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Chapter One: Who I Used To Be
Bella's P.O.V:
I remember who I used to be, before it all happened. I wasn't a bad person, I had just made some bad choices which landed me on the streets at just the age of nineteen. My parents were dead and I couldn't pay rent to my roommate. I ended up getting mixed up in the wild world of prostitution. It paid good and I had a place to stay. My clients were normal, wanted their good time, paid for it and sent me on my way. But there was one venture I never came back from. The night I met Edward Cullen, changed my life.
I climbed into the silver Volvo that awaited me at the corner. Inside the car sat a tall man with brown hair and piercing brown eyes. He gave me a smile and looked me up and down. "So where do you want to go?" I asked.
"How about my place, it's just where I feel most comfortable." I nodded and he pulled out, soon driving down the road. After about ten minutes he pulled up in front of a huge mansion. I better get good tips for this, was the thought running through my head as he led me into the house and up the stairs. He opened a door to a room to reveal a nursery. It was bright pink with white bunnies painted on the walls. In the corner was a huge crib filled with stuffed animals. Across the room was a changing table where a huge diaper already sat along with a big lacey and poofy dress. There was also a big play pen and a rocking chair. I let out a sigh.
"Listen dude, fetishes cost extra. And I don't do the diaper thing." He just shook his head and picked me up, carrying me over to the changjng table. "Hey! Did you not hear what I just said?!"
"You bet I did you filthy little whore and I don't care. You're no longer going to be playing this game sweet cheeks. I'm you're Daddy now." He went to remove my skirt and I pushed his hand away.
"I am not doing this!" I went to jump down when he grabbed my waist and forced me down, strapping me to the changing table.
"If you stay my little girl for a year, I will pay you a million dollars. If you choose to leave, I will call my father and report your little prostitution ring." My eyes went wide. How could he being doing this? While I definitely didn't want to stay this pervert's little girl, I couldn't be turned into the police. I knew they were already onto me and it was only a matter of time. "What do you want Bella?" I bit down on my lip, weighing my options. Five years in jail versus a year with this creep. I let out a big sigh.
"Okay. Fine. But before I let this happen, I need to know what exactly I'll be forced to be doing." A flicker of glee entered his eyes.
"You're going to be Daddy's baby and you shall address me as your daddy. You will sleep in your crib, wear diapers that you cannot touch, you will wear what I put you in, I will feed you, spoon and bottle, I will in addition be responsible for everything you do. You will not give Daddy a hard time or Daddy will spank that cute little bottom. You will only use baby talk and can only crawl if Daddy is not holding you. Now, let's get you out of these big girl clothes. You're a baby now." He stripped off my skirt and tight top before removing my thong. He disappeared and returned with a soapy razor. My eyes widened as he shaved off everything but the hair on my head and my eyebrows. Once he finished, he picked me up. "Before I put you in your diaper, Daddy's going to give you a spanking for being such a dirty little slut." My eyes went wide as he carried me to the rocking chair and sat down.
He put me over his lap and began the brutal assault to my bottom. At first it began to turn me on. I felt myself go wet after a few minutes. It takes Edward a second to realize what was going on. Once he did, I heard his growl. "Bella! No! This is a punishment. Now Daddy has to give you a bath and clean off himself." He smacked my bottom harder than he had before, causing me to stop feeling any attracting towards him. He sat me in front of him and took my jaw into his hands. "Listen to me you little slut, you are no longer a big girl, a woman, you are a baby. You will not get turned on by this or so help me I will make it ten times worse. Do you understand me?" I slowly nodded and he slapped me across the face. I gasped and held my hand to my cheek. "Good. Now let's get you cleaned up."
He carried me into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom and started the water. Once it was full, he put me in and knelt down in front of me, cleaning me off, saying he was relieving me from my filth from the street. I just sat there staring at this man, wondering why he wanted this, why he desired it. When he was done he stood me up and had me turn around. He spanked my bottom for a good twenty minutes until I was crying so hard I could barely speak.
He picked me up and carried me back into the room where he powdered my bottom and put on the big diaper. It felt weird against my stinging bottom, like cotton or fluff. After that he put some plastic pants over the diaper. Next came the big poofy dress. It was pink with lots of frills and lace and it barely covered my diaper. He brushed out my hair and tied it into pigtails with pink ribbons. He then put pink booties on my feet and pink mittens on my hands. He tied a frilly pink bonnet onto my head. For the final touch he produced a giant pink pacifier and put it in my mouth. He smiled and planted a huge kiss on my forehead. He picked me up and carried me to the crib, plopping me down. He arranged the stuffed animals around me and put a big floppy tiger into my arms. He pulled out a camera and took a picture. "Doesn't Daddy's wittle Princess look so cute?" He reached over and pinched my cheeks. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and he just smiled. I kicked my legs and laid down on top of a bunch of assorted stuffed animals. He smiled and kissed my forehead again. "Sleep my wittle princess. You've had quite a long day." He pulled a blanket over me and walked out of the room.
"Who's Daddy's pretty wittle princess? Who is? Who is?" Edward coos as he holds me up in front of him, tickling me. I can't help but smile.
"Me Daddy!" I squeal. He smiles and holds me close to his chest, slowly rocking me back and forth. "You're so perfect," he coos down at me. "Yes you are. You're just Daddy's wittle Pumpkin." He pinches my now very chubby cheeks and then inserts the nipple to the bottle into my mouth. I begin to suck and stare up at him with big eyes. He pats my diaper clad bottom and continues to pinch my cheeks as I drink the bottle, feeling so safe and secure. Who knew I'd end up so happy here?
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