by Grant, Livia
Jack moved to the end of the table. “Open your legs for me,” he ordered, tapping her knees.
She let her knees fall to the side.
She expected to feel the cold touch of the vibe against her cunt, but he surprised her with a warm kiss to the inside of her knee.
“Just relax and feel everything, baby girl,” he commanded, biting down on her thigh as he made his way to her sex. Her aching sex. How come his voice and words affected her in a way so far only a whip had done?
“Daddy wants to taste your little pussy first.” He shoved her legs open wider and plunged his tongue into her cunt.
“Oh!” She grabbed the edges of the table as his tongue danced on her clit, flicking it before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Hmmm.” The vibration of his hum played hard against her clit. “So sweet,” he mumbled against her pussy.
She arched her hips toward his mouth as he rose. He couldn’t leave her with such need!
“No!” She slammed her ass back to the table when he stood up, leaving her cunt aching even more for him.
His sadistic grin electrified her lust.
“Baby girls don’t argue with their daddies. Do you need your pacifier again, Quinn?” he asked with raised brows.
She swallowed the retort dancing on her tongue. As much as his gentle rocking had soothed her nerves, she wasn’t taking that pacifier in her mouth again.
“No,” she said softly.
He tilted his head to the side, seeming to will her to change her answer.
“No, Daddy,” she corrected and closed her eyes, waiting for the shame to wash over her entire body. A warm current skated through her, softening tight muscles and easing away built tension in her temples, but shame danced far away from the sensations he evoked.
When she opened her eyes, she found a satisfied grin plastered on his lips.
“Someone didn’t think she could relax without a proper spanking, but here you are, all wet and sweet for me.” Jack slid his finger slid through her folds. “Ready for your toy?”
Yes. The vibrator. That would make things better.
“Yes, Daddy.” She smiled up at him. Again, no shame, only warm tingling coursing down her spine with the words.
“Then, let’s get it done.”
Chapter 5
Jack
Jack looked down at his curvy beauty lying on the table, staring up at him with surprise. She must really think she needed pain to find her happy place but had no idea there were so many ways to achieve her goal. Her cheeks reddened when she called him Daddy, but he’d felt her body soften as he’d fed her the bottle.
She was finding her groove, even if her mind hadn’t caught up to it.
With two fingers, he spread her pussy lips apart and lined the vibrator up with her hole. No sense in denying himself—he leaned over and bit down on her clit. Only when he felt her body go rigid did he thrust the vibrator into her cunt, pushing it forward until it was fully seated.
When he stood back up, smiling at her, she had her entire bottom lip between her teeth. He forced himself to finish positioning the toy so that her clit was covered by the vibrating end.
“Okay, then.” He grabbed the diaper from where he’d left it on her belly. “Ass up.” He opened the diaper and held it to the table below her bottom.
She didn’t move.
“Quinn, lift your ass off the table so I can get this under you.” He dragged his gaze up her body. Only once he had her locked in a heated stare did she finally flatten her feet to the table and lift up. He slid the diaper beneath her. “Okay, back down.”
She huffed but obeyed.
He smiled over the lack of snarkiness she currently displayed. Either she realized it wouldn’t get her anywhere she actually wanted to be, or she was relaxed enough that her defenses were crumbling.
Once he had the white diaper with pink bows printed along the waistline secured, he put his hands on his hips and looked down at her again, studying her expression. Her eyes went soft. Her bottom lip trembled slightly.
He grabbed hold of her hands and pulled her up to sit on the edge of the table.
“How’s that?” he asked, slipping a finger between the elastic band and her belly. Not too tight as far as he could tell.
“Humiliating,” she whispered and lowered her face.
He snaked his hand into her hair, fisting it hard, and yanked her head back until she had to look down the length of her nose to see him.
“And inside here? How’s that feel?” He touched her chest.
She let out a shaky breath. “Calm.”
“And here.” He moved his hand between her legs, pressing though the diaper until he felt the hardness of the vibrator.
“Oh,” she sighed with relief. “That feels good.”
He chuckled. “Just wait.” He dug into his back pocket and pulled out the remote. Clicking the first button to turn on the vibrations of the clit stimulator, he tilted her head forward again to get a better look into her eyes.
“Oh fuck!” She sucked in air as she spoke. Her eyes widened as he increased the vibrations a click. “Fuuuuucck.”
“Hmm. Like that, baby girl?”
She tried to nod, but he held firm.
“What do you say to Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” The words jumped from her lips.
Jack released his hold on her hair and stepped back, taking away all his touch. She frowned.
Grabbing the blanket from behind her on the table he put it on the floor, laid out flat for her. “Let’s get you down.” He helped her from the table.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because Daddy said so,” was his only response. His cock was too hard, too distracting, to give him much else to say. “Sit on the blanket, Quinn.”
She sank to the floor, crossing her legs beneath her. He clicked the remote again, turning on the internal vibrator as well. She cried out, slapping her hand over her mouth.
