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That’s right, princess. Daddy’s got you.
Juliet lifts her head when we step into the closet, a frown tugging at her lips. “What are those?”
She nods to something on my right and I glance over at the layers of tulle and silk. “Dresses. I’m afraid I didn’t have time tofully stock your wardrobe with such short notice, but I assume you’d rather do your own shopping anyway.”
Horror twists her features. “You expect me to wearthat? Absolutely the fuck not.”
I was willing to give her a bit of leeway this morning, but my patience with her language is rapidly wearing thin. Pinning her with a glare, I let my displeasure show, and a dark thrill runs through me when her eyes go round. “Do you want another spanking, Juliet?”
“No!”
“Then watch your mouth, and stop arguing with me about every little thing.”
“Ugh. Fine. I’lltry.”
It’s a far cry from the respectful answer I would normally demand of my Little girl, but it’s also a vast improvement over her usual attitude, so I’m willing to bend a bit.
After all, there’s no fun in breaking your toystooquickly.
Grabbing the first dress I see, I carry her back to the nursery and lay it next to the changing table. With that little chore done, I turn and head to the bathroom.
“You don’t have to carry me, you know. I can walk.”
“I like carrying you.” It’s a simple, honest answer, even if it’s only half of the reason. The other half being that I’m not entirely convinced she won’t try to run away the second her feet hit the ground. And unlike Evander, I much prefer having my prey ready and waiting for me rather than chasing them into the ground.
“What if I don’t like being carried?” she asks, her bottom lip puffing out into a pout.
Stopping in front of the toilet, I set her on her feet but keep a tight grip on her to keep her from running. “I suppose it’s something we could negotiate. But is it really so bad, letting me baby you a bit?”
“Yes.”
There’s a slash of pink across her cheeks that belies her words, but I deliberately don’t mention it. She’s going to be embarrassed enough as it is today, there’s no reason for me to add to it.
For now, anyway.
“How about this?” I say as I reach for the button on her shorts. “Humor me, for now, and if you still hate being carried around after you’ve settled in a bit, we can revisit the issue.”
“I don’t want to ‘revisit the issue’. I want to—what the fuck are you doing? Stop that!”
She bats at my hands, but a single, hard look from me freezes her in place. “I am undressing you so you can potty before your bath.”
The pink in her cheeks turns such a brilliant red, I’m almost worried she might be on the verge of a stroke. “I can use the bathroom by myself! Let me go!”
“Absolutely not. Little girls do not potty on their own.” And if I have it my way—which I will—she will not even be allowed to use the bathroom after today. I have something else in mind for my naughty Little girl. “Now stop fussing and let Daddy get you undressed.”
“No! Goddammit, Jasper, I didn’t consent to any of this!”
Without pausing, I manage to wrestle her jeans and panties to the ground before reaching for her shirt. “Oh, but you did, my sweet little princess. You are the one who called me, begging to be allowed to come to the island. That’s all the consent I need.”
“You really think you’re fucking king of the world, don’t you?” Despite how furious she obviously is, her voice is thick with tears, and the sound tugs at my heart. “You didn’t tell me what I was getting myself into! You tricked me!”
I can’t really argue with that. Still, the fact remains that she chose to come, even after I told her she wouldn’t like it here. Andnow that she is on the island, it’s my responsibility to care for her. To provide for her.
To discipline her.
With that in mind, I pull her shirt over her head and pin her with a stern glare that has her watery eyes going wide. “I have warned you enough times about your language, Juliet. After you potty, we are going to take care of that filthy mouth of yours once and for all.”
Juliet