Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,39
pulling her towards the dance floor. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to dance with Zoie first?”
Her husband didn’t answer until he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight before looking down into her eyes with love. “I asked Aiden to dance with Zoie so I could dance with my baby girl, first.”
“That makes me happy, Daddy. Although, I was just about to ask…” Rachel leaned up to talk against his ear to make sure no one nearby could hear her. “…to ask you if I could go up and take the diaper off.”
Her husband’s eyes filled with mischief. “Oh? Does my little girl need to go potty?”
Rachel’s heart rate went up as it always did when playing in public with her husband, trying not to be conspicuous to those around them.
Only after he raised his left eyebrow to press for an answer did she whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well you know what to do, don’t you?” Her heart skyrocketed. He hadn’t asked her to use a diaper in public in months. Hell, almost a year. And never standing in the middle of the dance floor filled with family, friends and strangers.
She was a mother. A woman. An adult.
She couldn’t.
Almost as if he could hear her internal objections, her husband growled his order of “Fill your diaper right now,” against the shell of her ear. He’d used his yummy dominant Daddy-dom voice that made her wet her diaper, alright, but with the slick gathering in her pussy.
He’d leaned back, glaring into her eyes with his silent command. Oh, how she’d missed this playful side of their marriage. Her husband knew her so well and he was waiting… waiting for the heat of the humiliation he would see in her eyes as she released her bladder, wetting her diaper like the baby she loved to play.
Derek reached up to clamp his fingers along the back of her neck, taking complete control of her so effortlessly.
“Christ, I’ve missed this, baby.
She answered truthfully with her, “I have too, Daddy.”
The song wasn’t even over yet when her husband broke their connection to grab her hand, pulling her through the crowded floor towards the exit.
“Derek! We can’t leave yet. The party is just starting!”
He waited until they were out in the hallway, away from the prying eyes of their friends, to pop her on her ass playfully.
“It’s Daddy, young lady. Don’t you remember? And Daddy always knows best.”
“But…” she was almost running to keep up with his wide strides as they neared the elevator bank that would take them up to their room.
After he’d pressed the up button, Derek took her back into his arms. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll head back down to the party after I change your diaper and spend some time taking care of those juicy folds of yours.”
Rachel sighed, content. Tomorrow, she’d return to motherhood and a life of responsibility.
Tonight, she’d just enjoy being her Daddy’s baby girl.
The End, sort of…
Epilogue
Zoie
Zoie had just finished dancing to Bruno Mars Uptown Funk with a huge group of Tiffany’s relatives that were nice enough to keep inviting her to be part of their family for the night. As much fun as she was trying to have at her only brother’s wedding, she was danced out and was hoping to find a quiet corner, a vat of dark chocolate, and bottle of strong wine to try to drown out her growing depression.
“Can I steal the next dance?” The question came from the last person she’d expected to ask her to dance that night.
She spun to face her brother, sure she’d find he’d been talking to someone else instead of her. When there was no one else close by, she lifted her hand, pointing at her heart with surprised exaggeration. “Me? You’re actually talking to me? Aren’t you afraid to be alone with me?”
Ever bossy, Lukus grumbled, “Very funny,” before reaching out to yank her into his arms as Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight slowed all of the dancers down.
They danced silently, swaying to the romantic music, each awkwardly unsure what to talk about. With their fourteen-year age difference, they had never got the chance to be very close since Lukus had left for college around the time she’d been old enough for memories. Still, she’d always loved and almost idolized her larger-than-life big brother, that was up until he’d refused to let her move in with him and Tiffany in the city. Sure, they were newlyweds, but according to her parents, he owned a whole freaking