He grinned and grabbed the bag of baby stuff he’d been given. Taking out the bib he squatted in front of her and placed it around her neck.
“Oh God,” she groaned, looking down at the bright pink material with a white teddy bear embroidered on it.
“You’re going to need this, baby girl,” he promised and stood in front of her. “Time for your next feeding.”
Quinn widened her eyes as he grabbed hold of his belt buckle, and she licked her lips as he undid his zipper. Scrambling up to her knees she gripped his thighs. Greedy little thing. He pulled his cock free from his pants.
“Open wide for Daddy.” He leaned forward, bringing his dick to her mouth. “Suck Daddy’s cock, baby girl.”
She didn’t need any more coaxing. Wrapping her lips around his shaft, she slid her tongue beneath the head of his cock, taking him farther and farther into her mouth until he butted up against the back of her throat.
He threw his head back and groaned. Fuck. Nothing felt as good as having her mouth around his cock in that moment.
Slowly, she withdrew from him, only to swallow him down again.
“Fuck!” He grabbed hold of her hair again, fisting it and pulling to give her the tension she enjoyed, the bite of pain she needed.
She moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft as she throated him again and again.
“Such a good baby girl.” He thrust his pelvis, fucking her mouth as much as she was sucking him. “Hold still, baby. I’m going to face fuck you hard. You can take it right? You can do that for Daddy?” He pulled her head back until she was staring up at him, her lips already swollen and wet. “Tell me you can do that for me.”
“Face fuck me, Daddy,” she said without hesitation. She’d taken what she felt was humiliation and embraced it. The soft glow of submission took centerstage in her features. There was arousal, too, but he could see it, the sign of a submissive finding her sweet spot. And his girl was finding it without a paddle or belt.
“Open wide,” he ordered and held his cock
in his left hand, inching toward her again. “Do not close your mouth, or Daddy will have to turn off your toy.” He nudged his foot between her legs, pressing up on the vibrator.
“No, Daddy, please don’t,” she begged prettily.
“Then, be good and keep your mouth open.”
Her jaw dropped open, and she slid her tongue out, waiting for her feeding. Fuck she was beautiful.
Without giving her a warning, he thrust forward all the way into her mouth, not stopping until his cock touched her throat. He pulled her toward his groin, holding her steady as he pumped short thrusts down her throat. She swallowed around his cock, tightening around him.
“Fuck!” he groaned and pulled back out to give her a breath.
He switched the clit stimulator off and stuck the remote in his back pocket. She ground her pussy into his shoe.
“That’s right, baby girl, fuck yourself with your toy. Your diaper will catch all your pussy juices. Go on,” he encouraged her, lifting his foot up, pressing harder against the vibe.
“Oh.” She started to lean back from him, but he shoved her down on his cock again, fucking her mouth hard and fast while she gurgled and gasped around his dick.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted as his balls tightened. “Ready for your feeding, baby?” he asked, yanking her off him again.
Her chest heaved with deep breaths, trying to catch up to what she’d lost with a face full of cock.
“Hands behind your back, baby girl.”
She adjusted her positioning and folded her arms behind her, giving him a clear shot at her face and her chest.
“Deep breath,” he warned a mere second before stuffing himself down her throat again. Her saliva escaped around the seal she created with her lips, dripping down her chin. His balls bounced off her wet face as he plunged into her throat. She gagged, but he wouldn’t give her room to breathe yet. Small thrusts then harder longer ones, until the first wave of his release crashed into him.
He yanked free of her mouth and wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping and jerking his dick until thick streams of cum burst from his cock and painted her chin and cheeks. While gasping for breath, she stuck her tongue out for him. He tightened his fist in her hair as the last pulsations of his orgasm spurted his cum across her tongue.
“Swallow it,” he ordered with the little bit of breath he still possessed. The intensity of his orgasm surprised him. He hadn’t even dipped his cock into her sweet pussy, but her submission to him, to opening up to a new playground had dragged him right over the cliff into oblivion.
She ran her tongue along her lips, taking in as much of the cum as she could before curling it into her mouth and swallowing.
“Show me.” He let go of her hair and bent over.
She giggled and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue back out. “All gone,” she said.
“That’s my girl.” He patted her cheek. “Still kinda messy, though.” He took the bib off and wiped the rest from her chin and cheeks. “See, you needed this.”
She sank back on her heels.
“Is your diaper wet?” he asked, tucking his dick back into his pants.
She lowered her gaze.
“Is it?” He squatted in front of her.
“I’m wet, but not like that.”
“Ah.” He checked the time on his watch. Cellphones weren’t allowed in the club, but, being a private investigator, he liked to know the time—always. “Well, seems our half hour is up. We should go spin again.”
Her lower lip sucked into her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” He tugged on her chin until her lip came free.
“I’m…” She rolled her eyes. “I’m okay with this.”
“You like this?” He snapped the diaper band at her waist.
