Chapter Nine

Natalie

Evander’s finger, soaked with my arousal, presses deeper inside me, just like it did when he was bathing me. Only now, there’s not nearly as much slickness, and I whimper at the burn and stretch as he forces himself into my most forbidden hole.

“ Fuck .” He groans, a low, desperate sound that makes my pussy twitch in response. “Do you know what those little noises do to me, kitten? The way you whimper and whine? I swear, I’m about to throw tradition out the window and fuck you properly.”

I’m not sure what “tradition” he’s talking about, but if it’s the only thing standing between me and not getting my ass fucked then I say screw tradition.

Grasping onto that glimmer of hope, I let another soft whimper free.

“It hurts , Daddy.” I put a little extra whine into my voice, which isn’t very hard because it does, indeed, hurt.

“Poor little kitten.” His tone is coated with sweetness when he speaks, a fake sort of sympathy that has goosebumps popping up all over my skin. “My poor, naughty Little girl. Are you regretting your choices yet, little one?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” I sniffle dramatically for added effect. “I’m sorry, I won’t be naughty again, I swear!”

“Fortunately for both of us, that is one promise you won’t be able to keep. Little girls can’t seem to help themselves. But maybe you’ll think twice for a few days, until the soreness in your poor little hole wears off.”

A second finger joins the first, and there’s even less lubricant now to ease his way. Now my whimpering and whining is all too real, not at all a show as I wriggle and writhe at his touch, unable to resist my futile struggles as he stretches me open in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

I’ve never let a man touch me there. Never wanted a man to touch me there. I assumed it would hurt, and holy fuck, was I right.

But the pain isn’t all pain. As I wriggle, my hips grind against the armchair, adding jolts of pleasure to the mix that have my head spinning. Am I… am I into this? Do I like being hurt? If anyone had asked me that before I left New York, I would have told them they were crazy.

Now, though… I force the thoughts from my head.

Of course I don’t like this. It’s just a natural response to the physical stimulation of my clit.

I don’t have to be enjoying what’s happening to me for my body to register that feeling as pleasure.

It has nothing at all to do with what Evander is doing to me.

Liar .

The fingers in my ass disappear, and I sigh with relief. But again, that relief is very short-lived. A moment later, his hands grip my hips and he slowly pushes his thick cock into my pussy.

“Don’t worry, little one. Just need some extra lubricant. I don’t want to hurt my little kitten any more than necessary.”

We have wildly different ideas of what “any more than necessary” entails, I’m sure.

He groans again as he fucks me once, twice, three times before pulling his cock free with a sigh. “Two more nights. Just two more nights and then I can fuck this pretty pussy the way you deserve.”

“You could do it now,” I offer, trying to crane my neck to smile up at him.

“There are traditions, kitten. And besides, what kind of Daddy would I be if I neglected your punishment in favor of my own pleasure? Not a very good one at all, I’m afraid.”

It’s all the warning I get before the head of his cock is pushing between my cheeks, splitting me open with slow, deliberate force.

“Daddy, no! It hurts! Take it out, take it out!” I’m crying now, short hiccupping sobs as the pain engulfs me.

“At the risk of sounding cliché, it’s meant to hurt, kitten. This is how naughty Little girls learn to be good girls. The next time you’re tempted to climb out of bed or run from me, you’ll remember this. And you’ll think twice.”

A keening sort of cry is torn from my throat as he continues stretching me, burying his impossibly huge cock in a place no man has ever been before. “I’m sorry! I'm sorry! Please, Daddy, I’m s-sorry!”

“Shhh. I know, kitten. I know. But you need to learn your lesson. Just breathe and relax, and I promise it won’t hurt… too much.”

It seems to take forever for him to finally push all the way inside me. To settle, with every inch of that huge cock in my ass, his balls pressed up against me as he groans again.

“Goddamn, kitten. If I’d known you would feel this good, I’d have fucked your ass when you ran from me the first time. I think this might have to be your punishment every time you run from now on.”

