Page 31 of Winter Break

I’m staring at his shaft. There’s a drop of white on the tip. His come.

Daddy grips himself with one palm and drags it up and down slowly.

It seems like I can smell his semen. I want to taste it, and that makes my face heat. Taste it? He’s had his mouth on me, so why not?

Daddy drags his thumb over the tip, spreading the white semen around. I can’t look away. I’m still on my hands and knees, and I’m rocking forward and backward, my breasts swaying. It’s obscene, and I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

An odd sense of power overwhelms me. I’m the mate of a lion shifter. He bit me, claiming me, causing me to crave him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Releasing his shaft, Daddy brings his thumb to my lips. “Suck, Little doll.”

I open for him without hesitation and draw his thumb into my mouth. I sucked his finger earlier. I think it prepared me for this moment. His come is salty and potent. Even after I lick and suck his thumb mercilessly, I want more.

After letting his thumb pop out of my mouth, I crawl the last few inches forward and lower my mouth toward his erection until I can reach out my tongue and flick it over the bulbous head.

Dragging the tip of my tongue through the slit of his erection is the boldest thing I’ve ever done.

Daddy holds his shaft for me, angling it toward my mouth. His other hand comes to the back of my head. He holds my hair. “That’s a good girl.” His voice is shaky. I affect him in ways I never imagined possible.

Instinct tells me to open wider and draw his mushroom-shaped head into my mouth. I bend my elbows and suck him. His hand remains threaded in my hair, but he doesn’t pressure me.

“Cora…” he moans. “Fuck, Little doll…”

So powerful. I do it again, drawing him deeper. I’ll never be able to suck him to the back of my throat. His girth is far too wide, but this is so nice. Every inhale draws more of him into me, making me crave more.

Daddy’s hand moves to my cheek, and he lifts my face. “That’s enough, Little doll.”

I gasp. “Daddy…”

He smiles. “It’s time to take your bottle. I’ll teach you how to please me another time, sweetness.”

“But…” I whine.

He chuckles. “So eager.” He leans forward to grab me around the waist and turns me so I’m sitting sideways between his thighs. His erection is pressed against my hip. I want to taste it again, but I don’t argue. I don’t think Daddy is going to respond well to me whining, but I also recognize that I’m in a safe place where I can protest any way I want for the first time in years.

I didn’t dare argue with my stepfather, nor did I disobey him. Every time I even hesitated, he backhanded me. But Orion is not Vincent. He’s my mate. He adores me even if a higher power is forcing him to want me. He won’t ever hit me in anger. He has promised me so, and I believe him.

Daddy angles me so I’m reclining in the crook of his arm, and he taps my mouth with the bottle.

Parting my lips, I take in the nipple. The moment I start sucking, I remember how good the formula tastes. Why would I bother to eat solid foods when I can sit on Daddy’s lap and take a bottle instead?

It’s so intimate. I feel special. Cherished. Loved.

Daddy smiles at me the entire time I suck, stroking my cheek and my bicep. When the bottle is all gone, he sets it aside and turns me so I’m on my back between his legs, my feet dangling over his thick muscles at his hips.

He leans toward the nightstand again and then holds up a diaper, a tube of ointment, and a package of wipes.

My body tenses. “Can’t I just use the potty, Daddy?”

“Yes. At times. What did I say about arguing with me about diapers?”

I wince. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“At night, you’ll wear a diaper. I’ll always put you to bed after a full bottle. It will help you learn to wet yourself several times in your sleep. Lion shifters practice a custom called nesting with our mates. You will sleep nestled between my legs, using my thigh as a pillow. You will rest deeply, inhaling my scent. In time, you will learn to ignore your bladder and fully relax your body. You won’t even realize it when you pee yourself in the night.”

I grab Daddy’s knees. “I don’t want to wet myself in the night. It’s icky.”

“You’ll learn to enjoy it, Little doll.”