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“Jasper, please.” To my utter humiliation, my screams of outrage have turned to whining pleas. “Please let me go.”
Relief floods my body when he lets his hand come to rest on my bottom, softly stroking the heated flesh. “Now we’re getting somewhere, princess,” he says with a quiet chuckle.
Ugh. Princess. Yet another nickname he knows I’ve always hated. Princess Juju, he called me, back when our parents first became an item. It always felt more like an insult than a sweet pet name, which seemed fitting for an assholeish older brother.
Before I can find the strength to snarl at him about it, he gives my ass a hard squeeze, hard enough to make me yelp at the flash of pain. “Let’s go over your rules again, shall we?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him exactly where he can shove hisrules, but with his hand still firmly gripping my ass, my self-preservation kicks in and I keep my mouth shut for once in my life.
“One, you will listen to Daddy. When I tell you to do something, I expect your immediate compliance or you will find yourself right back here. Two, you are never to leave the house without an adult by your side. That includes even just going outside to play.”
“Iaman adult!” Not that I sound like one with all the whining. Already he’s reduced me to a petulant child.
Ugh.
“You are not. You are a naughty, spoiled Little girl and you will be treated as such for the foreseeable future.” Without giving me a chance to argue, he continues on. “Rule three, you will always speak with respect. That includes to my staff. I will warn you now that every single person in my household has my permission to discipline you as needed or to report your misbehavior directly to me. Should you be disciplined by any of my staff, or if I have to punish you for any misbehavior they have reported to me, you will receive a second spanking right before bed.”
Ohhellno. “I am not letting a bunch of strangers put their hands on me!”
The hand on my ass tightens, and I can’t quite stop the whimper that escapes my lips at the flash of pain. “You will if Isay you will, little girl. But if you don’t want to be punished by my staff, the simple solution is to behave yourself when you are in their care. Let’s move on to rule four, since that’s what got you in this mess to begin with.”
Really? He’s blamingmefor the fact that he tricked me into coming to his stupid island and then assaulted me?
Fucking billionaires.
“While there is no police force on the island, as I mentioned, we do have very strict rules. If it would be considered a crime back home, you can safely assume it will be considered the same on the island. And any criminal activity on your part will be met with far worse than just a spanking over Daddy’s knee. Am I making myself crystal clear, little girl?”
The only thing I’m clear about is my desire to get the fuck away from him as soon as possible. But again, I do have some sense of self-preservation. “Yeah, you’re clear.”
“And that brings us to the final rule. Your response right now should be ‘Yes, Daddy’. Try again, Juliet.”
Absolutely the fuck not. Twisting my torso as much as I’m able, I glare up at him. “I’ll go along with your other bullshit rules, but there is no fucking way I’m calling youDaddy.”
I feel his sigh as much as hear it, and despite my bravado, fear races up my spine. “Kerry, would you bring me my bag, please?”
“What? What bag?” Panic, borne of some long-forgotten prey instinct buried deep in my DNA, sends a flood of adrenaline through my system and again I’m fighting for all I’m worth to escape.
And again, his hold on me does not give an inch.
Kerry appears a moment later, and I crane my neck to watch as Jasper pulls something from the front pocket.
“Thank you, Kerry.” Lowering his gaze to meet mine, his dark eyes glitter with excitement. “Open your mouth, Juju.”
I can’t quite see what he has in his hand, but I am absolutely sure I donotwant it in my mouth. Pressing my lips together in a tight light, I glare up at him.
“Still feeling stubborn, I see. That’s all right. Daddy knows how to get stubborn Little girls to obey.”
Fuck. I brace for another round of spanking, determined to keep my mouth shut no matter how painful it is.
But he doesn’t light into me as I expect. Instead, he releases his hold on my ass and with his free hand does something that is so annoying-older-brother-coded I might have laughed if I wasn’t so terrified of giving him access to my mouth.
He pinches my nose shut.
I can’t breathe. And it’s only a matter of time before the oxygen in my lungs runs out. Another rush of panic-fueled adrenaline gives me the energy to fight, but no matter how I twist my head or try to claw at his arm, his fingers don’t budge.
My lungs feel like they’re going to burst, but I manage to hold out until my vision goes black at the edges before my survival instincts override my willpower and my mouth flies open on an explosive exhale.
Jasper wastes no time in shoving the thing in his hand into my mouth. Rubber hits my tongue and when he finally releases my nose, I cross my eyes to try and see what it is.