by Livia Grant
He continued his lecture, ignoring her exertion. “I don’t know what the hell you thought you could accomplish by coming here tonight, but you are about to see the error of your ways. You don’t know the first thing about the lifestyle, and you sure as hell aren’t submissive material. You’re too bossy. You’re a brat too used to getting things your way. Used to wrapping men, like my father, around your little finger. Well I’ve got some bad news for you, little Gabby. I’m immune to your charms. Like it or not, you stole the flyer from my desk and signed up knowing you hadn’t been invited, and for that your punishment will be suffering through an hour of being regressed to a helpless child.”
He had lost his mind. Tonight was supposed to be sexy and fun, but there was nothing sexy about being restrained, put in a diaper, and sucking on a pacifier.
Or was there? Like it or not, every inch of her body was tingling. On high alert. She wanted to hate what he was doing, and intellectually she did. But tonight wasn’t about intelligence. She’d come with two goals in mind. First, to prove to Connor that she was a woman, not a child. A woman who could be trusted to handle her own affairs.
Clearly, rolling diaper play wasn’t going to help much with that objective.
But if she was honest with herself, her second and primary reason for signing up for Roulette was her genuine curiosity about all she’d researched regarding the BDSM lifestyle. It was way more than just getting turned on, or enjoying the shock value of the edgiest of kinks. The deeper she’d dug into the lifestyle, the more relieved she’d become. Finally... a label for all of the unspoken fantasies of her darkest dreams.
As she lay immobile... she let the reality of her situation sink in. Her pulse pounded to the beat of the pumping music. She wanted to hate what he had done... but she didn’t. She wanted to run from the room, but was startled to realize that even if he freed her now, she knew she wouldn’t.
Connor moved closer, leaning over her to get in her face.
“You can quit as soon as you’ve been a good girl and peed in your diaper.” He was trying to scare her. Force her to quit.
She wasn’t going to tell the handsome man hovering over her that at the rate she was going, she could pretty much guarantee her diaper would be getting wet, only it wouldn’t be from pee. It would be from the river of cream presently spilling into her panties.
Chapter 4
He should be happy. He had her immobile. Vulnerable. Isn’t that what he wanted?
She deserved everything he was going to dish out and more. She’d stolen the flyer from his desk. She’d put the Davidson account in jeopardy. She’d come here tonight ready to fuck any Tom, Dick, or Harry that rolled her name in a goddamn game of chance. And worst of all, she was a complete BDSM novice coming to an advanced lifestyle event. She could have drawn a sadist or a Dom into humiliation.
Okay, technically she did draw a sadist who was into humiliation. But this was Gabriella Castle, not a submissive. He was responsible for her. Not just her financial portfolio, but like his father before him, he felt a responsibility for her safety. Her welfare.
Her orgasms.
Scratch that. Get it together, Lambert.
He needed to think, and watching a stray tear stream down the outside of her eyes to fall into her messed up, sexy-as-fuck blonde hair was distracting. Seeing her nose starting to run and her struggling to eject the oversized phallic symbol from her mouth was a mega fucking turn-on. It gave him a hint of how beautiful she would look on her knees... with his cock shoved down her throat.
Which of course could never happen. It’s Gabriella. Little Gabby. She’s like a sister, asshole. She’s off limits sexually.
She’s off limits, period.
And that was the exact moment he realized the gravity of his dilemma. Exactly how was he supposed to get her out of the skin-tight, low-cut dress and into the diaper and baby onesie he’d seen in the duffle bag?
Brothers didn’t strip their grown sisters naked and stick thermometers up their ass. Well, unless you counted the stepbrothers in porn movies. They also didn’t shove lube guns where the sun didn’t shine. Or seat massive butt-plugs up her ass to stretch her for their cock.
But against every logical thought in his addled brain, that was exactly what his more carnal body parts demanded he do to Miss Gabriella Castle which was why he knew he had only one recourse.
“Red.” He called out the house safeword just loud enough to draw a chorus of shocked exclamations from the closest spectators.
Their reaction was expected.
Gabriella’s was not.
She’d gone wild, shaking her head vehemently back and forth, thrusting her hips up and down off the table and flailing as hard as the tight restraints would let her.
Connor panicked. If even for just a few minutes, he’d broken the most sacred ground rule in BDSM safety. He’d gagged the submissive in his care without providing an alternate way to safeword. The fact that she was a newbie only made his error that much more egregious. She was clearly upset.
He rushed forward, reaching to quickly fumble with the restraints holding Gabriella’s arms above her head. The second her right hand was free, he half expected her to hit him, but she grabbed at the back of her head instead, finding and pulling on the leather tie holding the gag in her mouth.
As she spit out the pacifier, he was prepared for cursing or temper tantrums from the non-submissive. Even accusations of mistreatment at botching her ability to safeword. What he wasn’t expecting was Gabby’s tirade.
“Oh no you don’t! You don’t get to chicken out now,” she spat as she pushed to a sit up on the changing table as soon as he had her other arm free.
“Chicken out? Are you fucking kidding me?” He leaned down to scoop up her shoe closest to him before reaching to start putting it on her still-flailing foot. “I’m doing you a huge favor, so just say thank you. Let’s get your coat. I’m going to drive you home to make sure you get there safely.”
