My mind reeled. Jax wasn’t a criminal? This whole time, he’d been… what? A cop? An agent? “I don’t understand,” I whispered.
“I need your help,” he continued, his hands taking mine, engulfing them completely. “The conference will take place at the Velvet Crown Club. We’re not going to kill the criminals—we’re going to arrest them. But I need you to look like you’re responsible for the arrests.”
“Me?” I squeaked.
“Yes. If everything goes according to plan, you’ll be put in Selecta’s relocation program. You can have a new life wherever you want, an ordinary life,” Jax explained. “Meanwhile, I’ll keep my cover intact for future operations.”
My head spun as I tried to process this information. Jax wasn’t evil. He wasn’t planning mass murder. He was… helping me? Saving me from the consequences of my own terrible decisions?
“You’re… you’re one of the good guys?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Jax’s lips curved into a small smile. “I wouldn’t go that far. Let’s just say I’m working for a corporation that wants to clean up this city.”
Relief washed over me in waves so powerful I felt lightheaded. The fear that had been my constant companion since overhearing his conversation with Oscar and Viktor melted away, replaced by something else—something warm and unsettling that bloomed in my chest as I looked at this man who had punished me, used me, and apparently been trying to save me all along.
“Oh,” I breathed, the simple syllable containing a universe of realization. “Oh, Jax.”
And then, without thinking, I blurted out, “I think I love you.”
The words hung in the air between us, naked and vulnerable. I immediately wanted to take them back, to stuff them back inside where they couldn’t hurt me. What had I been thinking? This man had kidnapped me, disciplined me, shared me with his bodyguards. How could I possibly love him?
But I did. Somehow, impossibly, I did.
Jax’s steel-gray eyes warmed as he reached out to cup my cheek. “I think I love you too, Little Lulu,” he said quietly. “And I’ll do my best to look after you.”
My heart soared at his words, but then he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
“But listen to me carefully,” he said. “Even though we may be in love with each other, this opportunity is much too important to let our feelings get in the way. The conference needs to go forward exactly as planned. Lives depend on it—not just yours, but many others who are suffering because of the drug trade.”
I nodded, understanding the gravity of what he was saying. “What do I need to do?”
“Just follow my lead,” Jax replied. “Be the obedient little girl we’ve trained you to be. When the time comes, I’ll give you very specific instructions.”
He released my hand and stood, his imposing height making me feel small and protected all at once. “I know you can do this, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice filled with confidence in me that I didn’t entirely feel myself.
Then, to my surprise, he sat back down and gathered me onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. I melted against his broad chest, inhaling his masculine scent as he held me. In that moment, despite everything, I felt safe. As if nothing could harm me as long as I was in my daddy’s arms.
We sat like that for several minutes, his large hand stroking my back in soothing circles. Eventually, I gathered my courage to ask the question that had been forming in my mind since his revelation.
“What exactly will I have to do at the conference?” I asked, my voice small.
Jax’s hand paused momentarily on my back before resuming its gentle rhythm. “No matter what I do to you, or what Oscar and Viktor and even their bodyguards do to you, you have to pretend to love it.”
My eyes went wide and my heart started to pound. The implication was clear—I would be touched, used, fucked by these men I’d come to fear. Men who, unlike Jax, truly were the criminals they appeared to be.
“I’m not sure I can,” I said, my voice barely audible.
Jax’s eyes narrowed. He stood me up in front of him, between his knees, and took off my t-shirt and diaper in quick, efficient movements. I stood before him, completely naked except for my collar, as he reached for the panties I’d dropped on the bed.
“Put these on,” he instructed, his voice neutral, but with an undertone of steel.
My hands trembled slightly as I took the frilly white panties from him and stepped into them, pulling them up my legs. The softfabric felt strange after days in diapers, but there was something undeniably exciting about being allowed this small piece of grown-up clothing again—and even more naughtily stimulating that their little-girl appearance hid such a forbidden secret.
Once I had them in place, Jax turned me around and bent me over slightly. I felt his finger on the pearl button in the seat of the panties, pressing on it slightly. I whimpered involuntarily—I could feel myself clench, and I felt my arousal practically gush out of my vagina.
“Are you really not sure you can ‘pretend’ to like what happens to you at the conference?” Jax asked, his finger maintaining that tantalizing pressure on the button.
“Please…” I whispered, uncertain as usual what I even wanted.
