He traced a circle around her nipple. “No, Baby girl. Breathe through the need until it subsides.”
She groaned loud enough to shake the walls. When she tried to pull her knees together again, Daddy quickly swatted her inner thighs before landing one smack directly to her pussy.
Olivia screamed. She almost came again. Her clit was on fire, pulsing, greedy, frustrated.
“Deep breaths,” he encouraged in a calm voice. She knew it was hard for him to maintain the façade that he was unaffected. He was so totally affected. His need to mount her and claim her filled the room.
Maybe another female wouldn’t scent his pheromones so strongly, but Olivia’s other four senses were heightened, leaving her with no doubt he was as affected as her.
Damon set his hands on her inner thighs and stroked her sensitive skin, forcing her to continue to feel the need, drawing it out.
Eventually, the need retreated enough to allow her to take some normal breaths.
“That’s my good girl. Do you feel better?”
She shook her head. “Meanie.”
He chuckled. “It was just as hard on me as it was on you.”
“That’s your fault,” she sassed, sniffling.
“I bet you’ll think twice before you test me next time. He slid his mean fingers down to gently stroke her folds. Your greedy pussy feels empty, doesn’t it?”
She pursed her lips, not willing to answer him.
“Still mad at me, Little rebel?”
Darn him. “Yes,” she blurted.
“That’s okay. I think you learned a lesson.” He opened a drawer on the changing table. “I’m going to put a new diaper on you, Little rebel. Then you can try your playpen again while I make us something to eat. I bet you’ll stay on your bottom this time.”
The sound of a lid flipping open made her flinch, and a moment later, he was rubbing cream onto her folds.
Olivia gritted her teeth to keep from begging him to penetrate her.
She was exhausted by the time he unfastened the strap and lifted her into his arms. She winced when her bladder made itself known. “I need to go potty, Daddy.”
He carried her out of the nursery and through the master bedroom, not stopping. “You can use your diaper, Little rebel. It will be good for you to get that experience out of the way.”
She pouted. “Don’t want to, Daddy. Please can I use the toilet?”
“I won’t always insist on you wearing and using a diaper, Olivia, but I want you to experience how freeing it feels. Sometimes I won’t give you options. You’ll use your diaper because it’s what Daddy tells you to do. This is one of those times.”
She whimpered as he lowered her into the playpen. He was being so stern. Would he always be like this?
“Explore, Little rebel.” He walked away, leaving her gritting her teeth because she needed to pee, leaving her alone in an environment she knew nothing about, leaving her with her thoughts and nerves and arousal.
For a few long minutes, she stayed right where he’d set her. She didn’t have her glasses, and she didn’t want to ask for them again. She wanted to stew for a bit. She also wished her heartrate would slow down and the need she felt between her legs would ease. Neither of those things happened.
I need to pee.
She focused on Damon where he stood across the room in the kitchen. She could tell when he moved back and forth by the change in lighting. She could hear his feet on the hardwood even though he wasn’t wearing shoes. She was pretty sure he was barefoot, and based on what she’d felt with her legs when he’d carried her, he was now wearing jeans. He still had on the T-shirt, or maybe he’d changed it to another one.
Scents filled the air as he started cooking. Burgers? They smelled so good. Her stomach growled. The only thing she’d swallowed today was the bottle he’d given her earlier. She’d been too nervous to eat before the ceremony.
A few minutes later, she couldn’t take the pressure any longer, so she gave up the fight and wet herself. Fine. If he wanted to deal with diapers, let him. The relief was tremendous.
Chapter Eight