“Not the diaper, exactly…”
“Ah,” he smiled. “You like feeling this, a little powerless, a little embarrassed?”
She sucked in a breath and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Your pussy gets wet with the humiliation of being made to do what you don’t want to do,” he continued even though she was already agreeing. A little more driving the point home wouldn’t hurt.
“Do we need to roll again?” she asked and, in that question, with her soft tone, he saw her. The part of her she’d hidden behind the wall of bratty and bitchy behavior.
“If I say yes?” he asked, testing the waters.
“Then we’ll roll again.”
He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head back, hovering his mouth right over hers. “Lie back, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter 6
Quinn
He didn’t kiss her!
His lips were right there, his breath hot on her face, but just when they were about to touch, he tucked his hands beneath her armpits and hauled her to her feet, then hoisted her onto the table. She cringed when her ass hit the table and the diaper crinkled.
She scooted back a few inches, and the damn diaper announced every movement. Jack nudged her shoulder until she was lying down again, but when he reached for the tabs of the diaper, she jolted upward. She could handle it herself; she didn’t need him to take it off. Hadn’t she endured enough with the damn thing?
“Stay down.” He pointed a finger at her.
She fisted her hands to keep them out of his way and tucked them at her sides. As much as she wanted to rip the thing off, she wouldn’t. She’d laid herself in Jack’s hands and so far he hadn’t disappointed. Trusting her needs would be met without her direction was as new to her as diaper play.
Jack hadn’t disappointed, but how much further could they go?
“Now, let’s see what sort of mess you’ve made in here.” He pulled the tabs off the diaper.
“Jack—”
“What?” His sharp question cut her off.
She rolled her eyes.
“I mean Daddy.”
He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. “There are other ways to punish a brat besides spanking her, you know.”
After the way he’d already made her feel, she wouldn’t doubt his word now.
“I didn’t mean anything,” she said hoping she sounded contrite.
He raised his brow. “We’ll see.”
His tongue touched his top lip while he pulled back the diaper to expose her sex, still stuffed with the vibrating dildo. How could he look so hungry for her?
Tugging on the vibrator, he removed it from her pussy and switched it off before tossing it on top of the table.
“One sec.” He patted her knee then disappeared below the table for a brief moment. He straightened, holding the costume bag, and rested it on the table, between her legs.
“Quinn, you said this was your second time at Black Light. Are you new to the area, or just the club?” he asked with his hand in the bag, looking through her open legs at her.
He wanted to have a discussion now?
“I just moved here,” she answered, trying to see what he was holding inside the clear bag.
“From where?” He continued the questions.
“Chicago.” She inched her feet closer together.
“So, what made you move here?” he asked, using his free hand to shove her feet apart again.
Did they have to have this conversation while she was lying on an open diaper?
But she answered. “I’m opening a new branch of my systems security company.”
He stilled. “Systems security. Like computer systems?”
“Yeah. We handle corporate tech security mostly,”
“Hmmm. Beautiful and smart as hell.” He pulled his hand out of the bag finally and showed her what he’d grabbed.
The fucking rattle.
“We’re going to play a little game.” He handed her the damn toy. “If I ask you a question, you shake this once for yes and twice for no.”
“Can’t I just say yes or no?”
He laughed. “How would that be a game? No, you’ll use the rat
tle. If you want to come, you need to shake it a lot. And I mean really let me know you’re close. Got it?”
“Sure.” She grinned at him, gripping the handle of the yellow plastic toy. The round bubble at the top filled with beans had blue stars painted all over it. A bit retro for her taste.
“If you sneak an orgasm, you won’t get off this table until you give me three more. And I promise you, forced orgasms aren’t as fun as you may have heard.”
Right, reaching heaven over and over again would just be the worst possible thing. She kept her eyeroll in check and gave a solemn nod.
The right corner of his lips twisted upward, like he knew what she was thinking.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Seem to know what’s in my head. You’re very intuitive.”
“Comes with the job, I guess.” He lifted a shoulder. “I worked for the bureau for ten years, but now I’m a private investigator. Reading people is what I do for a living.”
She rose onto her elbows. “You’re a PI?”
He grimaced. “I hate the way that sounds, but yeah. I am.”
“Why’d you leave the FBI?”
His eyes hardened; the tilt of his lips went flat. “We’re getting a little off topic.” He pressed his hands to her thighs until her legs spread wide open.
There was a story there, she figured, but let it drop. This wasn’t more than a playdate. Pushing the issue could ruin the night, and so far, he’d given her everything she needed—even if it wasn’t what she thought she wanted. She wasn’t going to ruin it for him now.
“Stay right here.” He pointed a finger at her then disappeared for a moment. When he returned he had a small stool. “No need for either of us to be uncomfortable.” He winked then sat on the stool, bringing his height level with her pussy.
“We can probably take the diaper away now,” she said, squirming on top of it.
His maniacal grin returned. “No way. No more talking. The only way you communicate is with your rattle, baby girl.”
