Page 17 of Brock
Still holding her bottom in the air, he calmly said, “You don’t tell Daddyno, Little one. If you have an issue with something,you’re free to bring it up and discuss it with me, but my word will always be final. I will not force you to wear diapers during the day, but you will wear them at night, and you will learn to use them.”
She pursed her lips defiantly.
He lowered her bottom to the diaper but kept a firm grip on her ankles. “Your submission to me runs very deep, Suzette. Every time you wet your diaper, you’ll think of that submission. You’ll think of how deeply I cherish you. So deeply that I want to care for even your most intimate needs. When you wake up in the morning and feel the thick sodden material between your legs, I want you to use that to help your mindset. Instead of fretting over the embarrassment, you’ll focus on your submission.”
He set his free hand on her chest and teased her breasts with his fingers.
She arched into his palm yet again as her body responded to him against her will.
“That’s my good girl. Tell Daddy you understand.”
She swallowed. “I understand, Daddy.”
He gave her another of his panty-melting smiles. “Are you going to argue with me about wearing a diaper?”
She shook her head, her cheeks heating from the embarrassment of her submission.
He lowered her legs and spread them wide before grazing the mark on his wrist across her inner thigh.
Suzette nearly flew off the table. Only the restraints kept her from hitting the ceiling. Any contact with his mark affected her. It was most strong when he pressed their two marks together but sliding his wrist over any part of her body made her arousal go from the steady five it seemed to be all the time to a ten.
“Daddy…” she begged. She needed him to stop teasing her. His wrist was maddening against her inner thigh.
“What do you need, Little doll?”
She wasn’t sure what he was asking until she focused on his face and then lowered her gaze to her inner thigh. “Please put the diaper on me, Daddy,” she found herself saying.
Her words shocked her, but they came from this newfound need to submit to him. It would be nearly impossible to deny him much of anything. That’s how deep their connection was. She did not want to disappoint him.
Before closing the front of the diaper, he grabbed a tube of ointment from the drawer, squeezed a generous amount on his fingers, and gently rubbed it into her folds. “This will protect your skin, Little doll. The formula will help you sleep soundly, but you’ll soon slide into a new mindset. Your body will settle deeper in the night, knowing instinctively that it’s okay to pee yourself. Eventually you won’t even notice. Try not to fight it.”
The feel of his fingers tormenting her folds and all the way down to her tight bottom hole was maddening. By the time he cleaned his hands and secured her diaper, she was panting.
He released her bonds, lifted her into his arms, and rocked her against his body for several minutes before lowering her into the crib. He tucked her doll, Molly, in next to her, settled the softest lavender blanket she’d ever felt over her, and put her pacifier back in her mouth.
His lips lingered on her forehead for a long time before he raised the railing. “Sleep, Little mate of mine. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Before he left the room, she lost the fight and let herself slip into a deep slumber.
Chapter Seven
“Talk to me,” Brock said to his father as soon as he stepped outside where he wouldn’t disturb his mate. He dropped onto one of the Adirondack chairs and propped the monitor on the side table next to him where he could keep a close eye on his mate.
His father took a deep breath. “We have no leads, and no one has a single clue who might have taken her. There’s been no trace of him. Two Alpha shifters were stationed at that cave for the rest of the day, but whoever abducted her did not return.”
“I’m sure he scented them anytime he got close and backed off,” Brock stated, frustration mounting. He’d hoped to hear good news and find out they had the man in custody by now.
“Though that does seem logical,” Owen agreed, “the Alpha Protectors should have scented him first. Our senses are far more heightened.”
Brock groaned. His father was right. “I couldn’t scent him at the house or the cave. The only smell was that of my mate. She was the one I tracked to that cave. In addition, it’s not logical that he was able to sneak up on Elias. No wolf could sneak up on Elias. What do you think we’re dealing with here?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m concerned, though. Somehow this man managed to creep around your mate for several days without anyone being able to identify him. It’s mind boggling that he managed to sneak up on Elias, too. Unheard of.”
Brock leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t like this. Any of it. It was apparent from today’s insanity that whoever dared to abduct Brock’s mate was able to mask his scent somehow.
As far as Brock knew, no one had ever managed to outwit the Alpha Protectors. Was he fucking with them? Trying to prove a point? That he was a threat and no one was safe from him?
It would seem that the man’s intent was indeed far more nefarious than any of them had expected. He wasn’t a harmless peeping tom. He had used today as a warning. An example. He hadn’t laid a single hand on Suzette in a sexual or harmful way other than the bruising she sustained from being hauled up the mountain like a sack of potatoes. As a shifter, she would heal fast. There would be no lingering evidence of the bruises by tomorrow.