Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“And? Did she tell your father? Did they punish you?”
Olivia’s face turned a darker shade of pink as she shook her head. “She didn’t tell my father. She also didn’t discipline me. She told me my punishment would happen on its own because my actions would cause me to feel a very strong pull toward you and make the next year last an eternity.”
Damon chuckled gently. “Your mother is a smart woman. She was right, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, Sir,” Olivia whispered.
Damon pressed his hand more firmly against her pussy. “But you didn’t play with your pussy, Little rebel?” God, he loved her flush.
Her voice was very small as she murmured, “My mother said the other half of my punishment would be controlling the urge to touch myself. She said my pleasure belonged to you and that touching myself would only make the feelings I was experiencing grow and drive me crazy.”
Damon had a great deal of respect for Olivia’s intelligent mother. He wouldn’t have faulted Olivia for succumbing to the urge to masturbate, but he liked the fact that she had refrained. He liked knowing her pleasure was his.
“I’m proud of you, Little rebel. Your mother was right. If you had fingered your little clit, it would have only made you crave the sensation more. I know because I did not heed your mother’s advice. I wrapped my hand around my cock nearly every day, thinking of you. The memory of your scent was like a drug, and I was an addict,” he admitted.
Her lips parted. “You did?” Could her cheeks get any redder?
“Yes, Baby girl.” He slid his middle finger over her clit again. “I’m going to take these panties off and show you what you’ve been craving.”
“Please…”
He moved to the end of the changing table, guided her knees together, and lowered her panties down her legs, baring the last private parts of her to his view.
Her scent was so potent; he was going to come in his pants. It was inevitable, and he didn’t care. Damon guided her knees apart and pressed her thighs wide so he could stare at his mate’s pretty pussy. He eased his hands closer until his thumbs were inches from her folds.
When he pulled her labia apart, his pretty girl gasped. “Daddy…”
“I know, Baby girl. Let Daddy look for a minute. Your curls are so very pretty. I’m going to remove them after I memorize how pretty they are.”
Her breath hitched. “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to put a cream on your pussy that will dissolve the hair and leave your skin bare.”
“Why?” Her voice squeaked.
“It’s our custom, Little rebel, and you will spend a lot of your time diapered now. Your curls would trap moisture and give you a rash.”
She shivered, which didn’t surprise him. He knew what reactions to expect from his mate after speaking with several mated Alphas. She was ignorant of their ways and would continue to be shocked and probably argumentative for a while. “I don’t want to wear a diaper, Daddy,” she mumbled.
He leaned over to kiss her pussy reverently, rubbing his cheek against her wet curls. “You’ll adjust, Baby girl. You’ll learn to enjoy the freedom that comes with wearing a diaper. It won’t seem so strange as you get used to it.”
She shook her head. “I’m not a baby, Daddy.”
“You’re my Baby girl, Olivia. Mine to cherish and protect, mine to spoil and dote on. You will learn to submit to the customs of my people. In fact, you will learn to crave my type of dominance. Soon you will want to obey my directives because the rewards will bring you great pleasure.”
“What rewards?”
He loved how her voice squeaked again, and he couldn’t resist showing her. Now. He’d intended to remove her curls first, but he decided to reward her first. It would be all the more intense knowing she hadn’t let herself experience pleasure at her own hand.
Parting her thighs farther, he lowered his face to her pussy. He hovered above her drenched slit and inhaled deeply until his cock pressed so hard against his zipper that he feared it would push its way out of the waistband of his pants.
It might, and he noted it wouldn’t scare her because she wouldn’t see it. That thought made his dick even harder.
Finally, Damon slid his tongue along his Little girl’s slit, lapping up her juices, allowing himself the first taste of her essence. She was even better than he’d imagined. Sweet and salty. Tangy. He would never get enough of her.
Olivia cried out as her pulse picked up and her chest arched off the table again.
Damon nuzzled her clit before flicking it with his tongue. It was swollen and wet, the skin so smooth. He couldn’t wait to remove her curls so he could see it more directly. But first…