Great. Now I’m going to have to find a way to retrain my fight-or-flight response.

His fingers dig into my hips, an extra bite of pain that draws yet another whimper from my lips as he slowly pulls his cock out of my bottom. I only have a second to enjoy the reprieve before he thrusts forward again. Fucking me. Fucking my ass with deep, hard strokes.

And with every one, my hips rock against the armchair, and more of those little jolts of pleasure mingle with the pain, meld with it, until I can no longer tell one from the other.

It hurts, the way his cock scrapes against the sensitive inner walls of my ass, and I vow to myself never to do anything to earn another punishment like this again.

But that familiar coil of need is growing tighter and tighter in my core with every punishing stroke.

Until the release hanging just out of my reach is almost as painful as his cock pounding into my asshole.

“Daddy… Daddy please .”

“Tell Daddy what you want, kitten. Use your words.”

A strangled cry pours from my throat as he thrusts harder, faster. “I-I wanna come! Please, Daddy!”

“My filthy Little girl,” he says with a crude laugh even as he slides one hand between my hips and the arm of the chair, his fingers unerringly finding my swollen clit. “Is this what you want, baby? You want Daddy to make you scream while he fills your pretty little ass with his cum?”

“Yes, god, yes! Please, Daddy, please!” I don’t care that it doesn’t make any sense. I don’t care that it’s sick and depraved and horrible. All I care about is him and this blinding need between my thighs.

“Then come for me, kitten. Let me hear you scream while I fuck this tight little asshole.”

Scream is exactly what I do. All I can do as white-hot pleasure floods my veins, scrambles my wits. I scream and I sob and I surrender. To it, to him, to everything.

I’m vaguely aware of his own roar of release as he slams into my ass one final time, filling me with his cum exactly as he promised. For a long while, we stay exactly like that, me slumped over the arm of the couch, dizzy and breathless while he fights for air.

Until, finally, he pulls his cock free, and with more tenderness than my brain can properly process, wraps my diaper around my bottom once more.

“Come on, kitten.” His voice is as gentle as his touch as he lifts my boneless form into his arms. “Let’s get you back to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow and you’ll need your rest.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let my head fall to his shoulder as my eyelids drift closed. “I’m sorry I snuck out of bed.”

“No more apologies, kitten. It’s all behind us now. But I will be putting a better lock on your crib,” he adds with a quiet laugh. “Clever little thing. Too clever for my own good.”

I yawn and snuggle closer to him as he climbs the stairs. “You almost sound proud of that fact.”

“Hell yeah, I’m proud. My Little girl is the smartest Little girl in the whole damn world.”

His words shouldn’t inspire this warm glow in my chest. I shouldn’t want his praise.

But as he carries me to bed, I can feel the smile curving my lips, and all I can think is how damn good it feels to make my Daddy proud.

Evander

As the sun filters through the windows of my bedroom, I stare down at my sleeping Little girl, her mouth partly open and her dark lashes splayed against her slightly flushed cheeks as she breathes deeply.

I should have put her back in her crib last night. That’s what Doctor D has told all of us. Little girls need to learn their place, and letting them sleep with Daddy will only spoil them.

But after such a harsh punishment, I didn’t have the heart to make her sleep alone. Even though she was already out like a light by the time we reached the top of the stairs, the thought of her waking without me, without her Daddy, turned my stomach sour.

Just one night , I’d told myself as I carried her down the hall to my bedroom and tucked her into bed with me.

I’d known it was a lie, even then. And now, looking down at her sleeping form tucked so close to me, I know for sure I won’t be putting her back in her crib tonight. Especially not tonight, considering everything she’ll have to endure today.

With a soft sigh, she stirs, her nose scrunching up slightly as she rolls onto her side and snuggles closer to me. My heart, the one I was rather certain I didn’t possess before my little kitten arrived on the island, twists at how sweet and innocent she looks in her sleep.

