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“Because you didn’t say I could.”

“That’s right.” Cupping my chin again, he runs his thumb over my lip before leaning in to capture my mouth with his. I surrender to it, to him, with a sigh and we stay locked in that sweet embrace for a long moment before he pulls away. “You are mine, Victoria Rose. Which means every bit of you, including your pleasure, belongs to me. And if I want to keep you a wet, needy mess the rest of the day, what are you going to say?”

I want to beg, scream, cry. But I know what he’s looking for, and just like last night when he asked if I was his baby, this moment feels big. Important. As though my obedience in this one thing is more important than I realize.

So I give him the answer I know he wants from me. “I say ‘Yes, Daddy’.”

A brilliant smile blooms on his face and my heart leaps at the sight of it. Wrapping his arms around me, he rises from his chair and carries me to the small changing table on the other side of his office. “Good girl. As luck would have it, I’m feeling generous today. You may come, but you’ll have to make it happen all on your own while Daddy works.”

Confused, I glance down at where he’s busy wrapping me in another diaper. “But…”

“Yes, little one?”

“How am I supposed to… when I’m wearingthat?”

His smile turns wicked and he scoops me up to carry me back to his desk, where he perches me on one knee. “You’re a smart girl, Victoria. I’m sure you’ll figure something out. But you have to be very quiet because Daddy is about to get a very important call.”

As if on cue, his phone rings and he leans over to answer it. “Charles. Right on time, as usual.”

“Maxwell!” A jovial, booming voice fills the room. “How the hell are ya? What have you been up to lately? Rumor has it you’ve become a bit of a hermit these past few months.”

“I’ve been working on some projects that required a bit more of a… hands-on approach.”

As he says this, he pops the front buttons of my onesie open, pushing the fabric aside to bare my breasts to him. Cupping one breast as he talks to his friend, he pinches my nipple and pleasure arcs through me. Unable to help myself, I shift so I’m straddling his thigh, and I grind my pussy against my wet, cum-filled diaper in a desperate race for release.

Again I’m struck by how wrong it must be, to get this much pleasure from being his Little girl. It’s sick and twisted—but I love every second of it.

A whimper escapes my lips as the need coils tighter in my belly, earning me a warning look from Daddy as he gives my nipple a sharp twist. The pain spurs me on and I bite my lip against a moan as I ride his thigh faster and faster.

Bracing my hands on his thigh, I grind harder against my diaper, putting more pressure on my aching clit while Daddy plays with my nipples.

I’m no longer even aware of the conversation happening around me. My entire being is focused on the pleasure betweenmy thighs. On reaching the pinnacle that feels so frustratingly out of reach.

It’s the pain that finally sends me flying. Another sharp pinch of my nipple pushes me over the edge and I come, white-hot pleasure flooding my body as I grit my teeth against the scream burning in my throat.

When I finally stop moving, Daddy shifts me so I’m cradled in his arms like a baby. A moment later, Caleb materializes beside the desk, bottle in hand. Without missing a beat in whatever business deal he’s negotiating, Daddy slides the rubber nipple between my lips, rocking me gently as the cold sweetness fills my mouth.

And just like that, I’m his good girl again, with my diaper full of our mutual pleasure, and I can’t help but think life couldn’t possibly get any better than this.

Chapter Twenty-One

Tori

Over the next few weeks, Daddy and I fall into something of a routine. In the mornings, he wakes me and bathes me, dressing me for the day before taking me downstairs to his office. If he has time, he feeds me breakfast but most days that task falls to Caleb. I’ve learned my lesson about fighting this changing of the guard, but I still prefer the days Daddy can take care of me himself. It feels special, that time he carves out of his day just for me, but at least I have him to myself most evenings.

When he isn’t too busy with work, Daddy takes me shopping or to the park. He’s promised to take me to the petting zoo but so far we haven’t made it there.

In fact, the past few days we’ve barely had any time together at all. Not only has Caleb fed me breakfast, but lunch and dinner as well. Last night, Caleb even dressed me for bed, a change of routine I did not handle well and which ended with me going to bed with a red-hot bottom courtesy of Caleb. I laid awake for nearly an hour, my heart pounding as I waited for Daddy to come and add his own discipline to Caleb’s but he never came.

This morning the discomfort from my punishment has faded, but as I wait for Daddy to come and get me up, my imagination runs wild with possible scenarios. I’m well aware that delayed discipline does not mean forgotten discipline, unfortunately for me and my bottom.

The longer I lie here, staring up at the ceiling and worrying over my fate, the more restless I become. I am capable of climbing out of the crib myself but the one time I tried, Daddy made it very clear I was not to do so again. That was the day I learned exactly how well a diaper traps the heat of a freshly spanked bottom.

But again my bladder is making its needs known, and I desperately need the potty.

Is he trying to force my hand? I know he said it would be my choice unless I was very naughty, but maybe he’s changed his mind. Maybe he’s tired of waiting for me to do it on my own, so he’s decided to take the choice out of my hands.

That thought brings tears to my eyes. Is that why he hasn’t been spending as much time with me the past few days? Is he tired of my constant refusal to do this one thing he’s asked of me? Is that why he didn’t punish me last night for fighting with Caleb? After all, my thirty-day contract is nearly up, so maybe he’s simply ready to be rid of me since I can’t seem to behave myself for more than a few hours at a time.

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