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I should be horrified. Humiliated all over again. And yet, what I am is transfixed by the sight of us. Me with my pretty, fluffy dress hiked up to expose the pale pink and gold fabric wrapped around me. Jasper, as tall and strong as ever, holding me against his chest, his hand hidden by my soaking wet diaper as he begins to finger-fuck me.
That broad chest vibrates with his low, wicked laughter. “So wet for me, princess. And it has nothing to do with the fact that your diaper is full, does it?”
Pleasure and humiliation clash inside me, a confusing, intoxicating mix that makes my head spin. Letting my head fall back against him, I watch us through hooded eyes as he lowers his lips to my ear.
“I think you enjoy being my naughty baby. Don’t you, my sweet little sister? You enjoy the things your Daddy makes you do. You love being forced to debase yourself for me. Forced to do things our perfect, proper parents would be absolutely horrified by.” He chuckles again, and the sound is so utterly wicked it pulls a whimper from my throat. “Imagine if they knew what we were up to on this island. Imagine if they could see you standing here, your diaper full of piss, getting finger-fucked by your big brother. We might actually give your mother a stroke. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? You’d love a chance to show her that all those years of trying to mold her precious daughter into the perfect little society bitch were wasted on you. Wouldn’t you, Juju?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I gasp out, arching into his touch.
“I thought so. And you’re going to prove it right now by coming in your wet, heavy diaper.”
Even if I wanted to deny him, my body is already betraying me. Need coils tighter and tighter inside my core with every stroke of his clever fingers over my swollen clit.
The hand not in my diaper is still wrapped around my throat, and he tightens his grip just slightly. Not enough to deny me oxygen, but more than enough to get my attention. To let me know, in no uncertain terms, that he has my life literally in his hands.
“Come for me, my filthy little princess. Let Daddy feel your pretty cunt squeezing his fingers. I want that diapersoppingwet by the time we’re through here, baby.”
His words snap that coil inside me and pleasure floods my body as I buck against his hand, my arousal flooding my already soaked diaper.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, pulling his hand free. “My beautiful little princess. Let’s get you in that bath now.”
Still dazed by the mind-blowing orgasm he just forced on me, I let myself be led over to the tub. Let myself be stripped naked and then lifted into a pool of hot water that instantly drains the remaining tension from my muscles as I lean back against the built-in pillow with a sigh.
I can hear Jasper moving around the bathroom, and I can’t help but think maybe being his baby isn’t such a bad gig, after all.
But the thought barely has time to form in my brain before the other, logical parts of me start chiming in.
Are you really willing to lower yourself to this for some orgasms and pretty clothes? What if he wants more? What if this is just the surface of his depravity? What about your friends back home, the life you left behind? Are you really willing to give up all that freedom just because your stepbrother is finally giving you the time of day?
“You’re thinking very loudly, princess.”
I crack open one eyelid to find him kneeling beside the tub just like he did this morning, his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “I’m not thinking about anything.”
Cocking a single eyebrow, he reaches for a bottle of bodywash and squirts it onto the damp washcloth in his hand. “I highly doubt that. That busy little brain of yours is always worrying about something. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
I’m absolutely not going to tell him how conflicted I’m feeling about being his baby, so I simply shrug. “Nothing’s wrong. Just sort of going through the day’s events.”
“Ah.” Grinning now, he runs the soapy cloth over one arm, then the other. “It was a rather eventful one, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. I don’t like Doctor D very much.”
“I’d be surprised if you did. But he’s very good at keeping Little girls healthy and whole, so you’ll have to get used to him.”
I lean forward at his nudging so he can scrub my back and I nearly moan at how good it feels. “You make it sound as though I’ll be here for a while.”
“Because you will be. You’re not going back to New York, Juliet. And the sooner you can accept that, the happier I imagine we’ll both be. Up on your knees, baby. Daddy needs to clean your bottom.”
Distracted by his declaration, I don’t even think to argue as I shift up onto all fours in the tub. “You can’t just keep me prisoner here forever.”
“It won’t be forever.”
Hope flutters in my chest. “Really?”
“Of course. Eventually you’ll stop thinking of yourself as my prisoner and you’ll simply be my Little girl.”
And just like that, my hope dies a painful death. But before I can argue further, his slick finger presses into my bottom, forcing that forbidden hole open with a little pinch of pain.
“Daddy, no!” I whine. “Not again! My bottom is so sore.”