Surrender: Ultra Alpha Age Play ABDL Romance (7 page)

“Hey, give a guy a minute.” He raised his head up and smiled down at me. Then kissed me like he was seeing me for the first time after a very long absence.

As our breathing slowed, Jesse’s hands brushed my hair off my face and he kissed me about a hundred times up and down my neck, over my cheeks, my forehead, in his own way making sure this was real.

My mind cleared and something made me smile.

“You told me to cum on Daddy’s cock.” I giggled as I felt the thickness of his manhood still deep inside.

“Yeah. And you liked it didn’t you? You came like a rock star after I said that. Don’t you lie Kat.” His fierce gaze pinned me and I couldn’t help but be honest with him and with myself.

“You’re right. I did like it.”

“I told you to trust me little girl. And, there’s more where that came from.” He gave a little thrust with his hips making me suck in my breath.

“Hey! Owww!” He gave me another quick thrust. His cock did not feel like it was done yet.

“So, you gonna trust me now?” His eyes suddenly serious.

I nodded.

“Good. ‘Cause you got some changes to make little girl. And calling me Daddy is just the beginning.”

I wanted to protest, but when he said it, there was a flutter inside me and I realized I needed to trust my feelings. And my feelings were telling me I really kind of liked calling him Daddy. It only made me so much more curious as to what else he had in mind.

My body began to come to it’s senses and there was a definite ache deep inside from the size of Jesse’s cock along with the screaming red welts from his hands on my bottom. My ass feeling like the soft white sheets under me were made of sandpaper.

Jesse must have felt my body wiggle and shift.

“You feeling sore?” His deep voice rumbled, the smooth hot skin of his body still pressed long and firm against mine.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. You took your punishment like a good girl. And, you took my cock like an even better girl.” That smile again made my head spin.

“A nice bath will take the sting out of your ass cheeks. Then, I’m going to show you some of the other ways I’m going to take care of you. And remember, you promise to trust me, right? I don’t think your ass can take another spanking, so let’s do it my way for at least a day, okay?”

I nodded again, suddenly really sleepy and a bath sounded like heaven. Jesse rocked his hips back and pulled out of me, both of us looking at each other like two ghosts that had finally come back to life.

I was practically already asleep when Jesse pulled me up and out of the bath, toweled me off and carried me into the bedroom.

“Come on, arms up.” He held a soft, pink nightie over my head and I was too tired to argue, so I let him put it on me, the little poofy lace sleeves sitting right at my shoulders and the ruffled bottom trim just below my red bottom.

Jesse’s dominating presence made me suddenly feel so safe, so cared for that I let him tuck me into bed next to that giant teddy.

“I’m going to let your bottom recover for the night. But, tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to your diapers.”

I squinted my eyes back at him trying to see if he was serious. Indeed, he was.

“Jesse…” I began to protest.

He gave me a look and without a word, took all the fight from me.

I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled, leaving that battle for another day. All I really wanted was him to lay down next to me, to feel the hard steel of his frame and his long arms around my waist as I drifted off to sleep.

“Lay with me…”
Should I? Should I say it??
“…Daddy.”

“Scoot over.” His dark eyes indulged me as he looped his long arm around my waist and wiggled his long frame behind mine, kissing my neck.

I shifted my hips backward onto his crotch.

“You keep that up, we’re going to be right back where we started. I think you need to take a break. You’re going to be pretty sore I think. I was none to gentle with you.”

“It’s okay. I liked it. A lot.”

“Yeah? Me too. Now, shhh. You need to sleep and I need to go to work.”

“What? You haven’t even slept!”

“Military training baby girl. I can go days with no sleep. But, not you. I’ll be home by 2. You won’t even know I’m gone.”

“What about me? Shouldn’t I go to work?”

“
NO
. You don’t work there anymore. I don’t want you around the bar. I’ll find you a different job, something better. Don’t worry little Kat. Just sleep.”

He rubbed my back and my hair until the tiny white sheep danced in my head.

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Jesse was sound asleep next to me when I woke up. There was a deep throbbing both in my ass but even more down deep inside my body from the rough fuck of that alpha cock he keeps hidden somehow inside those pants.

God damn it. I’m not going to walk right for a week.

I winced as I tried to quietly climb out of the bed without waking him. But, ex-Green Beret’s don’t really sleep I’ve come to realize.

“Where you going?” Just his voice, his eyes didn’t open and his body as still as a statue. He was so fucking perfect laying there, his body longer than the bed and his t-shirt stretched deliciously over the indents and protrusions of his muscular body.

“I’m just going to take a shower. Go back to sleep.”

“Come here and give Daddy a kiss first.”

I leaned back over the bed, and met his soft lips, his tongue taking just a quick swipe into my mouth.

“Damn it Kat. If I wasn’t so tired…”

I waited a moment until his breathing was slow and even, then I tip toed into the huge bathroom and turned on the multiple jets inside the giant glass shower.

After my shower, I slipped my nightie back on. The raised red welts on my bottom still really sore, so I didn’t even look around for panties and went out into the house. Jesse still stone still on the bed.

The house was perfect. Nothing out of place, everything clean, white, warm wood, soft pillows and windows from floor to ceiling showing off the views from every room. As I walked around, my fingers tranced over pictures he had around of his mom and dad, other family I didn’t recognize. Then, in the library, there was a shelf filled only with pictures of Kent, me and all of us. Years of pictures from when we were all little up until the week before Kent died, Jesse standing there in his full dress Marine uniform back from his deployment in Iraq.

