Those too-light touches are stirring something inside me, but a stubbornness I don’t recognize has lodged in my chest, refusing to let me ask for more. Some primal instinct tells me that’s what he wants, for me to beg and plead and debase myself for him more than I already have.
And that same instinct is telling me that my life, maybe even my very soul, hinges on me not giving him what he wants.
Even if every single part of me is crying out to do exactly that.
Colt
Holding my babygirl on my lap, teasing her sweet, soft skin with my fingers while my blood still courses with the pleasure I forced her to give me is, quite possibly, the closest to heaven a man like me will ever get.
Well. Other than actually being buried inside her tight little pussy. But that will have to wait until we get home. Unfortunately for me.
A soft whimper slips from my babygirl’s lips as she shifts on my lap, and I don’t bother holding back my smile. She isn’t as immune to my charms as she would like to be, and that knowledge fills me with a smug satisfaction unlike anything I’ve ever felt. No billion-dollar negotiation could live up to the sound of my Little girl trying to pretend she isn’t desperate for my touch.
Spurred on by those sweet little noises, I move my hand down to the back of her thigh, drawing another soft whimper from my babygirl.
“Are you all right, little firecracker?” I ask as I caress the soft skin behind her knee.
“Y-yes.” Her breath hitches on the word, and I catch a glimpse of how red her cheeks are before she buries her face in the side of my neck.
As I continue stroking, she moves again, grinding her diapered bottom against my thigh. I let her squirm for a bit, working her into more of a frenzy before I speak again.
“Tabby, do you need to use the potty?”
My question has her freezing in place, her entire body stiffening in my arms, and it’s all I can do not to burst into laughter.
“No!” The single syllable manages to be full of shocked horror, and I’m grateful her face is still pressed against my neck so she can’t see me fighting back a grin.
“Well, you’re being very squirmy for some reason,” I explain, keeping my voice firm yet concerned like any good Daddy. “Are you sure you don’t need to potty? Or is there some other reason you’ve become such a little wriggle-worm?”
I swear I can hear the gears in her brain whirring, trying to decide which is the less embarrassing confession. A full bladder or a needy little pussy?
“I… I guess maybe Idoneed to use the bathroom,” she whispers after a long, tense silence.
Despite having just emptied my balls down her throat, my cock stirs to life. “Then you should potty. Holding your pee is very dangerous for Little girls.”
Whining softly, she curls up in tight little ball on my lap. “Do youhaveto talk like that?”
“Like what?” I ask as if I don’t know exactly what she means.
She gives a quiet, but clearly annoyed huff. “Like you’re talking to a toddler.”
“Well, you are my baby, so yes. Yes, I do need to talk like that.”
Heaving another huff of annoyance, this one much louder and bolder than the last, she tries to slide off my lap. But I tighten my hold on her, trapping her in place. “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?”
“To the bathroom.” Her voice has turned sharp, almost waspish, and a swell of pride rises in my chest. “Like you told me to.”
“That’s not what I said at all.”
Jerking her head up, she glares daggers at me. “It’s not bad enough that you’ve kidnapped me, beaten me, and publicly humiliated me. Now you feel the need to add gaslighting me to the list?”
There’s my little firecracker, heating up, ready to explode. But as much as I’m enjoying this glimpse of the girl I know lurks beneath that fragile, shy exterior, I have to maintain some sense of control over the situation so I raise a brow, pinning her with the most “Daddy” look I can manage under the circumstances.
“I am not gaslighting you, little girl. If you recall, I didnottell you to go to the bathroom. I simply said you should potty.”
Eyes narrowing, she lets out a noise I think might be a growl. “What’s the difference?”
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I slide my hand up to her abdomen and press hard on her bladder. “Big girls use the bathroom.Littlegirls, like you, go potty in their diapers.”
