Page 51 of Daddy Devious

“You don’t think I’m a selfish brat?”

His smile widens. “No. Not at all. But I do think you owe Caleb an apology. He truly just wants the best for you, as does everyone on this island. And when I’m not available, he will be the one responsible for your care, unless you’re with one of your uncles or Auntie Cat.”

An apology seems like the least of what I owe Caleb, so I nod. “I’ll apologize.”

“That’s my good girl. Now, was that everything? Nothing else happened I should know about?”

Heat rises to my cheeks as I lower my gaze to his pretty silk tie. It’s a deep purple, so deep it could be mistaken for black from a distance. But up close it’s like outer space and I’m fascinated by it. “Um, there was one tiny thing. But it’s silly.”

“Nothing that upsets my Little girl is silly. Tell Daddy what happened.”

“It’s just… my milk tasted wrong. And I was so upset already I just… spit it out.”

“Ah. I see.”

I risk a peek up at him, surprised to see a full-on grin stretched across his handsome face. “You do?”

“Yes. You’ve gotten used to the taste of Auntie Cat’s milk. But she isn’t the only one on the island providing milk for our Littles. We have an entire farm of pretty little cows, and you must have gotten their milk this morning. There’s nothing wrong with it, but it does taste different. Not even all of Auntie Cat’s milk will taste exactly the same all the time.”

“Oh.” I wrinkle my nose as I try to process this new information. “But it didn’t taste like the milk you buy at the store.”

“Because it’s not from real cows,” he explains with a chuckle. “It’s from human cows. I can take you to visit them sometime if you like. The farm has other animals you can visit with as well.”

“Like a petting zoo?”

“Something like that. There are even horses and carriage rides around the farm.”

“Horsies?” I squeal, bouncing on his lap with delight. “Oh, yes please! Can we go now? Please, Daddy, I’ll be so, so good!”

“Hmm. First you’ll have to show Daddy how well you ride if you want to play with the horsies.”

Reaching between us, he undoes his slacks, and his cock springs free, hard and ready. Arousal floods my body at the sightof him, and I grind myself against him with a whimper in search of release.

“None of that, little one.” His scolding is gentle, playful even as he lifts me up to settle me on his cock. “You don’t come unless Daddy allows it. First, show Daddy what a good little rider you are, Victoria.”

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I obey without hesitation, rolling my hips to accept all of him inside me. The thick length of him stretches me with a bite of pain that only fuels my need and again I whimper as I ride him.

“Good girl.” His voice is rough, thick with the same desire I see flashing in his eyes, and for the first time since I signed that contract I feel… powerful. Wanted. Desired in a way no other man has ever made me feel.

Pleasure builds in my core, a pressure I’m frantic to release, and I ride for everything I’m worth as Daddy grips my hips, urging me on.

“Faster, Victoria. Daddy wants to fill that sweet little pussy up soon. I want you to spend the rest of the day with my cum filling your diaper.”

His words humiliate me, but that only makes me want him more. In the short time I’ve been with him, I’ve come to crave these wicked, forbidden things he does to me. It feels sowrong, wearing my baby clothes while I ride Daddy's cock, but I don’t care. I want to be his good girl and his filthy little baby, all at the same time, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without him when I return to New York.

Because I can’t stand the thought of leaving him, I ride faster, desperate to prove what a good girl I am. To prove to him that he needs me just as much as I’ve come to need him in the short time we’ve had together.

Digging his fingers into my hips, he holds me still as his cock swells inside me, filling me with his cum just as he promised. Itry to wiggle, to get some kind of pressure on my clit to find my own release, but his tight grip on me keeps me locked in place, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“You are averyskilled rider, little thief.” His smile is somewhat lopsided, lazy with sated pleasure. “Time to get you back in your diaper so Daddy can get to his next meeting.”

“Oh, but…” Heat rushes to my cheeks. “I didn’t…”

Clearly amused by my stammering, Daddy cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t what, Victoria? Use your big girl words.”

“I didn’t get to come,” I whisper.

“No, you didn’t. And why is that?”

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