When he stopped, she didn’t know what was happening at first. Having left her body some time ago, she was barely aware that he was stroking her behind, softly brushing his fingers over where he had so recently been so damaging. His fingers moved lower, gliding between her legs as he leant over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t move.”
She remained still, listening intently to the sound of him standing up. She heard the rustle of fabric and then a movement she recognised, a rhythmic thudding of his hand, his breathing becoming laboured. She knew exactly what he was doing but she had no idea why he was doing it. He was touching himself whilst staring at her reddened behind. He was staring at the body he had control over, the woman…no, the little he had control over, he had marked her as his own and he was showing his power by keeping her in place.
She realised her heart was racing and her own breathing was becoming ragged as his movements sounded faster. Was he about to…? Surely he wasn’t going to…?
She heard a slight grunt and then felt a hot wetness land directly on her bottom, trickling down her buttocks as he moved around the table, his cock already back inside his trousers. “Do not move,” he said again, pushing open a door and vanishing. He returned a moment later carrying a plate, a sandwich with salad spilling over the edge. He sat down opposite her and began to eat, chewing slowly whilst staring at her without blinking.
The table dug into Abbey’s hips, the coldness of the wood making her nipples tingle as he stared at her. She wanted to move her legs but she didn’t dare, having no idea how he’d react, not wanting to let him down. She could feel his cum on her skin, proof that she belonged to him, at least for now. She could turn and run. She’d be out the door before he could stop her. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not only because she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life but far more importantly, he’d told her not to.
Chapter Nine
Abbey shivered in place as she waited for him to return. Papa had been gone for over an hour, leaving her draped over the table in position for him. She didn’t dare move away from her place, the ever present ache in her posterior reminding her of the consequences of disobeying him. Not only that, she was worried she would disappoint him. In such a short time, she had become his little. If he wanted her to remain bent over the dining room table, it was for her own good, even if she didn’t understand why. It was not her place to understand why, it was his. He was her Papa and he knew what was best for her.
“You may stand.” His voice was enough to make her smile unconsciously and she eased herself upright, her back twinging from such a prolonged time in one position. As she shuffled on the spot, bringing life back to her legs, he lifted a dress up and onto her head, lowering it over her shoulders until it fell into place.
Abbey looked down at herself. It was a short frock, a dark pink with white lace around her neck, the hem of it frilly and light. “What do you think?” he asked as she ran her hands down the front of the dress.
“I think it’s perfect,” she grinned, throwing her arms round him, so grateful that she wasn’t naked anymore, “Thank you, Papa.”
“You’re welcome, little Abbey. Now we’ll just get a nappy on you and then we’ll go for a short stroll, get some fresh air before bed.”
“A stroll? You mean, go outside?”
“It would be hard to get fresh air in the house. Is there some problem?”
His face darkened momentarily, long enough for Abbey to wonder if she’d angered him. “It’s just, do I have to go out with a nappy on?”
“You are a little. It will stop you having any accidents.”
“I am hardly likely to have an accident.”
“You almost did this morning.”
“That was different.”
“Was it?” His eyebrows raised, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a nappy. “Come through to the nursery and let’s get this on you.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, I don’t want to.”
“Are you refusing to do what you’re told?”
“I can’t wear a nappy in public, not in a dress like this. People will see it.”
A smile flickered across his face as he put the nappy away again. “So you don’t want to wear a nappy in public? Is that right?”
She nodded. “Please don’t make me.”
“Oh, I won’t make you, I’m not an ogre. Come on then, off we go.”
“Wait, what?”
“You don’t want to wear a nappy. I won’t make you wear one. But you better not have an accident while we are out. I am trusting you, little Abbey.”