Page 63 of Daddy Devious

That’s all. No platitudes, no promises that it will all be okay. Because we both know before this is over I’m going to be a very, very sorry Little girl.

And maybe something inside me is broken, but that knowledge thrills me to my very core.

Another orgasm crashes over me, and my cries turn to screams of pleasure and pain as Daddy thrusts forward, burying himself completely inside me at the exact same time. I’m a mindless mess of need and fear, my mind as full of him as my body, and all I know is him and this wicked control he has over my very being.

“Fuck, little one.” With a groan, he pulls back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me for a moment before he pushes in again. Hard, fast, truly fucking my ass like he owns it.

Which he does.

He owns all of me, every single inch of my body. But more than that, he owns my heart. My very soul. All that I have is his, and his alone.

And with that knowledge, I surrender. I give myself over to him, to this brutal claiming as yet another orgasm shatters me. When he buries himself inside me one final time, pride swells in my chest as his cum fills that most secret, forbidden part of me. Now all of me has been claimed by him, and I am truly his.

I’m dimly aware of his murmured praise as he cleans me and dresses me in another diaper before pulling me close to his bare chest.

“Mine.” The word is little more than a growl, one I feel to my very bones.

“Forever?” I ask as my eyes flutter closed.

“For all of this life, and whatever comes next.”

Maxwell

I wake the next morning with the weight of my little one in my arms and I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face.

Fuck what Doctor D says. She’s sleeping here every night from now on. Naps and timeouts can be taken in her room, but her nights will be spent with her Daddy. And if I’m spoiling her by doing so, then so be it. After all, isn’t it a Daddy’s prerogative to spoil his Little girl a bit?

As if she can sense me watching her, Victoria stirs, her nose scrunching up as she fights her own body’s need to wake. Her eyelids slowly lift, and those big brown eyes blink owlishly up at me as a shy smile curves her lips. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Good morning, little one.” Leaning in, I drop a kiss on the end of her cute little nose. “Did you sleep well?

“Uh-huh.” She winces slightly, reaching back to rub her diaper-padded bottom. “My butt hurts.”

“I’m sure it does.” It pleases me to no end that she is still feeling my discipline the morning after. And that she seems no worse for wear. Perhaps it’s time to introduce her to the implements I keep stored in the naughty chest in her nursery.

Victoria wiggles in my arms, distracting me from the delicious images running rampant in my imagination. “What’s wrong, little one?”

“I, um, need to potty.”

“All right. Daddy will take you.”

“No!”

Looking down at her bright red face, I slowly raise a brow, pinning her with a stern glare. “Excuse me, little girl?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just, um, I?—”

The rest of what she says is mumbled so softly I can’t quite make it out. Placing a finger under her chin, I nudge her head up. “Use your words, little one. Tell Daddy what you want.”

Her face turns an ever darker red and worry creeps up my spine. Whatever she’s trying to tell me has her so upset I’m worried she might make herself sick with it. “It’s hard,” she whines, scissoring her legs again.

“Victoria Rose.” I put as much steel as I can muster into my words, and her eyes go round in response. “Tell Daddy what you need right now.”

“Iwannausemydiaper!” The words burst out of her without a pause and it takes me a moment to decipher them.

And when I do, pure joy fills my chest. “You do?”

“Uh-huh. But I don’t know how.” Tears glisten in her eyes. “I’ve tried before and I just can’t, um, make myself go.”

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