The Billionaire's Little Secret

by Carmen Quick

  ‘Sorry,’ I started to say, and then, the gush of warm, wet piss began. It burst from my groin, and immediately seeped into the pants of the man below me. This was no mild trickle, but a full on river of acidic smelling fluid, so foul and disgusting, that my shame was utterly complete. I shot up from Mr. Forsythe’s lap and began at crawl away, over the brightly covered carpet, leaving a trail of still gushing piss behind me. I imagined I looked just like a snail, the disgusting residue of my bladder now soaking a line into the carpet. Totally ashamed, I crawled into the corner of the playroom, where I continued to pee, until my bladder was empty.

  ‘Lilly,’ said Mr. Forsythe. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. I was expecting him to look completely disgusted, to stop the scene and to send me home. But honestly, the look I saw on his face was the happiest, most satisfied I’d ever seen. I looked down at his groin, and sure enough, it was covered in my pee. But something else down there got my attention, too. There was a bulge, right there in the middle of his pants, it was the definite upward curling shape of a hardening cock, and I’d made it happen. Fuck fuck fuck, it was big.

  ‘Lilly, it’s OK,’ he continued, ‘babies have accidents. That’s why daddy is here to clean you up. You mustn’t be ashamed.’ He walked right up to me and started to slowly stroke the hair away from my face. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and started to dry the tears from my eyes. I must have looked so wretched, my panties still round me ankles, my makeup smudged by tears, my dress ruined with me own piss.

  Then, without meaning to, I did something I hadn’t done for years. I felt my thumb slip into my mouth, and I started to suck it. It felt good to be reassured, to be told that it was fine to make a mistake, that I wasn’t a disgusting wreck. Even though I was sitting in a pool of my own urine, I didn’t feel quite so wretched anymore.

  ‘Now, I’ve just got to clean you up, that’s all. Come back over here my darling.’ I took my thumb out, and crawled back over to my new daddy, avoiding the pee I’d left on the floor.

  ‘Jump up onto the sofa, my little dove, and I’ll get you sorted out.’ As I lifted myself up, Mr. Forsythe headed over to a little cabinet in the corner of the playroom, by the door. I’d not noticed the cabinet before. It was made from pink plastic, and stood about half as high as a man. It was decorated with little pink stars, clouds and rainbows. It was seriously, seriously, cute.

  I settled onto the sofa, trying to keep the wet parts of my body and outfit off the fabric. When I looked back at Mr. Forsythe, I was amazed to see that he was holding something that looked like a pacifier, but was shaped slightly differently. The part that I guess you’d call ‘the teat’ was much bigger than I’d ever seen on a normal pacifier, and it looked almost, well, I guess, engorged, is the word I’d use, like it was swollen and heavy.

  ‘Now baby, we’re going to put this in, so that you don’t cry so much. You’ve had a little accident, and you need reassurance. Lie on your back please, baby.’ I did as he asked, reclining into the sofa, and leaving my legs slightly up in the air, trying to keep my wet pussy from resting against the fabric. As he moved closer to me, the pacifier in his hand, I noticed that he was looking straight at my groin, straight at the wetness down there. Then, his head snapped back up to my mouth. He leaned in and moved the pacifier towards my lips. He looked so handsome, looming over me like that, his beautiful eyes twinkling with admiration, and, was it lust? As he moved the bulbous plastic toward me, I reached out with my tongue and slowly gave its surface a lick. I couldn’t help but imagine his thick cock, which I’d made hard just a few minutes ago. I imagined tasting that mighty rod, imagined that he was presenting it to me for service. This little baby wasn’t going to disappoint her daddy.

  I slowly circled the plastic with my tongue, flicking my wet muscle over its surface. The pacifier had a mild taste of something sweet, like the memory of freshly picked cherries. I licked my lips and then kissed the surface, before I felt Mr. Forsythe gently pushing its bulk between my moist lips. I gratefully accepted its shape with my hot mouth, and started to contentedly suck at the instrument as it filled my maw totally. As I started to suck, Mr. Forsythe pulled my knickers all the way off my legs and dropped them to the floor. My pussy surged with lust.

