Page 25 of Layla's Daddy

My mouth falls open when he lifts my arms over my head and cuffs my wrists to the end of the table. I shiver. I’m naked, but I’m not cold. I’m so turned on I’m going to hyperventilate.

My breath hitches as Daddy bends my knees and parts my legs wide. Cool air makes my nipples pucker as Daddy slides his palms down my inner thighs until he reaches my pussy. He doesn’t touch me at first, though. He simply looks at me.

I tremble as I watch him.

His expression is reverent as he parts my folds, exposing me further. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Layla.” This is not his Daddy voice. This is the voice he will use when he takes me to his bed.

I’m so turned on I could practically beg him to do so right now. I can’t, though. He was serious when he told me I needed to be certain about us before I ask him to enter my body.

“I want to kiss your pussy, Baby girl,” he breathes out.

I tremble. “Please, Daddy.” I want that, too. I want it more than my next breath.

“Has anyone ever made you come?” he asks.

“Only me.”

He groans as if this drives him crazy. “How, Little one? What do you do when you masturbate? Do you use your hands? Do you need a toy? A vibrator? A bullet? A butterfly?”

“I have a rabbit in my apartment,” I admit softly.

“Mmm.” He bends forward and kisses my pelvis, not touching me where I need contact the most. “From now on, your orgasms are mine, Baby girl.”

I suck in a breath. He doesn’t really need to tell me that. My orgasms were already his.

He parts my folds and slowly strokes the smooth skin. “No more vibrators, Little one. No fingers, either. Keep your hands away from your pussy, understood?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.” My voice catches. It’s hard to focus with him teasing my shaved mons.

He drags a finger through my wetness at the entrance to my pussy and then lifts it to his mouth and sucks it. He moans as if I’m the sweetest flavor he’s ever had.

I arch and buck to no avail. I need more. I need him to suck me. I’ve never craved something like that before, nor has anyone suggested it, but suddenly I think I might expire if he doesn’t wrap his lips around my pussy.

He slowly lowers his head until he can reach my clit with his tongue, and he flicks the swollen nub, making me cry out. Thank goodness Daddy’s neighbors are all far enough away they can’t hear me. I don’t have any idea if I would scream during sex, but I’m betting I will when the sex is as good as it’s going to be with Daddy.

Holding my thighs, he suddenly sucks my pussy—my folds and my clit—at the same time.

I writhe beneath him, but there’s no budging from Daddy’s grip when he’s determined. He thrusts his tongue into my channel next, making my eyes roll back. “Oh…God…” I cry out.

My body stiffens, and I stop breathing right before the best orgasm of my life makes my entire body shake from head to toe.

Daddy keeps suckling me until I wince from sensitivity.

I’m gasping for oxygen, my chest rising and falling, my legs shaking.

Daddy wipes his lips on his sleeve and looks at me. “Fuck, you make me forget myself, Layla.”

I give him a slow smile, blushing.

His hands are trembling as he opens the diaper cream and rubs it into my swollen sensitive folds. I’ve affected him. It’s heady.

“You’ll wear a diaper this morning, Baby girl. If you’re good and keep it wet for me, I won’t put the naughty-girl gel in your pee-pee hole.” He lifts a brow as he puts a diaper under my hips and secures it around me.

A part of me wants to ask him if I can please wear panties, but I don’t think it’s prudent to argue with him. I doubt it will ever be the best plan. I should just be grateful when he gives me panties and graciously accept it when he diapers me.

When he’s done, he unfastens me from the table and stands me on my feet, taking my hand next to lead me to the closet. It’s filled with pretty dresses that take my breath away. Daddy chooses one. “Arms up.”

I lift my arms and let him lower the simple cotton dress over my head. It’s pink T-shirt material, and when he squats down in front of me to reach between my legs, I realize the dress is more like a onesie.