If I had any doubt before how deep our bond ran, I had none now. I wandered farther, and as soon as I saw the kitchen, my belly turned and rumbled and I realized how long it had been since I had really eaten anything. The kitchen was massive, with huge stainless steel appliances and cargo sized refrigerator and freezer.

What does one single guy need all this for? I wonder if there is actually any food inside.

Pulling at the massive refrigerator door, the lights inside illuminated a strange sight that tightened the skin on my back and set my ears buzzing.

Perfectly lined on the top shelf were five pastel colored baby bottles, each one filled with what looked to be juice and a couple with milk.

Are those for me? The ‘Daddy’ stuff, the little clothes, the diapers…’His way’. I think I am beginning to see a pattern here.

I quickly closed the door and just about jumped out of my nightgown as Jesse stood tall and broad behind the refrigerator door.

“Jesus! God damn it you scared me.” I brought my hand to my chest as my heart beat like a snare drum.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but really I’m thirsty. Where are the glasses?” I really needed something cold to drink.

“Why don’t you go back to your room. There is something I want to show you and I’ll bring you something to drink.”

“Okay. I mean, I can just get a glass of water…”

“No. Go back. I’ll be right there.” His calm stern voice made it clear it was going to be a fight if I refused.

“Alright.” I made my way back down the long window lined hallway toward the bedrooms, my little soft nightgown flowing around me as I walked.

I wonder what he’s going to show me? I kind of really want to tear his clothes off again…

It didn’t take him long and I was waiting, sitting cross legged on the bed when he came through the door with a serving tray in his hands, on top, one of the pink juice filled bottles along with a thick white folded…
(No, it wasn’t really, that was just a joke I’m sure.)

Diaper. Yep, it’s a grown up sized diaper.

“Jesse, really? I’m not…” He quickly shut down my protest with his deep, commanding voice.

“Listen,
don’t
. Let me tell you something little girl. You have been off the rails for years and I’ve sat back and watched. It wasn’t easy, it sucked. Then, when I saw you with that fucking piece of shit Derek, I almost lost my mother fucking mind.
Really
. If that little punk had been around, I probably would have killed him. Lucky for him, he wasn’t. Instead, I find you sleeping on my couch in the office. And you know what?”

I shook my head, his voice intense and pained.

“I knew it was now or fucking never for you. For you
and me
. I was done fucking sitting around and watching you kill yourself. I’m here for you Kat. I’m gonna take care of you like you’ve never been taken care of. That means fucking
EVERYTHING
. Like a father loves his daughter, more than life itself. That’s me —
for you
. Get it? It’s not weird. It’s not some freakish thing about wanting to be with little kids. Fuck that shit. It’s about me fucking loving you more than my own fucking life. And you know you want it Kat. I know you want it, so just let me fucking take care of you, and keep your mouth shut for once.”

My lips fell open as he spoke with such passion. The words spilling out of him like his very life blood, filling the room and my ears and my heart. There was a hum of energy between us as he walked to the bed, his weight shifting me as I sat.

He set the tray on the night stand and put the bottle to my lips. Challenging me to deny him. I stood on the edge of the knife in that moment, it was decision time and I wasn’t sure which way I would fall. I knew, if I pushed it away and fought back, it was probably over for us. He had had enough and made his position clear. If I took it, I knew my life was going to change in ways I had never, ever imagined.

“What’s it gonna be Katrina?” Jesse’s deep voice spun around in my head as the rubber bottle tickled at my lips.

I opened, taking in the nipple and sucking deeply, the spray of the juice on my tongue more than just quenching my thirst, it was filling my need to be cared for, to be safe and loved. Looking into the severe face of the man that had for so long been a distant dream, his brow lifted and just the corner of his mouth turned upward as I brought the bottle deep into my lips.

“Good girl. Now, come here to Daddy.” Jesse’s strong hands pulled at my hips and he guided me across the room as he sat in that huge upholstered chair and cradled me into his lap, the bottle in his hand. Curling my legs under me, I submitted utterly and completely to him as he stroked my hair and held that bottle. The warmth of his chest and the pulse of his heart beat filling me with a sense of peace that had eluded me for far too long.

I finished the bottle but held it there in my lips for a long time. The closeness I felt with Jesse like a warm blanket around a frozen child.

“You ready?” He rumbled.

“Sure. For what?” I answered quietly looking up into his twinkling eyes.

He didn’t speak, but slipped his arms around me, picking me up and carrying me back over to the bed and I had a feeling I knew what was next and wasn’t sure how to react.

Jesse laid me down, gently stretching me out on the white sheets. It wasn’t a joke, his face was dead serious as he picked up the folded white diaper and set it next to my hips, opening up another drawer on the night stand and taking out a small plastic box with an electrical cord coming from the bottom. My eyes followed his every movement, as he opened the top of the box and inside was a pile of baby wipes and the box was a warmer.

“Well…I’m not really sure what to say.” I twisted my lips to the side at the same time a little gush of arousal warmed my insides.

“You don’t need to say anything. Just lay back and let me do my thing.”

How is it possible, that as soon as he said that, there was a distinctive tingle between my legs. Even before his warm, solid hands pushed up my nightgown, revealing my still naked lower half, something in his voice, something about the forbidden nature of being diapered had my body reacting and my pink slit lubricating.

I feel like I need to say something, to protest. Right? I mean, this is weird? Why does it feel so good?

Jesse’s strong hands bent my legs and opened me and I could see the ravenous lust flush over his face as my naked lower lips spread in front of him. But, with steely determination he reached inside the warm plastic box and drew out a small stack of wipes, the comforting smell of baby powder drifting into my nose.