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“I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”
“Good girl. There’s one last part of your punishment, and then we can go back to bed for a bit.”
“Oh, Daddy, no! I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”
“I know you have, princess.” Pulling his cock free, he reaches for something on the bed. “This is to make sure that lesson truly sinks in.”
Something hard presses against my poor abused hole and I whimper as he pushes it inside me. Unlike his cock, the thing in my ass narrows at the top, and my bottom clenches around it when it settles into place.
Big mistake.
Huge, actually, as my sensitive inner walls almost immediately begin to heat. “Daddy, it burns! Something’s wrong, take it out, take it out!”
“Nothing’s wrong, princess. That’s your naughty girl plug. From now on, if you earn Daddy’s cock in your bottom as a punishment, it will be followed up with this plug, covered in peppermint oil. The burn will ease in a bit, but I suspect this punishment will stay with you for a good long while.”
Sobbing again, I dance in place, trying desperately to dislodge the thing in my ass and alleviate my suffering. “Daddy, please, please take it out! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“It will come out in the morning. For now, let’s get a fresh diaper on you and get you back into bed.”
The diaper traps all of the heat from my strapping, and by the time he tucks me back into bed, wrapped tightly in his arms, I am a very sorry Little girl indeed.
“Shhh, princess.” He presses a kiss to my damp forehead. “Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s right here, baby.”
And despite the fact that he’s the cause of my current misery, he’s also the only one I want to comfort me. So I snuggle into his embrace, letting the tears come until I’ve cried myself empty. With a big, shuddering sigh, I close my eyes. And sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jasper
I wake well before Juliet, and for a long while I simply watch her sleep. Cheeks flushed, with the dried tracks of her tears still visible, she is simply the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My baby. My little princess.
Mine.
How could she have ever thought I would let her get away now that I’ve tasted her? Now that I’ve felt the exquisite agony of her pouty lips wrapped around my cock?
Hopefully now she’s learned her lesson, and we won’t ever have to have this discussion again. Still, something nags at me. Victoria has always seemed so happy here, and she’s never once tried to escape. In fact, when she thought Maxwell was going to send her back to New York she was so upset she threw a tantrum right in the middle of Solene’s.
Obviously, my sweet little Juliet doesn’t feel the same way. And though I have no intention of letting her go, I don’t want her to be miserable here, either.
I may be an asshole, but I’m not a monster.
Careful not to wake her, I slip from the bed to call down to the kitchen. Juliet has a weakness for eggs Benedict and when Chef Michael mentions he just made a fresh batch of lemon scones, I add those to my request as well. Along with a bottle of milk for her and coffee for me.
Again, I consider speaking to Bridgette about purchasing one of her cows to keep here. I’m sure the frozen milk is just fine, but why should my little princess have to settle for “just fine” when I have the means to give her the very best?
With breakfast ordered, I head to the bathroom to run a hot bath, complete with a healthy dose of lavender-scented salts. After last night, Juliet is bound to be sore, and she took her punishment so well I almost feel guilty for being so harsh with her.
Almost… but not quite.
When the bath is about half full, I make my way back to the bedroom to wake her. “Time to get up, princess sleepyhead.”
Nose scrunching, she shakes her head, burrowing deeper into the covers. “Don’t wanna.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, baby. Time to rise and shine. Or you’ll miss out on the special breakfast Daddy ordered for you.”
That gets her attention, and I can’t help but laugh when one bright blue eye opens. “Breakfast?”