Page 15 of Felix
A part of her mind argued this wasn’t normal. People didn’t take bottles and wear diapers. But it felt so good. She wished it were real. She didn’t want to disturb the dream because she liked the way she felt. Warm and loved. Cherished.
In her weird dream, she was diapered and sucking on something. A pacifier? None of it made sense, and yet it felt right. She sensed she was otherwise naked. Air was hitting her nipples, making them stiffen. Her sex felt swollen. It pulsed as though begging for attention.
She wanted to squirm and find a way to rub her sex against the inside of the diaper, but she didn’t allow herself to do so for fear any movement might yank her out of the oddly pleasant dream.
Someone was stroking her skin, up and down her arms and then her thighs. It was soothing, but every touch was making her tingle and crave more until she thought she might climb out of her skin.
Finally she bolted awake, gasping.
Felix was staring down at her, smiling. “You’re okay, Little one.” When he popped something out of her mouth, she realized the pacifier had been real.
She glanced down to see that the diaper was, too, as was his touch. Her arousal was also very real. She was consumed with a desperation she’d never experienced before. “Daddy…”
He rose from the chair and carried her back into the bedroom before setting her on her back in the middle of the mattress. He kissed her lips gently and then threaded their fingers together and held her hands alongside her head.
The moment their marks aligned, she arched against him and moaned. “Please…”
He lowered his mouth to her chest and sucked one of her nipples hard and fast before switching to do the same to the other. The sensation was powerful and made her crave his shaft even more.
“Please…” she begged louder.
“You need to pee first, Little one. Wet your diaper, and then I’ll clean you up and fill your pretty cunt again.”
She shook her head, feeling feistier than earlier. She did have to empty her bladder, but not into the diaper. “Bathroom.”
He chuckled. “I wondered when you would try to defy me.”
She squirmed as her need to pee grew more intense. “Bathroom, Daddy.”
He pulled her hands higher overhead, clasped both with one of his, keeping their marks aligned, and lowered his other hand to her stomach. “Submit to Daddy,” he instructed as he pressed against her bladder.
She cried out, almost unable to keep from peeing herself. When she tried to draw her knees up, he pushed between them, keeping her legs wide. His erection was against her, and herubbed it over her diaper, teasing her, making her need grow stronger.
“I don’t want to use a diaper, Daddy,” she protested.
“You’ll do it for me, Baby girl. I will diaper you often, and you will use it.”
Khloe felt pulled in two directions. It was totally out of her comfort zone to pee herself. She hadn’t wet herself since she’d been about two years old. The idea was preposterous and embarrassing.
On the other hand, her mate was staring at her with an intensity in his eyes that spoke volumes. He would not be backing down on this issue or any other. There would be no dissuading him from his demands.
Suddenly she wondered if this was how all the Alpha Protectors were with their mates. He’d said Alpha Protectors were more dominant and expected a deeper submission than mates in the valley, but did her sister wear diapers and call her mate Daddy? She needed to know. “Do all Alpha Protectors baby their mates like this?”
He smiled. “Yes, Little one. Not all are quite as dominant and demanding as I will be. You will submit to me deeper and more often than anyone I know. You will accept my rules and follow them at all times because it’s in your nature to do so. I will diaper you often, and when I do, you will wet yourself because it pleases me.”
Khloe swallowed hard. Somehow accepting the diaper, the bottle, and even his fingers in her bottom hadn’t been as difficult asusingthe diaper. The idea made her shudder.
Daddy pressed against her bladder again. “Do as you’re told, Little one. I promise it will feel good to obey me. You will learn to please me, and I will reward you.” When he bent to suck her nipple again, she understood exactly what he meant about rewarding her. He would use sex as a tool.
The new thought made her nipples pebble harder. Her clit pulsed with need. He wasn’t going to give her what she craved until she obeyed him, and the need to do so was overwhelming.
Never mind that her internal dialogue insisted adult women did not wet themselves in a diaper. That didn’t matter. It was overruled by the notion that she should obey her mate. Her Daddy. The man she wanted to please more than anyone in the world.
Khloe closed her eyes and focused on her bladder. She’d never peed in this position, lying on her back. It was awkward and difficult to convince her bladder to obey. Daddy was helping, though. His fingers palpated her abdomen until he touched just the right spot.
She couldn’t hold back another second. The moment she relaxed her bladder and gave up the fight, the dam let loose. She peed so much she could feel the diaper expanding between her legs and against her Daddy’s erection.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. Darn him. Every time he did that, she fell deeper under his spell. She would never be able to deny him because his words of praise were like a drug. She already craved them, and she knew that desire would grow in the coming days.