And I’m just getting started.
Chapter Nine
Millie
Of all the things he could have taken from me, my choice in using my diaper hits the hardest. It’s the one thing I’ve held onto from the moment I stepped into this lifestyle, the once thing I was keeping for my forever Daddy. And he took it from me with one simple act.
There are many sins Dr. Donovan Graves has committed against me. But this is the one I know I’ll never forget.
And never forgive.
My grief sits in my chest, heavy and suffocating as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to distance myself from what’s happening to me. From the loss of the one gift I’d kept for my forever Daddy all these years, and I wish with everything I have in me that I had Cobie to comfort me, but I refuse to ask for anything right now. To give him any chance to playDaddy.
“There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Closing my eyes, I will back the tears that threaten to choke me. I may not have had any choice about him using the catheter, but I will be damned if I give him my tears.
He pulls the catheter from me and a moment later the soft cotton of my diaper slides out from under me. Leaving me feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than before.
It isn’t until I feel the weight of his hand on my bare thigh that my eyes fly open to meet his. That cruel glint still lingers there as he runs his fingertips up to where I am shamefully soaking wet. My body doesn’t seem to care how heartbroken I am, instead reacting to his strict dominance in a way that is so utterly humiliating I can barely breathe.
This isn’t what I thought I wanted. Doctor D isn’t the sweet, snuggly Daddy of my dreams, the kind who spanks only when necessary but spends most of his time spoiling his Little girl. Even if at times my mind would drift at work, imagining what kind of Daddy Donovan might be, those were just harmless daydreams. I never wanted them to cometrue.
My body, however, apparently never got the memo. And when he brushes his fingertips against my swollen clit, pleasure arcs through my veins and I’m not quite fast enough to smother the surprised gasp that slips past my lips.
A low, wicked laugh reaches my ears as he slides two fingers easily inside me. “What a filthy Little girl you are, Camilla. I wonder if you’ll enjoy it when I punish that naughty mouth of yours as much as you enjoyed being forced to pee in your diaper.”
I press my lips together, determined not to give him any more fuel to use against me. Not that he seems to notice, or care. Pulling his fingers from my pussy, he unstraps me from the table. But instead of putting me on my knees like I expected, he simply shifts me backward so my head hangs off the edge of the soft cushion beneath me, then straps me back in. With a press of a button, the table lowers just enough for me to realize with growing horror what’s about to happen.
Sure enough, his fingers move to the thin dress belt threaded through the loops of his pants, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to whimper as he unbuckles the belt and slowly undoes his pants.
And I get my first look at Doctor D’s huge, beautiful cock. I hate myself a little for thinking any part of him is beautiful, but I can’t lie, not even to myself.
“Open that naughty mouth, Camilla Joy. Trust me when I tell you that you do not want to defy me right now.”
Something dark and threatening slithers around his words and I know in my heart he’s telling the truth. That fighting him on this will only cause me more pain and suffering than I’m prepared to handle.
And yet, I still have to force my trembling lips to part because there is a piece of me that wants to fight. Wants him to hurt me, to force me, and I can’t tell if it’s rebellion… or something far more sinister.
The moment my mouth opens enough for him, he guides his cock between my lips. Hanging upside down the way I am, he’s able to slide deeper than any man before him, and just as he promised, I end up choking on his cock, the muscles of my throat contracting around his length. Worse yet, I can barely breathe through my nose in this position, especially when he slides deep enough for his balls to rest on my face.
Thankfully, he doesn’t stay there long, and I’m able to gasp for air when he pulls free of my mouth. But only for a few seconds before he thrusts into my mouth again. The sounds of my gagging fill the room as drool slips from the corners of my mouth, rollingupmy face and into my hair.
Pulling free once more, he runs a thumb through the saliva coating my cheeks. “My naughty little Camilla.” There’s an odd note to his voice, one I could almost mistake for affection if I didn’t know any better. “Who am I?”
I know what he wants from me. And while some rational part of my brain is screaming for me to give it to him, to give in to his demands and hopefully put an end to this torment, I can’t. The title he wantsmeanssomething to me. It’s so much more than just a word. It’s a promise. A promise that he will cherish and care for me, and a promise that I will submit and surrender myself into that care in even the most intimate ways.
And because I cannot give him that promise, I cough to clear the scratchiness from my throat left behind by his cock and speak as clearly as I can. “You are Dr. Donovan Graves.”
His sigh is heavy, and even though I don’t want to submit, don’t want to be his Little girl, the weight of his disappointment still sits heavy in my chest. “Let’s try this again.”
Over and over, we repeat the dance with him fucking my face for longer and longer bursts before asking me the same question. And every time, I give him the same answer.
Who am I, Camilla?
Doctor Donovan Graves.
Who am I, Camilla?
