“Your husband wants you properly trained,” Rudy growled, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust deeper. “He wants you to learn what it means to be shared with his friends.”
The image was so vivid—Rudy’s powerful body moving behind Georgia’s slender form, her innocent face contorted with unwanted pleasure as he used her over the weight bench. The gleaming equipment surrounding them, the large mirror reflecting their coupling, the emergency exit door glowing red in the background…
Emergency exit.
My eyes flew open in the darkness as realization struck. The gym had a fire exit. I’d seen it yesterday during my workout—a red door with an illuminated exit sign next to the row of treadmill, bike, and rowing machine. It must lead to a stairwell, a way out of this nightmare.
Hope surged through me, chasing away the drowsiness. That was it—my escape route. During tomorrow’s workout, I could make a break for it. Run down the stairs, find help somehow. The plan wasn’t perfect, but it was something. A chance.
With this new purpose burning in my mind, I finally drifted into a fitful sleep, my dreams a confusing tangle of fire exits, weight benches, and Rudy’s hands on my body.
A sharp knock jolted me awake. Morning light filtered through the curtains as the door opened. The fire exit! The memory rushed back with crystal clarity—my path to freedom.
Mateo entered, his tall frame filling the doorway. Unlike Rudy’s occasional flashes of warmth, Mateo’s expression remained professionally neutral as he approached my bed.
“Good morning,” he said. “Time to get up.”
I sat up slowly, the diaper shifting beneath me. Looking up at him through my lashes, I decided to continue my act—to play the role of the gradually accepting captive.
“Good morning,” I replied softly. “Should I… should I call you Daddy Mateo?”
A hint of the same kind of surprise I had seen in Rudy’s eyes flickered in Mateo’s. “Yes,” he answered, his voice sounding a bit deeper than before. “That would be appropriate.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes downcast as he helped me out of bed. “Yes, Daddy Mateo.”
He led me to the bathroom, his hand firm, but not unkind on my arm. Once inside, he efficiently removed my nightgown and unfastened my diaper, his movements clinical and practiced.
“Use the toilet,” he instructed, standing directly in front of me as I sat down.
I obeyed, no longer bothering to close my eyes or turn away. The humiliation remained, but had somehow dulled.
As Mateo cleaned me with a warm washcloth, I found myself watching his face, studying the way his expression remained professionally detached even as his hands moved between my thighs. My mind felt strangely foggy, confused by the mixture of fear, humiliation, and unwanted arousal coursing through me.
“Daddy Mateo,” I said softly, the words slipping out before I could fully consider them, “are you looking forward to fucking my little pussy like Daddy Rudy is?”
His hands paused for just a fraction of a second, and something hot flashed in his dark eyes before he regained his composure.
“I certainly am looking forward to it,” he replied, “when your daddy says I may fuck you.” His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, just a fraction too deliberately to be accidental. “I’ve been hoping I would get the chance.”
I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning as I realized I couldn’t tell anymore if I was just playing along or if part of me actually wanted this enormous man to use me the way Jax had. The thought sent an unmistakable pulse of heat between my legs that made me squirm with shame.
Once I was diapered and dressed, Mateo led me through the apartment to the dining room where Jax waited, reading something on a tablet that he set aside when we entered. His eyes swept over me appreciatively.
“Good morning, Little Lulu,” he said, patting the chair beside him. “Come have breakfast with Daddy.”
I sat down, the feeling very thick beneath the dress. Rudy appeared with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, setting it before me with a lingering glance that made my stomach flutter nervously.
“I have some news,” Jax announced as I picked up my fork. “The conference with Oscar and Viktor will take place in two days.”
I nearly choked on my first bite of eggs. Two days. Just two days until whatever terrible plan these men had concocted would unfold. My window for escape was narrowing rapidly.
“I need to train you properly for your duties at the conference,” Jax continued, watching my reaction carefully. “You’ll beexpected to serve not just me, but several important associates. It’s a significant responsibility.”
“What exactly will I have to do?” I asked, my voice sounding very small.
Jax smiled. “You’ll learn soon enough,” he told me. Then, his voice taking on an intimate tone that made feel faint, he continued, “Being shared is such a big girl thing that if you behave yourself today, Little Lulu, you can earn your panties.”
I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. Panties instead of diapers? The offer dangled before me like a strange prize—a small piece of dignity restored, even as he promised to strip away what little remained.
