Black Light_Roulette Redux

by Livia Grant

  “I see you’ve been spilling your naughty girl juices all over. Let Daddy clean up your bottom.”

  He smiled when she slammed her eyes closed, too embarrassed by her body’s reaction to the scene to meet his gaze. After discarding the used wipe, he took things to the next level by covering his right-hand fingers liberally with the supplied lube. Gabriella’s eyes flew open in alarm when his now slick middle finger breached her pucker, shoved in knuckle deep.

  “Hold still, now, baby,” he said as he wiggled his digit around in her most private hole, spreading the lube liberally. “Daddy needs to take your temperature to make sure you’re nice and healthy.”

  Black Light had outdone themselves, supplying a long, custom-made, thumb-thick glass thermometer in the diaper bag of supplies. He pulled his finger from her bottom hole, applying the remaining lube on his fingers to the tip of the glass.

  After washing up, he lifted the thick thermometer, holding it above her to ensure she saw what was about to be shoved where the sun doesn’t shine. She wiggled, ineffectively, as he placed the tip where his finger had just been.

  “Going in now, Gabby. Take it like a good girl.” Connor shoved in an inch at a time, allowing her body time to adjust as her bottom was breached. He watched her carefully, looking for signs that she wanted to tap out of the game, becoming strangely intrigued with each passing moment as he recognized the growing signs of her arousal... her submission.

  Once it was fully seated in her curvy bottom, he turned his attention to her glorious breasts. He rummaged through the bag provided by Jayla, thrilled with the accessories included.

  “You need to keep that in your pucker for a few minutes to make sure it’s accurate. Now it’s time for Daddy to make sure your boobies are nice and healthy too. You know the rules...” He paused until she had focused on him. “You need to look Daddy in the eyes as he inspects you.”

  Her guttural gurgle went straight to his cock.

  He started by palming her breasts. Kneading and squeezing... pinching her perky tips until they protruded obscenely. Out of her line of sight, he squeezed a liberal amount of the special lotion onto his fingers.

  “You need to hold still now. I don’t want you falling off your table and hurting yourself,” He cautioned her sternly, even though he knew there was no way she could fall out of the restraints.

  He lathered her left tit in the lotion. He knew from the feel on his own fingers that the burn was building up slowly. He had already massaged the lotion into her right peak by the time the burn of the lotion had her struggling beautifully in her restraints.

  Connor slapped her left breast, “I said be a good girl. If you stay still, I have a nice present for you. If not, I’ll need to add to your punishment. Now let’s check on your temperature, shall we?”

  The long thermometer slid out easily as she wriggled on the table, trying to get away from the increasing burn of the cream on her nipples. If she was this impacted by a little burn, she’d be tapping out sooner rather than later. Still, he couldn’t resist testing her resolve.

  Recoating his fingers with the warming lotion, he clucked his disapproval. “I see you need a lesson in taking what your Dom gives you. Let’s see if another warning sinks in a bit better.”

  He covered his fingers again liberally with the deep heating cream, this time applying the first dollop directly on Gabriella’s already puffy clit. Knowing what was coming, she tried to twist away from his probing fingers, but her restraints kept her perfectly folded and available for his exploration.

  His fingers were on fire by the time he had her pussy lips lathered in heat. The next glob was deposited on her bottom hole before he inserted first one and then two fingers to spread the heat inside her sensitive opening.

  “There now. I want to make sure you don’t get diaper rash so I used our special diaper cream.” He grinned at her widening eyes, enjoying the edge of panic he saw there as he eased her into submission.

  Before wiping his hand clean, he squeezed more lotion onto the smallest of the anal trainer plugs in the baby bag. He had no clue if Gabriella had experience with anal sex, but if not, she was about to get a heated introduction.

  Placing the slick tip of the bulb against her pucker, he cautioned her. “Eyes on me, baby. Daddy’s going to train this little hole of yours.”