  ‘Good girl,’ he said, ‘what a good girl.’ And as he spoke, he walked back over to the pink cabinet.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Terrible, Forbidden, Wonderful

  He had his back turned away from me for a moment as he opened the cabinet up.

  ‘First my love, we need to get you cleaned up properly.’ He’d called me his love. What did that mean? Was he still in character? He hadn’t said he loved me. Jesus, I’d never even considered love in this relationship. Put it out of your head, Lilly, just go along with what’s happening now, think about your feelings later on, I thought.

  He turned round and was holding a little pouch of what looked to be cleaning wipes. I guess they were technically baby wipes rather than anything else. Sure enough, there was a little cartoon picture of a stork on the front of them in pink, holding a cartoon baby in a pouch. Suddenly, the weirdness of what I was doing hit me. I was lying on a sofa in an adult soft play room, waiting for a man who was calling himself my daddy to clean the pee off my body with baby wipes, sucking on a perverse adult pacifier. But if it was so weird, why was I so turned on? Why hadn’t I used the safe word? Why did it all feel so good?

  ‘Now dear, you’ll have to forgive me, but I’ve going to need to get rid of this wet dress for you. I need to make sure that you’re completely clean before we get you safely strapped in.’ What did he mean, strapped in?

  I continued to suck on my pacifier as he put the wipes down on the table next to the sofa. He took hold of my shoulders, gently, and turned me over so that the zipper at the back of my dress was accessible. Then, I felt his strong hands take hold of the little metal tag and pull down, revealing my back to him. He gripped the dress and pulled it down, making me totally naked in front of him.

  ‘Oh baby, you did such a big pee on this dress. I’m going to need to get it dry cleaned for you. Now, let’s get you clean.’ I felt my skin start to pucker with goose pimples as I waited for his touch. I felt the air move over my body and then, on my left shoulder, I felt the cold, wet smear of a wipe. He drew it down my shoulder, to my ribs, and then up the centre of my spine. I shivered as the cleansing solution dried on me, causing little waves of pleasure to pulse up and down me. Next, he carefully wiped the right side of my back, before bringing the wipe toward my buttock. I could hear him breathing now, over the sound of me sucking the pacifier. It was deep and heavy as he started to cleanse my butt, making the flesh clean.

  ‘Good girl,’ he said, ‘you’re doing so well.’ I felt the wipe move down the back of my thighs, and then, with a thrill, he moved the wipe inwards, round the smooth skin of my legs, until it was desperately close to my pussy. Green, green, green, I thought. Then, just as the corner of the wipe touched the trembling lip of my womanhood, he pulled away.

  ‘That’s that side done, baby. Let’s get you turned over.’ My heart was throbbing uncontrollably in my chest as he again gripped my shoulder, and this time put a hand on my hip, before shifting me over onto my back. I felt so vulnerable now, like I was stretched out in front of him. My breasts were on display, my nipples made small and hard by the chills that his treatment were giving me, and my pussy sat there at my centre, clearly aroused, wet and hungry, still sticky with my pee.

  ‘What a pretty baby,’ he said, and he started to apply the wipe to the front half of my body. He started up by my clavicles, scooping my skin with a brand new wipe, giving me a clean smell, of pine trees and fresh air. He tenderly cleaned my torso, taking care to gently touch the outer edge of my areolas, making me tremble with lust. I wanted to plead with him to touch me more, or to lean in and take my nipples in his hot mouth, but I didn’t dare speak. I couldn’t help making little soft moans as I sucked the pacifier though, utterly under his c
ontrol.

  He moved his hand further down my body, wiping my hips clean, then my inner thigh. Finally, I felt his hands take hold of my knees and push them out, opening up my legs, and my little flower for him. The lust was unstoppable in me. I started to grind my butt down in the sofa, and made little whimpering sounds as he started to push the wipe onto my pussy. I let out a yelp as he finally began to massage the wipe into my sex, pushing it carefully up and down each of my lips, as he cleaned me. He took so much care over me, slowly and tenderly cleansing me, before finally circling my engorged clit with the wipe. Fuck it felt good. I looked at his face, trying to show him how hungry for him I was, but he was staring intently at my pussy, with a look of grim passion on his face.