“No way. I’m not leaving,” she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
He turned and pinned her with a glare. “Why? You won our showdown. I quit before you did.”
She leaned in closer as she replied. “If you quit, then I have to quit too.”
“Like I said. I’ll take you home.”
“No! It took all my nerve to come here tonight and dammit, I’m not going to leave just because you’re afraid.”
He couldn’t contain his scoff. “Me? Afraid? The only thing I’m afraid of is not being able to stop myself from strangling you if you keep insisting on insulting me.”
“You keep calling me a newbie, but I’m pretty sure killing submissives is frowned upon in the BDSM community.”
She delivered her rebuttal with the hint of a smile playing at her lips. She was taunting him. And he didn’t like it.
“You aren’t a submissive, Gabby. You don’t have what it takes to serve. You’re too much of a brat.” The memory of her on her knees at his feet in his office the month before invaded his thoughts. For a brief moment that day, he’d felt a connection... glimpsed a flash of submission as she’d blown her nose as he’d demanded of her.
A frown marred her beauty. “That’s all you’ll ever see me as, isn’t it? A little kid that you have to supervise.”
He wanted to agree, but the hardness in his pants had not fully recovered yet. That particular body part was hyperaware that Gabriella was all woman.
“Just another reason we need to leave. I control your portfolio. I’m in a position of power over you already. I’m not going to risk a conflict of interest, or worse, you thinking you can wrap me around your little finger like you do my father. If your reason for coming here tonight was to get me to say yes to your investment idea, you’ve failed miserably.”
She didn’t get a chance to respond.
“I heard you two have tapped out already.” The low male voice came from behind him.
Connor turned to find Spencer Cook, the Dungeon Master, had
joined them on the platform.
“He did. I didn’t,” Gabriella huffed like a petulant child.
“Doesn’t work that way. He quits, you’re both done.”
He was relieved for the backup, right up until the DM continued on, directing his comments to Connor. “Of course, there is the small problem of her breaking the house rules by stealing the invitation from your desk. Jaxson told me you were going to take care of the required punishment, but if you can’t get the job done, I’ll have to step in.”
He’d forgotten about that little twist. He didn’t like the DM insinuating that he wasn’t dom enough to handle Gabriella. Even worse, he fucking hated the idea of Cook touching so much as a hair on her head.
“I said I’d handle it, and I will,” Connor rebutted.
“No need. We take care of these things at the club.”
Connor glanced back at Gabriella, expecting to see her panicked at the thought of being physically punished. Instead, he found unmistakable sexual excitement dancing in her eyes as she boldly sought out Connor’s gaze and held it.
After several long seconds she leaned closer, reaching out to touch his bare forearm in a surprisingly intimate caress.
“Please, Connor. Don’t quit. I admit it. I did come here to try to prove to you I’m a grown woman and so far, I’ve failed miserably at that. But... I...” Her voice trailed off, her bravery faltering. His skin tingled where her fingers connected them.
He struggled to find his own words. “This... you and me... it’s too complicated. We have a history.”
Her lips curled into a smile that knocked the wind out of him. “You think?” She was flirting.
“You really are a brat,” he countered, trying to resist the pull into her web.
The Dungeon Master broke their connection by clamping down on Gabriella’s arm. “You’ll need to come with me, now, Ms. Castle. Release her legs, Lambert.”
Connor was off-kilter. He didn’t know how to process the emotions of what was happening between them, but there was one thing he was crystal clear on.
“Take your fucking hands off her. She’s mine for the next three hours.”
Cook raised his left eyebrow. “Excuse me, but you safeworded. You’re done here. I’m taking over.”
“I reverse my decision. I’ll stay in, that is if Gabriella wants to proceed.”
He struggled to hide his amusement at watching Gabby yank her arm out of Spencer’s clutches, only to cross her arms over her ample breasts.
She really was appallingly bad submissive material. She was sassy and non-pliant. She was used to getting her own way, having every man and most women she encountered wrapped around her little finger.
And in that moment, taming that sass sounded like the most important, and fun, job he’d ever had. Had it just been the game at stake, he might have found the will-power to resist her pull, but knowing that someone would be punishing her that night, there was no fucking way it would be anyone but him.
“What do you say, Gabriella? You game to stay in? And before you answer, keep in mind that I’m not going to go easy on you. You want to learn about the BDSM lifestyle, fine. But if I do this, you’re going to get the full treatment. You think you can handle it?”
Her eyes were wide with his bluntness, only nodding her agreement after thinking things through. “I’m scared... but in a good way, you know?”
He did know. It described his current state of mind perfectly.
The DM got in a parting shot. “I’ll be watching to make sure she’s properly disciplined.”
“You do that,” Connor countered. Before he could second guess himself, he reached to pick up the cast-aside pacifier and lifted it to Gabriella’s lips. This time she knew what was coming when he held the oral dildo to her lips. He let the plastic brush her lightly, testing her commitment to moving forward.
