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“Apology accepted,” Cat says with a breezy smile. “We’re no stranger to naughty Littles, are we, Jasper?”
“We are not.” Between Victoria, our “niece” and now Juliet, we have more than our fair share of naughty to go around. “Speaking of, do you have a dressing room ready for us, Myra? I need a moment with my little princess.”
“Of course. The first door on the left there is open for you.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you answer me, Jasper!” Voice rising to a shriek, Juliet struggles against my hold, very clearly teetering on the edge of a full-blown tantrum.
Pulling my hand from her diaper, I bend and scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder again as I stride toward the dressing room Myra indicated. Juliet’s screams and curses pierce the air as I close the door behind us and deposit her in front of the three-way mirror.
Turning her to face the mirror, I clasp a hand over her mouth, earning me a furious look in the reflection. “I am trying to be understanding here, Juliet. I know this has all been a lot for you to take in, but I will not, under any circumstances, allow you to disrespect me like this. Especially in public.”
The door to the dressing room opens and Cat peeks in, dangling the pacifier gag from her fingers. “I thought you might want this.”
Perfect. “Thank you, Catharina. Give Myra and Solene my apologies, will you? Juliet won’t be able to apologize on her own behalf.”
“Of course.”
When the door closes again, I tuck the pacifier in my pocket and grab both of Juliet’s braids. “On your knees, little girl. Apparently Daddy didn’t do a good enough job of washing all of those naughty words out of your mouth before.”
Juliet
Fuck.
I really,reallyneed to learn to keep my mouth shut.
But when I realized I was wearing a goddamndiaper, it was as if all rational thought left my brain. All I knew was the humiliation of not just being put in a diaper, but being finger-fucked in one while I watched one of the most talented designers of my generation get her ass paddled right in front of me.
Honestly, my reaction almost seems anticlimactic in light of all that. I should be rewarded for my restraint, if you ask me.
Unfortunately, I don’t think Jasper sees things my way. And the pressure of him tugging on my braids doesn’t leave me with much choice but to sink to my knees in front of him.
Holding tight with one hand, he uses the other to flick open his slacks, pulling his cock free.
And I get my first good look at Jasper Blackwood’s infamous dick.
I’d heard whispers. People sometimes forgot—or didn’t care—that I was his sister and I’d have to listen to them giggle over how huge my brother’s cock was.
Back then, I assumed they were all full of shit. And I’m still sure at least half of them were. Jasper has a reputation for beinga bit of a playboy, but I know for a fact some of those girls never got within a hundred feet of him.
Those who had, however, hadn’t been lying. My brother ishuge.
And not just long. But wide as well. As I stare down the giant cock in front of me, panic wraps around my chest at the thought of having that thing in my mouth.
Or anywhere else for that matter.
Ignoring the growing achedown there, I look up at Jasper, giving him my best pout. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’ll be good, I promise!” I still hate the wayDaddyfeels on my tongue, but considering how much trouble I’ve landed myself in, I need to appease him in some way.
“Good. Because I don’t want to spend all of my time punishing you, Juliet. But I will if that’s what it takes to get through to you that you are no longer in charge. Be a good girl and open that naughty little mouth for Daddy.”
“But I said I was sorry,” I whine, the words somewhat muffled by my efforts to not open my mouth any further than necessary.
I wouldn’t put it past Jasper to just shove the damn thing in while I’m talking.
His expression might as well be carved from stone when he stares down at me. “You can be sorry all you want, little girl, you are still getting your mouth washed out with Daddy’s cock. If you keep fighting me, I’ll have to call Auntie Cat in to hold your mouth open for me.”
Well, that’s a humiliation I absolutely don’t need. Faced, once again, with an impossible choice, I force my lips to part.
“Wider.”