Page 19 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

At the sound of his low, rumbling voice, my muscles immediately lock up, as if my entire body is bracing to run. “It is morning, yes.”

I refuse to engage in pleasantries with a man who beat me and violated me in the most horrific ways imaginable and forced me to enjoy said violation.

Chuckling quietly, he pulls me tighter against him. “We’re up early. The festivities probably won’t begin for a little while yet. Would you like your wedding present now or after brunch?”

“I want you to let me go home.”

Even as I say the words, I know it’s a futile plea. A suspicion that’s confirmed when he sighs and pats my diapered bottom.

Jesus. The fucking diaper. How could I have forgotten about that? At least he took the plug out of my ass at some point last night, though the thought isn’t as much comfort as I would like.

“You are home, little fox. I know it’s going to take some time for you to accept that, but you will. For now, since you don’t want to answer Daddy’s questions, Daddy will just decide for you.”

Before I can snap at him that I’m not interested in letting him decide a goddamn thing for me, he pushes on my stomach. My bladder, which is already feeling rather full, protests immediately and I have to squeeze my legs together to avoid pissing myself.

“What are you doing? Stop that!”

But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he only increases the pressure on my bladder as I squirm against his hold. “You need to potty, Vanessa. We don’t want you getting an infection.”

“Then let me go to the bathroom!”

He growls—actually growls—low in my ear. “That’s what I’m trying to do, little girl. Settle down and let Daddy help you.”

“No! I’m not peeing in a fucking diaper!”

The pressure on my bladder eases, but I don’t have time to feel any kind of relief before pain explodes across my hip. “Do you want to start your day with a mouth full of soap, Vanessa Dawn?”

I really fucking don’t. “No,” I reply sulkily, rubbing at the spot on my leg where he swatted me.

“Consider that your only warning, little girl. The next time I have to correct your language, you will be tasting soap all day. Am I understood?”

“Yeah.”

Another swat lands, and tears fill my eyes, shocking me. The spanks hurt, though not nearly as much as what he put me through yesterday. But there’s something about having my hip swatted that makes me feel so much smaller than an actual spanking.

“How do you address me, little fox?”

God, he’s really going to make me call him Daddy, isn’t he? Stubbornness sits heavy in my chest and I clamp my lips together in pure defiance.

“Vanessa.” The warning is clear in his voice and a shudder racks my entire body in response. “Answer me correctly or after you use your diaper I will peel it off you and spank your bottom red.”

At the mere mention of another spanking, my ass instinctively clenches, which only serves to remind me of how thoroughly I was punished and fucked the day before. And because I am desperate to avoid a repeat performance, I swallow my own stubborn pride and force the words he wants from my throat.

“Yes… Daddy.”

“Good girl.” His voice is low and growly, but not like it is when he’s angry. This is a different kind of reverberation, one that echoes along my skin the same way it echoes in my ears. My pussy spasms at the sound of it, and I have to bite back a whimper of need.

The pressure returns to my bladder as Dane’s lips brush over the sensitive skin along the side of my neck. “Be a good girl for Daddy and use your diaper, little fox.”

“Wh-what’s in it for me?”

Behind me, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Are you trying to negotiate, little one?”

Clenching my thighs together against the growing urge to pee, I turn my head as much as I’m able to look at him. “It only seems fair that if I get punished for not obeying that I should be rewarded for obeying.”

“Clever little fox,” he murmurs, and fuck me if my heart doesn’t trip a little at the sound of his praise. “Fair enough, then. Use your diaper and Daddy will eat your pretty pussy afterward.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of giving me another chance at escape.”