I’m starting to understand Gideon’s particular… quirks a bit more. I want nothing more than to slide my hand into her diaper, to see how close I can bring her to an orgasm before she wakes.

But Doctor D has his rules. One of them being no orgasms before a checkup, which means both of us will have to wait.

Unless my naughty little kitten decides to get mouthy again. I almost hope she does, just so I’ll have a reason to get my cock in her mouth before we leave.

A quick check of the time tells me we need to get up and get going if we’re going to make it to her appointment on time. With more reluctance than I expected to feel, I give her shoulder a gentle shake. “Rise and shine, kitten. We have a big day ahead of us.”

With a low sound that’s somewhere between a growl and whine, she burrows deeper, her face pressed right up against my bare chest. “Five more minutes.”

Her voice is soft, slurred with sleep, but with a bite of annoyance that I find oddly endearing. “No, kitten. It’s time to get up.”

“Don’t wanna.”

God, she’s adorable. Sliding my hand down to her bottom, I give her diaper a firm pat. “Be a good girl and do as Daddy says, Natalie.”

Huffing out an annoyed breath, she rolls away from me and buries her face in her pillow. “Go away .”

Naughty little kitten . Pulling the covers away, I swat each of her thighs hard enough to leave a clear imprint of my hand behind. Natalie’s shocked squeals echo around the room as she rolls onto her back and glares up at me. “What was that for?”

“That was your warning that you’re about five seconds from a red-hot bottom if you keep fighting me. We need to get up and start getting ready for our day.”

“Ugggh.” She throws an arm over her eyes, blocking out the light. And me, if I had to guess. “It’s too early. I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Too bad, kitten. We have an appointment and trust me when I say you do not want to be late.”

“Appointment?” The curiosity that I am sure will be the death of me creeps into her voice as she pulls her arm away and peers up at me through narrowed eyes. “What kind of appointment?”

“With Doctor D. Every Little girl gets a checkup with him when they first come to the island.”

“Oh, well, I just had my annual physical a few months ago so I’m good. Going back to bed now.”

Before she can roll over, I wedge my knee between her legs and take her wrists in my hands, pinning her beneath me.

And although I’m feeling more amused by her than angry, I force my expression into stern lines as I look down into her suddenly very wide, very awake eyes.

“Did you just lie to your Daddy, kitten?”

Twin flags of pink rise to her cheeks. “Umm… no?”

“Natalie.” I put a hint of steel into my voice. “Have you forgotten already that I know everything there is to know about you? Like the fact that you haven't set foot inside a doctor’s office in over two years, even when you had that nasty bout of the flu last November?”

“How do you know that?”

“I told you, kitten, I do my research.”

For a long moment, she holds my gaze, and I swear I can see the wheels in her mind working. Probably trying to figure out if it’s worth the potential punishment to lie to my face again.

Then she blows out another breath, the sound so adorably full of aggravation I have to swallow a laugh. “Okay, fine, you got me. I don’t like doctors.”

“Understandable. I’m not a fan, myself. And I’m sorry to say that Doctor D is unlikely to change your opinion of them. But he’s an excellent doctor, and he specializes in taking care of Little girls such as yourself. So whether you like it or not, you are going to visit him today.”

“But I’m not sick.” Her voice pitches up to a whine and her bottom lip pushes out, making her look and sound so much like a sulky Little girl my heart practically melts.

“Which is why you’re going to the doctor now. So he can make sure you stay a healthy Little girl.”

“But—”

“It’s not up for debate, Natalie. And you are already in enough trouble for lying to Daddy. So I do not want to hear another word of argument from you. Am I understood?”

Because I’m looking down at her, I have the pleasure of watching her pupils widen with pure, raw need. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with that same desire.

“Good girl. Now, use your diaper so Daddy can give you the spanking you’ve just earned for lying to me. Again .”