  Her nostrils flared as she took deep breaths through her nose as the warmth grew deeper and he shoved the anal plug into place. She grunted the sexiest protest as the dildo disappeared and within seconds, Gabriella was wagging her tail, flailing to be free even as resigned submission made her even more beautiful.

  Connor’s already hard cock turned to steel watching her struggling against her restraints. A part of him wanted to just stand and gawk at her naked body as the heat settled in deep, but he needed to keep the scene moving forward. He reached into the bag and pulled out an adult sized disposable diaper, unfolding it where she could watch.

  He placed one end under her bottom, pulling the rest up to sadly hide her bare snatch. With her body still folded, it was difficult to get the tapes affixed that would keep the diaper on her body. The worst of the heat was yet to come for his captive sub.

  Adjusting the bar holding her legs over her body, he relaxed the angle slightly, just enough to gain better access to the protruding tips of her breasts.

  He wasn’t complaining about the supplied nipple clamps in the bag, even if they weren’t very baby-like. As clamps went, the rubber-tipped adjustable clips were pretty tame, but they were perfect for a newbie like Gabby.

  “Daddy got you some pretty jewelry for your titties, baby. See the cute butterflies that will hang down? They’re going to be so pretty on you.” He laid it on thick as he pinched the clip where she could see.

  Wetness spilled around her gag and down her cheeks and her nose was running as she floundered beautifully as he first pinched a nipple with his fingers before affixing the clamp. He used the adjustable screw to tighten her new jewelry until she cried out around the gag.

  The embarrassed, pained, and panicked look on her face was the hottest damn sight he’d ever seen in his life. What he would give to be able to whip out his dick and impale that literally hot little pussy, but that was a line he wasn’t going to cross. Not tonight. Not ever.

  Not with Gabriella Castle.

  Still, he was resigned to enjoying their remaining time together and that meant skipping dressing her in the lame adult-sized onesie. There was no fucking way he was going hide her perfectly sinful body behind Mickey Mouse shit. He’d had ADBL on his hard list for a reason. The whole baby-daddy dynamic had always sort of creeped him out, but he had to admit, the age and experience difference between him and his sub for the night made it work.

  Time for the next phase of Gabby’s education.

  Grabbing his next baby prop from the bag, he held up the oversized Disney bottle with the wide, three-inch long nipple protruding on the end where she could get a good look at what was coming next.

  He used his best Dom voice to assure her, “It’s time for Daddy to help you fill your diaper with pee-pee, baby girl. We won’t be able to move on to the next roll of the wheel until you do, unless of course you’d rather I get the enema bulb out and help you fill your nappy with something else?”

  Fuck. He may not be into the whole Daddy Dom scene, but as a sadist at heart, he sure as fuck could get used to seeing the look of helpless surrender in Gabriella’s expressive eyes as she sunk deeper into the scene. His dominance fed on her surprised submission and like the starving man he was, he was helpless to rein it in.

  Chapter 5

  Gabriella’s brain and the rest of her body were at war. Never in a million years would she have said that being put in a diaper and forced to suck on a pacifier would turn her on, but she was ready to self-combust. The heat of the cream he’d spread on her most private parts was acting like a truth serum, waking up dormant sexual desires she didn’t understand.

  The relief of Connor rel
easing her legs from the bar holding her body folded in half was short lived. The second her hands were free from the cuffs above her head, he scooped her into his arms.

  She hadn’t been cold until Connor held her tight against his warm body. She felt like she was melting, but in the best of ways. She didn’t know where he was taking her, but in that moment she didn’t care just so long as he didn’t let her go. She clung to his dress shirt, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck and breathing in his masculinity. The burn from the cream coupled with the humiliation of having had Connor examine her in the most intimate of ways was doing strange things to her body. She was far from a virgin, yet tonight felt like her true initiation into the sexual world.

