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As I’m trying to make sense of exactly what’s happening to me, Jasper pulls two leather bands across my face, buckling them behind my head and it finally clicks.
He’s fuckinggagged me.
“If you cannot speak to me with respect, you will lose your right to speak at all,” he says, and from the tone of his voice he might as well be telling me about the weather. Out of everything, that seems the most unfair, that he should be so unaffected by what he’s doing to me when I am a mess of conflicting, wild emotions.
I try to tell him to fuck himself, but the words are muffled by the gag in my mouth.
The gag does little, however, to muffle my cries when the spanking begins again.
Chapter Three
Jasper
Having my sweet little stepsister over my lap, her ass turning redder and redder under my palm while she whimpers around the pacifier strapped into her mouth is even better than the fantasies I indulged in during the flight to retrieve her.
She won’t give in easily. While Tori, my friend Maxwell’s Little girl, took to this life like a duck to water, Juliet will not go so quietly.
Which is perfectly fine by me. My favorite part of getting a new toy is finding just the right way to break it.
And I amsolooking forward to learning what it will take to break Juliet.
With that in mind, I shift my attention to her sit-spots, that sensitive bit of skin right where bottom and thighs meet. It hurts like hell, but more to the point she will feel this spanking every time she shifts in her seat for the rest of the flight. I have no delusions that this punishment will last beyond the time it takes for the pain to fade, but perhaps I can at least win her obedience for an hour or two.
Her struggles increase with the changeup, and for a moment her thighs spread as wide as the denim around her knees will allow and I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. She’s had a wax recently, but that’s not what catches my attention.
It’s the arousal glistening between her lips that has me grinning down at the feisty form over my knee.
Silently, I will her to give in so I can hold her. But she’s as stubborn as I remember and the pain in my palm is becoming more than I care to tolerate. Just as I’m about to have Kerry fetch my bag again so I can retrieve one of the implements I brought with me for this very reason, Juliet goes limp over my knee, her body shuddering with soft, choking sobs.
Finally.
“Come here, my little princess. Let Daddy hold you.” I gently lift her up to perch on my knee.
Tears stain her cheeks, mixed with hints of black from her mascara, running tracks through her foundation. She is a beautiful mess, and the beast inside me claws at my chest, desperate for release.
But the beast will need to wait a little while longer. There will be plenty of time to claim her once we are on the island. For now, she is a sweet bundle in my arms, quietly crying into my shoulder as I rock her gently on my lap. And that is enough.
Juliet
Exhausted from the spanking, from struggling, from my own damn emotions, I don’t have the strength to fight Jasper when he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. I’m confused, miserable, and sore, and even though he is the reason I am all ofthose things he is also the only person around to offer comfort. So I take what he offers, curling into him as I quietly sob, shoving the logical voices in my head into a box.
There will be time for logic later. For now, I just want to be held.
Warm lips press against my forehead and I let my eyes close. Let myself believe, just for now, that he actually cares about me even though I know it isn’t true. Because the only way I can bear what’s happening right now is to lie. To myself, to him, to whoever I have to fool to just survive until I can escape.
The heart he’s held in his hands since I was sixteen trembles as he brushes my hair from my tear-stained face. This is everything I’ve ever wanted from him, from my parents, hell fromanyonein my life and it’s killing me inside to know that it’s all just pretend.
So close. And yet still so fucking far.
“My poor little princess,” he murmurs, and there’s enough fake sympathy in his voice for me to almost believe he means it. “Are you ready to be my good girl now?”
I’m ready for you to go fuck yourself.
Even if I wanted to say it, the gag in my mouth is still preventing me from speaking. Now that I’m no longer screaming and crying, I realize that in order to keep from drooling everywhere, I have to suck on the rubber tip of the gag. Which I do, tentatively at first. The gesture is… oddly soothing, and it tickles something in the back of my brain, something I’m far too tired to examine further.
So I suck, both to keep from drooling and for the strange comfort it gives me, and I nod. Yes, I’ll be his good girl.
For now.