Beneath my palm, the muscles of her neck move rapidly as she swallows. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Much better. Now, let me ask you again. Are you going to be a good girl and use your diaper before Luna comes in to wax that pretty little pussy?”
“I’ll tr-try.”
“Good girl. Daddy can help you.”
As she squeezes her eyes shut, I press on her bladder, rubbing in gentle circles until I’m rewarded with the sound of her filling her diaper mingled with her quiet sob as she covers her face with her hands.
“Such a good little kitten, making a mess in her diaper for Daddy,” I praise softly. “Let's get that wet diaper off you so Luna can do her job properly.”
Releasing my hold on her throat, I bend down and press a kiss to her forehead before stripping the soaked diaper from her. Luckily, Cat came more than prepared and she takes over, wiping my Little one clean.
Just as we’re finishing, Luna steps into the room, looking as pale and ethereal as the fae, a dreamy smile on her lips. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hawthorne, Ms. Montgomery. I see our sweet Little Natalie is all ready for her wax.”
“Daddy, please don’t make me do this! Please!”
My poor little kitten. Returning to my place by her side, I run a hand over her hair. “Shh, little one. It will be okay. Daddy’s right here.”
Sniffling, she wipes at the tears streaming from her eyes. “I wanna go home.”
“We can go home soon, baby. Do you want to hold Daddy’s hand while Luna waxes you?”
“No. I don’t wanna be waxed at all.”
The sulky tone of her voice nearly makes me smile. Of all the things I’ve done to her, the fact thatthisis the thing threatening to break her amuses me to no end. And it proves what I’veknown all along, that beneath all the sarcasm and sass, Natalie Bauer really is just a scared Little girl.
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, drinking in her soft whimper as Luna places a strip of wax on her exposed pussy. And when she screams as the first line of hair is stripped away, I swallow that as well, feeding off her pain and fear as she sobs against my lips.
“Shh, kitten,” I murmur, brushing another soft kiss over her cheek, kissing away the tears that have slipped free. “It will be over soon, I promise.”
“H-hurts, Daddy,” she chokes out, a second before Luna rips another scream free.
“Poor little kitten. As soon as we get home, we’ll see if Papa has any ice cream for you. How does that sound?” While there is a part of me that enjoys her pain, enjoys knowing that she is submitting to this because I commanded it, there is another part of me that wants only to soothe and comfort her.
“Only if I can put it on my pussy,” she mumbles.
“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Luna’s cheerful voice pipes up from between Natalie’s thighs. “But I do have a cooling pack to put in your diaper when we’re all finished here.”
“There, little one. Ice for your pussy and ice cream for your tummy. How does that sound?”
“Okay.”
The fact that she doesn't have some sarcastic retort ready to go makes my stomach twist a bit. Poor little kitten.
Finally, Luna declares she’s done and as promised, she provides a cool gel pack for Natalie’s diaper. With my Little one once again fully dressed, I pick her up, letting her wrap herself around me as we head for the front door.
“Goodbye, sweet little Natalie,” Cat whispers, pressing a kiss to Natalie’s tear-stained cheek. “I’m sure your Daddy will take good care of you. And I will see you tomorrow night.”
“Bye-bye, Auntie Cat.”
My little kitten sounds so young and sweet my heart skips a beat as Cat pins me with a knowing gaze.
“Careful, Evander,” she says, her voice low so only I can hear her. “You’re in danger of getting wrapped around that adorable little finger.”
“I know what I’m doing, Cat.”
“Hmmm. We’ll see. Until tomorrow, then.”
