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Relief washed through me, both at the prospect of using an actual toilet and at his approval. I hated that his praise affected me, but I couldn’t deny the little flutter in my chest.
I moved toward the toilet, expecting him to step out and give me privacy. When he remained standing there, watching me expectantly, my stomach dropped.
“Could I please have some privacy?” I asked, keeping my voice soft and polite, playing the role of the compliant little girl while my insides twisted with humiliation.
Jax chuckled, shaking his head. “Little girls don’t get privacy from their daddies, sweetheart. Daddy needs to make sure his baby girl is taking proper care of herself.”
Before I could protest further, his fingers were at the Velcro tabs of my diaper. He unfastened them with practiced ease and pulled the bulky padding away from my body. I shivered as cool air hit my exposed skin.
“Such a pretty pussy, even with its grownup fur,” he murmured, his hand moving between my legs. His fingers traced my folds possessively, dipping slightly inside me before withdrawing. “Remember who this belongs to, Little Lulu.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. He guided me to sit on the toilet, his hand on my shoulder keeping me in place.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Daddy’s watching.”
My face blazed with heat, tears threatening to spill over as I sat there under his scrutiny. I couldn’t go, not with him staring at me like this. But my bladder was full, and the pressure was becoming uncomfortable.
I closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was alone. After what felt like an eternity, my body finally cooperated, and I began to pee. The sound seemed obscenely loud in the quiet bathroom.
“That’s my good girl,” Jax said, his voice oddly tender. “Getting all empty for Daddy.”
As I finished, I heard the sound of running water. I opened my eyes to see Jax turning on the faucets of the enormous marble tub, testing the temperature with his hand. Steam began to rise from the surface, filling the bathroom with humid warmth.
He looked so… normal, so caring as he prepared my bath. Almost like a real father might care for his child. The tenderness in his actions contrasted sharply with what I knew was coming—the shaving, the spanking, the fucking. My mind couldn’t reconcile these contradictions.
“Could I… maybe take a shower instead?” I asked timidly, watching the steam rise from the bath. “Or at least take my bath by myself?”
“No, of course not,” Jax replied, his tone making it clear the matter wasn’t up for debate. He sat down on the edge of thetub, the solid stone edge looking delicate beneath his muscular frame. “Come here to me.”
I hesitated for just a moment before walking toward him, acutely aware of my nakedness from the waist down. When I reached him, he turned me around so my back was to him and began to remove my nightgown, pulling it gently over my head. Next, he unclasped my collar, setting it carefully on the counter. The pink cuffs came off last, his fingers brushing against my skin as he worked the releases.
Standing completely naked before him, I felt more vulnerable than ever. Jax’s hands settled on my hips, turning me around slowly, all the way, until my bottom faced him again. I felt his eyes examining the marks he’d left on me the previous night.
“Still a little red,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the tender skin. “You mark beautifully, little one.” His touch was gentle, but possessive as he explored the lingering evidence of my punishment. “I’m very satisfied with my new little fuck toy.”
My stomach clenched at the crude term. Not a person, not even a ‘little girl’ now—just a toy. Yet my body betrayed me again with a pulse of arousal so intense I had to press my thighs together.
“Into the tub,” he commanded, his hand on the small of my back guiding me forward.
CHAPTER 6
Louisa
I stepped into the warm water, gasping slightly at the temperature. Jax had put in some kind of scented oil that smelled like lavender and vanilla and felt silky against my skin. I sank down slowly, the heat enveloping my body and easing the soreness in my bottom.
Jax knelt beside the tub. “Arms up,” he instructed, reaching for a washcloth and soap.
I raised my arms obediently, watching as he dipped the cloth into the water and worked up a rich lather. His movements were methodical as he began to wash me, starting with my neck and shoulders. The soft cloth moved across my skin in firm, circular motions.
“You’re being very good this morning,” he commented, his hands moving down to my breasts. The rough texture of the cloth against my nipples made them harden instantly. “I wonder if you’re plotting something.”
My heart skipped a beat. Was I that transparent?
“No, Daddy,” I lied, keeping my eyes downcast. “I just… I’m trying to understand what you want from me.”
His hands paused momentarily before continuing their task. “What I want is simple, Little Lulu. Complete submission. Acceptance of who you truly are, so I can begin training you to please a man the way you’ll need to do, as my fuck toy.”
His words sent an involuntary shiver through me. Training me to pleasea man? The double meaning wasn’t lost on me: not justthis man, then—aman, presumably any man of Jax’s choice. I wasn’t just here to be his plaything—there was something more, something deeper and more alarming, more shameful, that I didn’t fully understand.