  Then, almost as soon as it started, it stopped. He pulled away, and with an odd grunt, he cleared his throat, before saying, ‘I think that you’re quite clean enough for today, Lilly. He dropped the used wipes into a little bin, and turned back to cabinet in the corner. I was frantic by this stage, and, without even thinking about it, I reached down to my pussy with my hands and began to flick them up and down the length of my opening before starting to push into my clit with my thumg.

  ‘Hmm, I wonder what size you’re going to be,’ he said, ‘you’ve been eating a little better recently, and its given you a lovely womanly shape. I wonder if this one will do for you.’

  I couldn’t quite see past him, but I heard a strange crinkling sound come from in front of him. He moved his hands out to the sides as though he were stretching something out, pulling something apart. The sound was almost as if he were scrunching up a plastic bag or maybe some tin foil in his hand. I pushed a finger up into my wet opening and groaned through the pacifier. He put whatever he was examining back into the cabinet and pulled something else out. ‘No, I think that this one is more your size, Lilly. What do you think?’

  He turned round, and I saw that he was holding something white, and made of fabric. When he saw what I was doing with my fingers, he gave me a look of anger. ‘Baby! Stop that immediately! That’s not what good girls do!’

  He strode over to me and grabbed hold of my hand, pulling it away from my pussy. By now, everything he was doing made me more and more horny, more lusty, more hungry for him. Then I saw what it was he was holding. A diaper. A big, puffy, adult-sized diaper. Somehow, I’d not even thought about the fact that he wanted me in diaper, this whole session. I guess it made perfect sense, really. He’d been quite clear about his desire to see me in a diaper the whole time we’d discussed his kink. And now, it was going to happen.

  ‘I was going to go easy on you, you know, I was going to strap you in gently, but now I see that baby needs to be diapered hard, and fast.’ He grabbed my legs and lifted them up high, before slipping the crinkly, puffy material underneath my butt. It felt strangely warm and comforting underneath me, like a plasticy, soft blanket that I’d lain down onto. Then, before I had a chance to even squirm. He pulled the front section up and between my legs, before bringing round straps from the back and tabbing the diaper shut. It was tight, very tight. Something I hadn’t expected was just how tight on my pussy it was. Fuck, it felt good! It was good to be strapped in.

  ‘Now that you’re in, baby, I want to show you just how naughty you’ve been,’ he said, then, suddenly breaking character, he said, ‘remember the safe word. If it’s too much, you can stop.’ I nodded, to show him I understood, and then I felt his fingers press down hard onto the waxy outside of the diaper. He dug the fabric hard into my pussy, pushing it in all the way.

  ‘That’s what naughty babies get,’ he said, ‘they get their froo-froos squeezed hard. Do you like that, naughty baby?’ I gasped and suddenly, unable to believe what was happening, I spat the pacifier out. It hurt! The pressure on my desperate pussy was immense! ‘Ugh!’ I shouted, but I knew that the pleasure was too great for me to want him to stop, regardless of the pain.

  ‘This is what pathetic babies who piss themselves in front of daddy get,’ he said, and he started to rub his hand up and down, pressing the crinkly plastic into my lips, and applying pressure onto my clit. I felt the seeping juice of my pussy being soaked up by the fabric of the diaper and I ground upward, as I felt little darts of pleasure shooting around my body.

  ‘Daddy,’ I said, unable to stop myself, ‘daddy, thank you!’ and with that, I felt the muscles in my body start to expand and contract, I felt my brain beat with pleasure and I screamed, as I came hard in my diaper.

  ‘Good girl,’ said daddy, stroking my forehead tenderly. ‘Good girl.’

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Healing

  None of us had spoken for ten minutes. Not me, not Mr. Forsythe, and not the chauffeur. We were driving back towards Mr. Forsythe’s apartment, and none of us had said a word since getting in the limo. Mr. Forsythe was staring out of he window as if in a daze.

