Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Emily

Lord Adrian helped me into the limo, my body obeying his hands' silent commands automatically despite the waves of heat his crude words had sent coursing through my system. He closed the car door, and as he walked around to the other side I tried to process the menacing promise he had made, of what would happen after the gala.

He took my hand as soon as he had gotten into the limo and closed the door. I felt my fingers tremble in his grip as the unseen driver behind his glass screen pulled out into traffic.

"Look at me, young lady," my Sponsor Daddy said. I obeyed, my brow creased and my lower lip between my teeth. In Lord Adrian's eyes I saw a rapacious hunger that made my tummy flip, while on his lips I saw a smile that seemed almost gentle.

I blinked at him for a moment, trying to get my bearings, to figure out what this situation meant — what it meant to me to be under his gaze, not to mention his absolute control.

"I didn't intend to watch you as much as I have, this past week," he told me, his voice low and almost confessional. "Even before it became clear that I need the distraction you'll provide to the press, Emily, I found that despite my usual instincts to avoid attachment, the idea of giving you the care and discipline you so clearly need had an undeniable attraction."

I swallowed hard. My heart, which had quieted a little after what Lord Adrian had said about… about my bottom… started to race.

To my surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me, gently at first and then harder. Reflexively, I tightened my hold on his hand, and he squeezed back as his tongue explored my mouth, dominant and demanding.

When he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes the smile had vanished and the hunger had grown.

"The Bad Girl program wants me to be hard on you, young lady, and I'm afraid that's exactly what I'm going to be."

My lips parted, my breath coming in little pants.

"I…," I started. I felt transfixed by his sky blue eyes. "What…"

"Lay yourself over my lap, young lady," he told me. "Daddy has a present for you."

I hesitated for just a moment, my mind reeling from the sudden shift. But Lord Adrian's stern gaze threatened consequences I had no desire to experience. With trembling hands, I awkwardly maneuvered myself across his lap in the confined space of the limo. The short skirt of my Alice costume rode up, exposing the childish plastic pants underneath.

Lord Adrian's large hand came to rest on my padded bottom, and I tensed in anticipation. But instead of a smack, I felt him tugging at the waistband of the plastic pants.

"Lift your hips," he commanded softly.

I obeyed, my face burning with humiliation as he worked the pants down my thighs. Cool air hit my skin as he unfastened the diaper, leaving my bottom bare and vulnerable.

"Such a pretty little bottom," Lord Adrian murmured appreciatively. His fingers trailed over my exposed flesh, sending shivers through me. "But I think it needs a bit of decoration for tonight's event."

I felt my breath catch in my throat as Lord Adrian's upper body shifted and I realized he had reached into his pocket. He showed me a small velvet pouch. With exquisite slowness, holding it before my eyes, he loosened the drawstring and tipped the contents into his palm, but then he withdrew that hand. I twisted my neck, trying to see what he held, but his broad chest blocked my view.

"Eyes forward, young lady," he chided gently. "This is a surprise for my good little girl."

I bit my lip and faced forward again, my mind racing with possibilities. What kind of "decoration" did he have planned for my bottom?

The sound of a cap being flipped open reached my ears, followed by a soft squelching noise. My muscles tensed as I realized he must be applying lubricant to… whatever it was.

"Relax, Emily," Lord Adrian murmured, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. "Daddy knows what's best for his naughty little Alice."

I tried to calm my breathing as I felt something cool and slick press against my most intimate place. It was small and tapered at first, but as Lord Adrian applied steady pressure, I felt it gradually stretching my most intimate place.

A whimper escaped my lips as understanding dawned. It was a butt plug. Lord Adrian was inserting a butt plug into my bottom, right here in the back of the limousine. Slowly, inexorably, I felt the thing push into me.

It was small, but the intrusion was still uncomfortable and foreign. Above all, it made me feel… open . I chewed on my lower lip, thinking of my Daddy's words before we'd gotten into the limo.

My Daddy. I realized with a hot blush that I'd just thought of him that way, without any prompting — or any warning. Not Lord Adrian, nor even My Sponsor Daddy . Just… my Daddy.

I squirmed instinctively and embarrassingly as the plug settled fully inside me, the widest part stretching my tight ring of muscle before narrowing again. Lord Adrian's hand came down firmly on my bottom.

"Be still, young lady," he admonished. "A good girl takes her daddy's presents without fussing."

I froze, my face burning with shame. The plug felt huge inside me, though logically I knew it must be quite small. Every tiny movement sent shockwaves of sensation through my body.

"There now," Lord Adrian said, sounding pleased. "That wasn't so bad, was it? And look how pretty it is."

He held up a small mirror, angling it so I could see my reflection when I twisted my face around over my shoulder to the right. My eyes widened as I took in the sight. Nestled between my bottom cheeks was a gleaming jewel - deep blue to match my Alice costume.

"A sapphire for my little Alice," my Daddy murmured. "It suits you perfectly."