  Gabriella was vaguely aware of him sitting. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the flames he had ignited in her, and not just the heat of the stupid cream. Using her tongue, she pressed against the mouth-full of pacifier in an attempt to force the plastic from her mouth for the sole purpose of begging him to fuck her.

  Where is your pride, woman?

  Like he had heard her internal conflict, he sat her up enough to undo the leather strings holding the pacifier in her mouth. As soon as she spit it out, however, a similar object was shoved back in, this time attached to the baby bottle in his hand. The nipple felt much longer and thicker than a normal bottle used by a child.

  That wasn’t the only difference. She only had to close her mouth around it and water began flowing into her mouth. Her mouth was parched and the coolness of the beverage felt good as she felt their bodies begin rocking in unison.

  He’d sat in the rocking chair and like the daddy he wasn’t, was cradling her as he fed her the pseudo bottle. She closed her eyes to avoid his piercing glare. For a couple minutes, they quietly rocked in silence, as she focused on powering through the burning sensations that were borderline painful.

  The sound of a man screaming “Hannah!” broke through her concentration. When she opened her eyes, Connor had shifted his focus to the happenings around them in the club. He sat upright and hugged her protectively to his chest as he scanned the room for the cause of the commotion.

  Relaxing slightly, he leaned back in the rocking chair and looked down on her. “It’s okay. The dungeon monitors are handling whatever’s going on.”

  She hadn’t been worried. She was too self-absorbed to give a shit what was happening to Hannah, whoever she was. What she did care about was the too-fast flow of the water into her mouth. She’d had enough, but when she tried to force the rubber out, Connor tightened his grip on her and the bottle, shaking his head slowly in a silent warning.

  “You’ll finish it all, young lady. I’m only trying to help you go pee-pee faster.”

  Oh God. He wasn’t possibly serious. She’d thought he was joking... like role-playing. Surely he wouldn’t expect her to...

  “I have a second bottle here for you if you need the help. If both of those fail to inspire you, I’ll have to fall back to the enema bulb.”

  He’d succeeded in snapping her out of her relaxed trance. Unfortunately, the harder she pressed to separate herself from him and push off his lap, the stronger his grip became until his hold was vice-like.

  Panic rose in her thumping chest, mingling with the adrenalin from her struggle to be free, creating an escalating desperation for something she couldn’t name. All she knew was she needed to stop. To think. For the first time since he’d put it there, she considered dropping the ball she clutched in her left hand. The only thing that checked her was his feral look of dominance staring back at her.

  Connor Lambert was a good-looking man by any woman’s standards. Tall, dark and yummy, but tonight she felt like she was seeing him for the first time. This was a new Connor. An improved Connor.

  A dangerous Connor.

  She squeezed the rubber ball as hard as she could to keep from releasing it and ending their time together. The only thing that scared her more than having to pee in her diaper was having their time together end before she could get a handle on these foreign feelings he’d awoken in her.

  She must have subconsciously stopped struggling because his stern face broke into a devastatingly sexy smile as he said two deadly words... “Good girl.”

  It was insane how giddy she felt at hearing those two fucking words that should offend a feminist like her. She tried to rally anger at his treatment of her. At the condescending way he was babying her, but no anger came. Instead a dose of confused acceptance at the rightness of their growing intimacy filled her with a whole new kind of warmth... and not the kind that came in a bottle.

  Gabriella should feel self-conscious... or awkward, but with each passing moment the weirdness of their past melted away and she was left with an intense longing for more. More of what, she wasn’t sure exactly. She just knew she was standing at a locked door to a whole new world. Unfortunately for her, it seemed peeing in a diaper was the key she’d need to move forward.

  When she finished the first bottle, Connor leaned down to take a second bottle of water out of the bag the costume lady, Jayla, had giving him. When Ella tried to protest, asking for a brief recess, he refused to appease her, shoving the bottle’s nipple into her mouth.

  “Now... while you suck on the bottle’s nipple, I think I should show your nips a little bit of attention.”