She waited until he looked up into her eyes before she slowly parted her lips. The sexual hunger in her eyes as she opened wide floored him. He wasn’t sure if she had what it took to stick with the game to the end, but he was damn sure she was ready to start.
Gabriella didn’t flinch as he tied the pacifier at the back of her head before pushing her to lay back down. Only after he had her secured again did he reach down to grab a squishy stress ball from his bag of tricks. He pressed the ball into her newly restrained hand.
“Hold onto this tightly. Since I’m taking away your ability to talk, the ball is now your safeword. If you want to stop, just drop the ball, okay?”
She contemplated his words before nodding her understanding.
And just like that, they were back where they’d been just before he’d cried red.
Despite his every intention to continue, he faltered, unable to make that first move to strip his submissive. Her innocence and their history had him thrown off his game. He delayed long enough that she noticed his hesitation. As he stood paralyzed, looking into her expressive eyes, he could feel the power dynamic switching between them. Despite her immobile state, he could almost swear the corners of her stretched mouth were curling up into a sly smile.
Brat.
He needed to wipe that smirk off her face.
Like it or not, they were in this because she’d stolen the invitation. More importantly if he stopped the scene, she’d only come back tomorrow. She could afford to join Black Light. Hell, she’d join just to spite him.
No. His only recourse was to forget that the very grown and sexy woman splayed out before him was little Gabby. He’d put aside their history just long enough to deliver one loud and clear lesson in pain and humiliation that would send her running from the club, never to do something as ridiculous as this ever again.
Yeah. I’m doing this for her own good.
Connor took a deep breath and dove in. She had too many clothes on.
He started with her little black dress, grabbing it at the hem and dragging the fabric roughly up her body, over her breasts, stopping only when the whole dress was bunched up around her bound hands and wrists, helping to subdue her.
Christ, her body was perfect. Petite, but with rounded curves in all the right places. The matching black lacy bra and panties were too small, letting her firm and milky breasts spill out of the cups. A tiny butterfly tattoo was the only mark marring the perfectly smooth skin of her ample breasts.
He couldn’t resist starting there.
Ella shivered as his hands tucked under her body, searching for the clasp of her bra. The garment sprung away from her body as the tension was released, revealing ripe breasts that would fit neatly in his hands. He was definitely a boob-man and the pair laid out in front of him were perfection. Taut tips... rosy areolas... milky smooth skin with just a few light freckles that somehow enhanced her beauty. He salivated, wishing he could suck one of those nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
Remembering he was supposed to be teaching her a lesson, not gawking like a starved man at a Sunday buffet, he forced his attention lower on her body. Across her flat stomach with the three-carat diamond stud in her belly button.
The possibility of her conning his own father into giving her the money from her trust fund to squander on that little bauble helped remind him of his mission. Teach her a lesson. He wasn’t going to let her get away with being a spoiled brat like his father before him.
Pressing through his lingering uncertainty, he looped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down to her knees. He’d secured her feet to the changing table far enough apart that he got his first glimpse of her glistening pussy. If he’d had any doubts of her hunger to explore the D/s dynamic, they disappeared upon seeing the glistening evidence of her arousal.
Connor leaned close, breathing in the sexy aroma. A full-body blush turned her cheeks rosy with embarrassment. With her naked before him, all brother-like thoughts were banished and his dominance surged.
He reached into the bag of nursery supplies and pulled out the items he’d need next. He sprayed a dollop
of shaving cream on his fingers and reached out to cover the thin strip of hair just above her slit.
“Babies’ pussies are always bare.”
She let loose a low groan around her pacifier gag as he made first contact, massaging the whiteness liberally through every nook and cranny of her girly parts, lightly grazing her already swollen nubbin. Gabriella’s hips shot off the table as electricity arced between them.
After wiping the remaining shaving cream off his hand, he grabbed the supplied razor and cautioned her. “Hold still, baby. We wouldn’t want to cut you now, would we?”
Impossibly, her eyes widened and she shook her head slightly as she waited for his next touch.
The razor scraped through the foam, taking her womanly fur with it and leaving her bare before him. He was about to wash away the remaining cream with a baby wipe when he noticed the added feature of the adult changing table.
Connor moved near her feet, releasing her ankles from their restraints. He pulled her lacy panties off, discarding them to the floor. Grasping her ankles, he easily folded her legs up and over her torso, opening her up like a present before him.
She was limber... her lithe body pliable. He held her ankles near her head with his left hand as he pulled a bar up, locking it into place about a foot above her perky tits. He released her ankles, guiding her legs to fall back against the bar. He had to adjust it slightly to get the angle right, but loved the end result when Gabriella laid splayed open and bare before him, held in place by the bar her knees were now wrapped around.
“Let’s spread those legs a bit so Daddy can make sure to get you nice and clean.” He pulled her legs open as wide as the bar would allow before grabbing a baby wipe, using it to wash away the residue of the shaving cream. He took his time, exploring her folds with his cloth-covered finger, inspecting each beautiful crevice.
Gabriella’s soft moan around her pacifier grew to a groan as he let his exploration move lower, swiping the wipe across her perfectly puckered asshole. He lingered there, pressing against her rosebud until it winked open just enough to allow the tip of his finger to breach her ass.