Page 25 of Winter Break

“Please.” My heart is racing. I wasn’t sure if he intended to keep me diapered all the time or not. He said he would be the one to decide when I needed to be diapered. The idea should make me run from the cabin, but I’m drawn to him in a way that makes me want to obey him.

I don’t want to run anywhere. In fact, I can’t stand the idea of even losing skin-on-skin contact with him. I know my strange bond with him was caused by his bite, but it’s so much more powerful than I could have predicted.

It’s possible the bond is also stronger than Daddy expected. He’s pleased, but he seems slightly stunned every step of the way, as if he’s always been told what to expect but wasn’t able to grasp it.

Daddy carefully sets me on my feet. “Are you steady, Little doll?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He rises and takes my hand before leading me toward the large chest of drawers on one side of his bedroom.

I’m totally naked and not nearly as mortified as I should be. My mind knows this is the weirdest day of my life, but my soul tells me it’s also the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

The top drawer of this dresser is so high that I can’t see in it when he opens it. I’m surprised when he pulls out a pair of panties. They’re pale yellow, and he squats down in front of me. “Hold my shoulders, sweetness.”

I grab onto him and lift one foot at a time, letting him pull the soft cotton up my legs and over my bottom, wincing slightly at the sting of the elastic. “Why do you have panties that fit me?”

He gives me a devious grin. “I have many sizes, Little doll. I couldn’t have known how small or large my mate would turn out to be, but I was prepared for any size.”

When he stands again, he pulls out a matching yellow tank top. “Arms up.”

I lift my hands above my head, giggling as he pulls the soft cotton down my body. It’s tight enough that there is no guessing the size of my breasts, and my nipples are hard points pressing against the front of the soft, stretchy material.

Looking down at myself, I quiver. “Please tell me you’re going to give me more clothes.”

“Nope.”

I jerk my gaze up to his. “But I’ll be cold. It’s chilly outside.”

“We’re not outside, Little doll, and I bumped up the temperature in the cabin to keep you warm. Plus, my core temperature is higher than yours. All you have to do is snuggle up to me, and you’ll be comfortable.”

I cock my head to one side. “So you’re intentionally going to keep me in skimpy clothes so I’ll want to press my body against yours?”

He smirks. “I won’t have to keep you cold for you to want to climb onto my lap, Little doll. The bond will handle that urge. But it will feel nicer if your little body is naked.” He grips my chin and tips my head back. “Don’t argue with Daddy, or I’ll take away the clothes I just gave you. Trust me. I like naked much better.”

I purse my lips.

Daddy chuckles as he takes off his T-shirt before swinging me up into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness. I want to feel the wet gusset of your panties against me.”

My face heats because his proclamation alone makes my pussy leak. He’s so evil.

After carrying me to the kitchen, he pulls out a chair and sits at the table. Daddy lifts me by the hips and turns me to face the open laptop. “Spread your legs wide, Little doll. Straddle my thighs. We’re going to order you some clothes.”

I’m suspended above him, confused and hesitant. “My legs?” My feet are dangling. He’s so strong.

“Yes, sweetness. Spread them open.”

When I part my feet, he settles me on his thighs, keeping me snug against his chest with a hand flattened on my stomach. Well, sort of my stomach. His hand is so large that his thumb is pressed against one of my breasts.

I’m practically doing the splits. His thighs are enormous. My sex is wide open between his thick muscular legs. He even has the audacity to open his knees wider.

“Daddy…” The position is obscene, but why do I care? No one can see me except this man who owns me and has proven that several times now with his mouth and fingers.

I grip the edge of the table to balance myself, watching while he jiggles the mouse to bring the computer to life.

“Clothes, Little doll. Let’s place an order.”

We spend the next hour filling various carts with more clothes, shoes, hair bobbles, and toiletries than I’ve owned in most of my life. It’s hard to focus, though, so I hardly know what Daddy has bought. The entire time, he has stroked my nipples with his thumb and my clit with his pinky. That’s how much larger than me he is.