  His words came with a hard pinch of her left tip, squeezing the already snug clamp so tight she cried out in pain around the flowing water in her mouth. She was caught off guard, sputtering and coughing until Connor grew alarmed enough to sit straight up, pulling her into a sitting position as well and patting her back as he would a choking baby.

  “Hands up!” he cautioned as he removed the bottle and patted her back until she stopped sputtering. His “Good girl,” was her reward.

  She managed a pleading, “Connor...” before the bottle was reseated in her mouth and he leaned back, snuggling her against him once again as he resumed his rocking.

  The second bottle flowed slower, giving her time to think, well as much as she could when he used his free hand to roam from breast to breast, pinching and tweaking in a way that went straight to her core.

  By the time she’d finished drinking the fluids, she’d worked herself up into a bit of a tizzy realizing she was running out of time. There was no fucking way she was going to let him initiate his plan for the enema into the dry diaper. That left only two other choices: pee or quit.

  The light ball felt heavy in her hand as Connor set the bottle aside and used his free hand to grab her chin roughly, forcing her to look up into his eyes. His scruffy jaw was only inches away. The longing she’d felt before intensified, practically demanding she stick her tongue out and lick that rugged jaw.

  “What’s it going to be?” he probed, as if he could read her fucking mind.

  She lay paralyzed in his arms, unsure if she could will her body to do something so private... humiliating... He saw into her and demanded, “Fill your diaper, Gabriella. Now!”

  If she’d bet money that she’d never be able to do it, she’d have lost the bet. After an awkward minute or two, she forced herself to relax until a trickle and finally a stream of hot liquid spread between her legs, soaking the heat of her pussy. Something on her face had to give her away because the scowl on his face slowly disappeared, replaced with a knowing smile. She wanted to reach out and slap the goading smirk off his face, but she was way too turned on.

  “Please, Connor... I need...” Her words fled from her brain when she felt his fingers breaching the now wet cloth to confirm.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can either quit or we can go roll the roulette wheel and see what it has in store for us next. It’s your call.”

  He shifted her in his arms, bringing her padded ass in contact with a raging erection. Even through the wet fabric, she knew he was as turned on as she was and that made her almost come on the spot.

  He stood, scooping her into his arms and carrying her back to the chan
ging table. She tried to protest when he returned her to the vulnerable position, legs pulled back, open and spread wide. She watched him carefully as he pulled the tape tab on each side and opened the diaper to expose her burning pussy. The cool air in the room contrasted with the lingering heat of the cream he’d applied to her earlier.

  Connor kept up the charade, grabbing a baby wipe and running it through her folds.

  “I’m going to pull out your trainer, baby. Relax and expel.”

  Relax and expel. Another two words that didn’t go together. But between the heat in her ass and on her face, she felt the plug slip from her bottom. “Please... I need...”

  His glare pierced her. “Fight it, Gabby. It’s a terrible idea.”

  “But... you don’t even know...”

  He cut her off, sliding his pointer finger innocently through her folds, ending with a pinch on her throbbing clit that was just long enough to take her to the edge of the cliff and leave her hanging there.

  “Time to go roll the wheel again. No need to put your clothes back on.”

  She was a public figure, used to being on display. But as she discovered, standing on the stage between Connor and Chase Cartwright, being naked in front of dozens of gawking people was an entirely new experience.

  She’d not been aware of the spectators during their ABDL scene, thankfully. But after Connor had cleaned up their play station, he had possessively thrust his right hand into her thick hair and latched onto the back of her neck. He’d weaved them through the crowds of onlookers, several whom he’d annoyingly stopped to say hello to. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he had taken the longest route to the stage as if to parade her around.

  The fact that he’d never let go of her had strangely turned her on, yet it bothered her that he’d not bothered to introduce her. Worse, not one of the men he’d spoken to even acknowledged her. By the time they’d arrived at the stage and waited for another couple to spin the wheel for bukkake, whatever the hell that was, she was starting to get annoyed.