He fastened my diaper and pulled up my plastic pants, then helped me sit up, rearranging my skirt as I did so, just as if I were a little girl who couldn't do it for herself. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, and I had to bite back a gasp. Lord Adrian's eyes glittered with amusement.

"You'll wear this all evening," he informed me. "It will remind you who you belong to, even as you charm the crowd — and of course it will make you think of what will happen after the gala."

I felt my face flush hot at my Daddy's words, the implications sinking in. The plug inside me seemed to throb with each beat of my racing heart, a constant reminder of my submission to this man. Of what he planned to do to me later.

"Now then," Lord Adrian said briskly, his tone shifting to something more businesslike. "We have an important task tonight, young lady. The press will be out in full force, eager for any gossip about my latest 'scandal'. Your job is to be utterly charming and innocent. Play up the Alice persona — wide-eyed wonder at everything you see, childlike enthusiasm. Make them fall in love with you."

I nodded, trying to focus on his words despite the distracting sensations from the plug. "Yes… Daddy," I whispered, the title still feeling foreign on my tongue.

Lord Adrian's eyes darkened at the word. His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Good girl," he murmured. "If you perform well tonight, there may be a reward in it for you. But if you displease me in any way…" He let the threat hang unspoken between us.

The limo slowed to a stop, and I heard the muffled sounds of a crowd outside. My stomach churned with nerves. Lord Adrian gave me one last appraising look before opening the door.

"Showtime, Alice," he said with a rakish grin.

My heart pounded as Lord Adrian helped me out of the limo. The flashing lights of cameras temporarily blinded me, and I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. The noise of the crowd was overwhelming after the quiet of the car.

"Remember," Lord Adrian murmured in my ear, his hand firm on the small of my back, "wide-eyed innocence. You're Alice in Wonderland, enchanted by everything you see."

I nodded slightly, trying to calm my racing pulse. As my vision cleared, I took in the scene before me. We stood on a red carpet leading up to an imposing museum building. Reporters and photographers lined both sides, shouting questions and snapping photos. Other costumed guests milled about, some already posing for the cameras.

Lord Adrian guided me forward, and I tried to channel the Alice character as best I could. I widened my eyes, letting my gaze dart around in apparent wonder. The plug inside me shifted with each step, a constant reminder of my true status beneath the costume.

"Lord Adrian!" a reporter called out. "Is this your new girlfriend?"

My Daddy turned, pulling me close to his side. "This is Alice," he said with a charming smile. "She's accompanying me this evening."

I did my best to look shy and overwhelmed, ducking my head slightly as if embarrassed by the attention. In truth, it wasn't hard to feign — I felt genuinely out of my depth.

"Alice, darling," Lord Adrian said, his voice pitched to carry. "Why don't you tell these nice people what you think of the museum?"

I swallowed hard, trying to remember my role. "Oh, it's simply magical!" I gushed, forcing enthusiasm into my voice. "Like something out of a storybook. I can hardly believe I'm really here!"

The reporters ate it up, cameras flashing as they captured my wide-eyed expression. I even thought I heard murmurs of "adorable" and "charming" from the crowd.

"And how did you two meet?" another journalist called out.

Lord Adrian's arm tightened around my waist. "It was quite by chance," he said smoothly. "I stumbled upon Alice having tea in a little garden cafe. She looked so enchanting, I simply had to introduce myself."

I nodded eagerly, playing along. "He was ever so gallant," I added, batting my eyelashes up at Lord Adrian. "Like a knight in shining armor."

The plug shifted inside me as I moved, and I had to fight to keep my expression innocent. Lord Adrian's fingers dug into my hip, a subtle warning.

"What a delightful story!" one of the reporters gushed. "And Alice, what do you think of the rumors about Lord Adrian's business dealings?"

I felt Lord Adrian tense beside me, but I didn't hesitate.

I blinked innocently, tilting my head in confusion. "Business dealings? Oh, I don't know anything about that," I said with a little laugh. "Daddy — I mean, Lord Adrian — doesn't talk to me about boring grown-up things like that. We have much more fun exploring Wonderland together!"

I saw Lord Adrian's lips twitch in amusement at my slip of calling him "Daddy", but the reporters seemed to find it endearing rather than suspicious. I definitely heard someone say "adorable."

"And what do you think of the museum's new exhibit on Victorian childhood?" another journalist asked.

I clapped my hands together in apparent excitement. "Oh, I simply can't wait to see it! All those lovely dolls and toys… it will be like stepping back in time!" The irony of my words wasn't lost on me, given my current predicament.

Lord Adrian steered me towards the museum entrance, clearly deciding we'd given the press enough fodder for now. As we walked, I felt the plug inside me with each step, sending little sparks of sensation through my body. I struggled to maintain my innocent expression.

"Well done, young lady," Lord Adrian murmured in my ear as we entered the grand foyer. "You played your part perfectly. Now, let's make our rounds and charm the rest of the guests, shall we?"