  I had felt so good while I had been in the diaper. So strangely free, like I had finally achieved something I’d been yearning for all my life, without even knowing it. I had felt safe too, and wanted. I had been almost euphoric. But now – he wasn’t even talking to me. Three hours had passed by, the most intense three hours of my life, and now it was as if we barely knew each other.

  As the limo took us slowly through the busy New York streets, I felt broken. Back in the warehouse, I felt like I’d transformed into the most cared-for creature in existence, but now, it’s as if I’d slipped through Mr. Forsythe’s hands, and Id just smashed on the floor.

  Did I do something wrong?

  Is he angry with me?

  I fidgeted in my seat, my buttocks red raw from the spanking he’d given me. I felt sure the skin had been broken. Perhaps I was even bleeding. I had no idea it was going to hurt so much. Getting spanked was one thing, but the stinging sensation that built up in me afterwards was another thing entirely. It was a constant reminder of what I’d put myself through. What Mr. Forsythe had done to me.

  Finally, after what felt like an absolute eternity, the limo reached Mr. Forsythe’s place. As it stopped outside the entrance, he turned to me, and said the first words he’d spoken all journey. ‘Won’t you come inside, Lilly?’ he said, his eyes looking through me, still in some kind of daze.

  ‘I don’t know…’ I mumbled, not sure if I was welcome, not sure what I wanted at all right now, if I was honest. I didn’t want to go into his apartment to be ignored, and I didn’t want to go back home to my parents either.

  ‘Please,’ he urged, more softly, looking straight at me now.

  I didn’t know what else to do, so I nodded and got out of the car, wincing at the pain in my thighs and backside. When I’d finally gotten out of the diaper, Mr. Forsythe had rubbed some soothing talc on my backside, that had helped with the pain a little. Still, it hurt.

  Mr. Forsythe said a few words to the chauffeur, then got out and joined me, and we walked into the building together. The doorman, John, bowed at me again, and, like a fool, I bowed back.

  In the elevator, Mr. Forsythe remained silent. As we rose up higher and higher, I became aware of how drained I was. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, feeling the rumble of the elevator between the soles of my feet. Then I felt a hand on my right shoulder, firmly pressing down on me. I almost started, not expecting to be touched, but immediately afterwards, felt another hand on my left shoulder. I looked at the elevator attendant, who remained standing facing the doors, and was unaware of the electricity I was feeling now my boss had placed his palms on me.

  I felt Mr. Forsythe’s breath on my cheek now. His lips against my ear lobe. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered into my ear.

  The doors opened and we stepped out into the hallway. I noticed that Mr. Forsythe’s hands were trembling as he undid the lock on his front door. ‘Go upstairs, Lilly,’ he said. ‘I’ll be up in a minute.’ He disappeared through one of the three doors in the entrance hall, leaving me standing opposite the statue of the statue of Artemis.

  So you’re the goddess of virginity, huh? Her
eyes pierced into me. You protect young women from predators?

  I looked at the arrow, clutched in her hand. Don’t look at me like that, Artemis, I thought, and shivered.

  I climbed the stairs wearily, each step like climbing a mountain. When I got to the top, I was ready to collapse. I could barely walk across the floor to get to the sofa. I almost crumpled onto the ground, right where I was. Somehow, I managed to drag myself across the floor. Instead of falling onto the sofa, though, as I had intended, I found myself drawn to the window, looking out over the city. It looked different today. There was a breeze running through the trees. It was overcast. It was only half eight, and dusk was approaching. I saw people moving in groups, like ants, through Central Park. So many of people traveled through life together. It was so important to have someone. Everybody had to have someone.

  Oh god, what have I done? I let Mr. Forsythe come too close. I exposed myself. Made myself vulnerable. And for what?

  Still feeling like that smashed vase, I fell to the floor of his apartment in pieces, and I began to sob. A deep, heavy sob, for everything I’d ever done. For the times I’d answered back to my mother, the times I’d bitten off more than I could chew, the times I’d wanted to be something better than I was, and failed.