be smooth and bare. It will help you understand who you really are.”
The matter-of-fact way he referred to my private parts made me cringe. The shameful heat building between my legs just kept growing, though, as his fingers continued their skilled manipulation.
“Tell me something, Little Lulu,” he said casually, never pausing the rhythmic movement of his hand. “Are you upset that I’m blaming you for wetting your diaper when you clearly had no choice? When I deliberately left you here knowing you’d need to go?”
I froze, unsure how to answer. Was this a trick question? If I said no, would I be admitting I deserved the humiliation? If I said yes, would he punish me for questioning him?
“Of course I’m mad,” I finally replied, my voice small but defiant. “It’s completely unfair. You set me up to fail. No one even told me I was supposed to hold it in.”
A slow smile spread across his face, and I realized with a sinking feeling that I’d given him exactly the response he wanted.
“It’s very important,” he said, pressing his fingers deeper inside me, “that Little Lulu learns that her daddy will decide what happens to her. Especially to her body.” His thumb circled my clit with devastating precision. “And most especially to her little pussy and her little bottom.”
