Page 167 of Morally Gray Daddies

"Such a pretty little bottom," Lord Adrian murmured appreciatively. His fingers trailed over my exposed flesh, sending shivers through me. "But I think it needs a bit of decoration for tonight's event."

I felt my breath catch in my throat as Lord Adrian’s upper body shifted and I realized he had reached into his pocket. He showed me a small velvet pouch. With exquisite slowness, holding it before my eyes, he loosened the drawstring and tipped the contents into his palm, but then he withdrew that hand. I twisted my neck, trying to see what he held, but his broad chest blocked my view.

"Eyes forward, young lady," he chided gently. "This is a surprise for my good little girl."

I bit my lip and faced forward again, my mind racing with possibilities. What kind of "decoration" did he have planned for my bottom?

The sound of a cap being flipped open reached my ears, followed by a soft squelching noise. My muscles tensed as I realized he must be applying lubricant to… whatever it was.

"Relax, Emily," Lord Adrian murmured, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. "Daddy knows what's best for his naughty little Alice."

I tried to calm my breathing as I felt something cool and slick press against my most intimate place. It was small and tapered at first, but as Lord Adrian applied steady pressure, I felt it gradually stretching my most intimate place.

A whimper escaped my lips as understanding dawned. It was a butt plug. Lord Adrian was inserting a butt plug into my bottom, right here in the back of the limousine. Slowly, inexorably, I felt the thing push into me.

It was small, but the intrusion was still uncomfortable and foreign. Above all, it made me feel… open. I chewed on my lower lip, thinking of my Daddy’s words before we’d gotten into the limo.

My Daddy. I realized with a hot blush that I’d just thought of him that way, without any prompting — or any warning. Not Lord Adrian, nor even My Sponsor Daddy. Just… my Daddy.

I squirmed instinctively and embarrassingly as the plug settled fully inside me, the widest part stretching my tight ring of muscle before narrowing again. Lord Adrian's hand came down firmly on my bottom.

"Be still, young lady," he admonished. "A good girl takes her daddy's presents without fussing."

I froze, my face burning with shame. The plug felt huge inside me, though logically I knew it must be quite small. Every tiny movement sent shockwaves of sensation through my body.

"There now," Lord Adrian said, sounding pleased. "That wasn't so bad, was it? And look how pretty it is."

He held up a small mirror, angling it so I could see my reflection when I twisted my face around over my shoulder to the right. My eyes widened as I took in the sight. Nestled between my bottom cheeks was a gleaming jewel - deep blue to match my Alice costume.

"A sapphire for my little Alice," my Daddy murmured. "It suits you perfectly."

He fastened my diaper and pulled up my plastic pants, then helped me sit up, rearranging my skirt as I did so, just as if I were a little girl who couldn’t do it for herself. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, and I had to bite back a gasp. Lord Adrian's eyes glittered with amusement.

"You'll wear this all evening," he informed me. "It will remind you who you belong to, even as you charm the crowd — and of course it will make you think of what will happen after the gala."

I felt my face flush hot at my Daddy's words, the implications sinking in. The plug inside me seemed to throb with each beat of my racing heart, a constant reminder of my submission to this man. Of what he planned to do to me later.

"Now then," Lord Adrian said briskly, his tone shifting to something more businesslike. "We have an important task tonight, young lady. The press will be out in full force, eager for any gossip about my latest 'scandal'. Your job is to be utterly charming and innocent. Play up the Alice persona — wide-eyed wonder at everything you see, childlike enthusiasm. Make them fall in love with you."

I nodded, trying to focus on his words despite the distracting sensations from the plug. "Yes… Daddy," I whispered, the title still feeling foreign on my tongue.

Lord Adrian's eyes darkened at the word. His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Good girl," he murmured. "If you perform well tonight, there may be a reward in it for you. But if you displease me in any way…" He let the threat hang unspoken between us.

The limo slowed to a stop, and I heard the muffled sounds of a crowd outside. My stomach churned with nerves. Lord Adrian gave me one last appraising look before opening the door.

"Showtime, Alice," he said with a rakish grin.

My heart pounded as Lord Adrian helped me out of the limo. The flashing lights of cameras temporarily blinded me, and I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. The noise of the crowd was overwhelming after the quiet of the car.

"Remember," Lord Adrian murmured in my ear, his hand firm on the small of my back, "wide-eyed innocence. You're Alice in Wonderland, enchanted by everything you see."

I nodded slightly, trying to calm my racing pulse. As my vision cleared, I took in the scene before me. We stood on a red carpet leading up to an imposing museum building. Reporters and photographers lined both sides, shouting questions and snapping photos. Other costumed guests milled about, some already posing for the cameras.

Lord Adrian guided me forward, and I tried to channel the Alice character as best I could. I widened my eyes, letting my gaze dart around in apparent wonder. The plug inside me shifted with each step, a constant reminder of my true status beneath the costume.

"Lord Adrian!" a reporter called out. "Is this your new girlfriend?"

My Daddy turned, pulling me close to his side. "This is Alice," he said with a charming smile. "She's accompanying me this evening."

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