Chapter Eighteen
Another Friday night, another dinner with her daddy. She’d thought it would be hard to get used to thinking of Vance that way but now she was worried it had been all too easy.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard him at the door now, and the first thing she wanted to do was fling herself into his arms and be surrounded by him. It was the best part of her week. Of course the debauchery that was sure to follow was also pretty great, but there was just something about that first thrill ofDaddy’s home…
They’d finished their meal and she’d cleaned up while Daddy set a fire in the hearth. Then he picked out some little clothes for her, put her in a diaper and gotten her dressed, and now she was snuggled in his lap, sinking into little space.
Being cuddled by Vance was like sitting in the coziest oversized armchair by a roaring wood fire. She liked the steady thump of his heart and the solidness of his bulk. It was like he could absorb so much whereas everything seemed to shake her.
“Come on Lil, open up so Daddy can give you your bottle. Don’t be a naughty girl.”
So she did, letting him slip the nipple between her lips before she clamped down enough to suckle, let her eyes fall closed.
“There’s a good girl,” he praised and she wiggled her bottom against his lap.
After a few minutes, he undid a few of the snaps on the front of her onesie and slipped a hand inside to cup her breast and then pluck at her nipple.
She whimpered when his caresses turned more aggressive, but not in protest. She loved how it felt when he pinched and rolled the sensitive bud, tugged it hard, gathered as much of her tit as he could in his hand and squeezed as he pulled on the furled peak. Made her feel like she was being milked and that was…well.
She’d never thought that was her kink but she was going to have to reevaluate because goodness. The motion shot straight between her legs and made her cunt pulse in the same rhythm.
Lilith moaned around the latex nipple in her mouth, squirmed on her daddy’s lap as she blinked up to see his expression.
“Keep sucking, princess,” he urged, and wrenched the already sore tip of her breast, making her squeal. “That’s what’s going to happen when you get distracted. If you’re a sweet little obedient princess like I know you can be, Daddy will keep milking your tit while you finish your bottle. I can tell you like that, don’t you?”
She nodded, not daring to pop off even to answer his question, and started to drink again. Daddy pinned the rhythm of his delicious torment to her suckling and her whole body seemed to thrum to the beat. Her mouth, her breast, her cunt all throbbed together, consuming her in a haze of lust and want.
In the safety of Vance’s arms, she felt painfully vulnerable but almost more painfully safe. It wasn’t like her darkness had faded, not like the sun had come out of her clouds, but more like he was digging down to her darkest places and just…letting them be. Enjoying them.
He liked her just the way she was; his face lit up when she opened the door and his eyes raked over her in a gaze so hot it was a wonder it hadn’t set her on fire. Yet. It was such a pleasure to be accepted and desired without having to compromise.
When she’d drained the bottle, she was panting and flushed, aching and empty, and desperate to be fucked. The thick padding between her legs provided some friction but she didn’t want to rub off on her diaper, she wanted her daddy inside her: thick, hard, and brutal. Pumping into her so the head of his cock grazed her cervix in that nerve-crackling way.
“Please, Daddy, please,” she begged, nearly writhing on him.
“Not yet,” he admonished with a slap to her sore nipple that made her choke out a cry. “You need to take another bottle, you insatiable baby.”
Calling her “baby” when she was already in this space was like dialing her little up to eleven. Made her lose all control, all restraint.
“No, Daddy, please, now. Need cummies now.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Babies don’t know what’s best for them, do they? And you’re a baby now. So you’re going to let Daddy decide when you get to come. Daddy says not yet. Not until we fill up your adorable little tummy with another bottle.”
He spanked her tit a few more times, hard, and she could’ve come just from that. The sharp pain that bloomed and spread through her swollen, aching breast was dizzying. Even though it hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes, she wanted him to give her the same rough treatment on the other side.
Vance rearranged her on his lap so she faced the other direction—better to abuse her other tit she supposed—and stuffed the next bottle into her mouth, strumming his thumb over her hardening nipple while she sucked.
It seemed very unfair that she had to go through this all over again, getting even more aroused and desperate and needy, before he’d let her come. The fullness of her tummy didn’t help, just made her feel more swollen, the pressure from her bladder drawing attention to the sensitive nerves of her clit.
Having her tit stretched and squeezed, her distended nipple pinched and tugged was almost unbearable, and her simultaneous suckling made those two pleasurable wires in her brain cross in a constant hum of arousal with jolts of electricity as her daddy worked her over. She’d turned into a mindless bundle of pleasure-seeking with no sense of dignity, just need. She just…needed, so bad.
Once she’d drained the second bottle, she barely paused to take a breath before she was scrabbling at Vance’s chest, dragging her nails over the pastel pink button-up he’d changed into when he arrived.
“Daddy, please, now, please, please. I took my bottle, please.”
Her lips and tongue were still echoing the motions of drawing the thick, milky liquid in between her words, the compulsion to suck so deep she didn’t bother to stop.
“I think baby needs to shush while Daddy thinks it over.”