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Chapter Eleven
Natalie
There is a bit of a pinch as they push the nozzle into me, but as Evander so helpfully pointed out, it’s not nearly as large as his cock so it’s fairly easy for me to take.
My bottom hole still burns a bit from my punishment last night, but not enough for me to risk more of Evander’s strict discipline by protesting.
“You’re going to feel some cramping,” Lucas explains, and if I’m not mistaken, he almost sounds apologetic for the pain he’s about to inflict on me. “And you’ll need to hold this mixture in your tummy for at least ten minutes. But your Daddy and I will be right here with you.”
The fact that he feels the need to say that after everything Evander has already done to me fills my stomach with dread. But I manage to nod, because what’s the point in trying to fight them now? “Okay, Papa. I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” Evander murmurs, brushing the hair from my face. “It will be over soon, kitten. And then you can play in the bath Papa is running for you.”
There’s a soft click and a moment later liquid rushes into my bowels. It’s not so bad at first, it mostly just makes me feel uncomfortably full.
But then the cramps start. Stabbing pains in my lower stomach that make me cry out as I arch up against the strap holding me down onto the table. “Oh! Daddy, it hurts! Make it stop!”
“I know, kitten. It’s going to hurt for a few more minutes. What kind of toys do you want in your bath?”
My eyes fly open at the question, locking on his face. Despite his calm words, there’s a hint of worry in those almost-black eyes that oddly helps to calm my own racing heart. “Wh-what?”
A small smile curves his lips as he continues petting my hair. “Bath toys, kitten. What kind would you like? Victoria is partial to mermaids and pirates, because she enjoys luring the pirates to a watery grave.”
“I like her already,” I manage to say with a shaky laugh as the cramping in my stomach worsens.
“You would.” His tone is dry, and I can’t help but giggle, even though I’m in more pain than I can remember feeling in a very long time, if ever. “Let’s see… we have some ducks. Different sea animals.”
Is he—Is he trying to distract me? It’s sweet, in its way, even though he is the reason I’m strapped to this table fighting for my life.
But I’d much rather focus on the distraction, so I consider my options. “Sharks?”
“Ah… I’m not sure. Lucas?”
“There are a couple sharks, at least,” Lucas says with a quiet chuckle. “Why am I not surprised you managed to land yourself a bloodthirsty Little girl?”
“C-cows kill more people every year than sharks. People think sharks are evil, but they’re just doing what they have to do in order to survive. I love them.”
Something flickers in Evander’s dark eyes, but it’s gone far too quickly for me to pinpoint it. “Then you will have as many sharks as you want, little one.”
“Can I have a pet shark?” It’s a ridiculous request, but the blank look on Evander’s face helps to distract me from the cramping in my stomach.
“I may have to draw the line at you keeping a pet that could potentially eat you.”
“Aw, what’s the fun in that?”
As I’d hoped, my response elicits a laugh from both men and Evander shakes his head. “You are going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you, kitten?”
“Seems like a fair trade, all things considered.”
“I suppose I can’t argue with that.”
Something beeps and Evander looks over at his… companion? Friend? Loyal servant? “Are we finished?”
“All done.”
“Come on, kitten. You just need to hold it in for a tiny bit longer.”
Unstrapping the thick leather from across my stomach, Evander carries me into the bathroom and stands me in front of the toilet. Sweat has broken out across my brow and it’s taking every ounce of strength I have to keep all this liquid inside me.
“I’m going to take the nozzle out and then you can sit on the potty, little one. Ready?”
“R-ready.”
I clench my cheeks together as he pulls the nozzle from me before nudging me down onto the toilet. A fresh wave of humiliation heats my cheeks as I empty my bowels into the porcelain with both men hovering over me.
“Oh my god.” Unable to bear this much shame, I cover my face with my hands. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Language, Natalie.”
Spreading my fingers apart, I peek up at Evander. “I think I should be— oof .” A particularly painful cramp hits and I double over on the toilet with a groan. “I should be allowed to cuss when you drop a nuke into my intestines!”
“Little girls do not use such naughty words.” There’s a pause before he sighs heavily. “But since there are extenuating circumstances, I won’t punish you this time. If it happens again, however…”
“Yeah, I know. Soapy cock in my mouth. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.”
“Doctor D is not going to appreciate her sass,” Lucas mutters.
“I know.” Again, an odd note of pride fills Evander’s voice. “I can’t wait to watch him lose his mind over my little kitten.”
“As long as you’re prepared to watch her suffer the consequences.”
“Doctor D works for us, not the other way around. If I don’t want her punished, then he has no say.”
What does it say about me that a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling fills my chest at the fierce possessiveness in Evander’s words?
Probably that I’m more fucked-up than I ever realized, but whatever.
I’m stuck here, at least until I get everything I need for my story, so why shouldn’t I enjoy being protected and cared for by the man who calls himself my Daddy?
Eventually, my stomach is completely emptied out, leaving me sweaty and shaky in the wake of my enema.
And far too exhausted to care when Evander helps me up from the toilet to wipe my ass for me before carrying me over to the blissfully hot bath with pretty purple bubbles Lucas has prepared for me.
A pile of sea animals soon populates the bubbles and as I pick up a shark with a rather toothy grin and have it chase the other animals around the water much to the amusement of the two men watching me, I can’t help but think life on the island really isn’t too bad.
Well, if it weren’t for the enemas, anyway.
Evander
By the time Natalie is finished with her bath, it’s as if the enema never even happened. She’s back to her usually bright, curious self as I carry her into the closet to pick out her clothes for the day.
“Which color do you want today, kitten?” I ask, gesturing to the row of tulle and silk hanging just at eye level.
But Natalie just wrinkles her nose in response. “None of them.”
“You'd rather spend the day in just your diaper?”
A pretty blush creeps into her cheeks at my dry suggestion. “No, but I don’t wanna wear a dress, either. And you said I only had to wear them on special occasions.”
“Perhaps I consider your first trip to Doctor D a special occasion.” But she does have a point, so I ignore the roll of her eyes and carry her over to a tall dresser. Opening the third drawer down, I scan our options. “Hmm. How about a compromise?”
“Do you even know what that word means?”
There’s a teasing note in her voice that I can’t help but chuckle at. “Little brat. Of course I know what it means. Which is why it’s such a big deal that I’m offering you one now.”
A bit of pink creeps into her cheeks. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed. Of course, if you’d rather I just choose for you…”
“No, no I wanna choose!”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll give you three options. Either one of your special occasion dresses…” I pull out a onesie emblazoned with the words “Naughty Girl” in bright pink as well as a cute denim overall dress. “Or one of these.”
Picking up the onesie, she giggles as she reads the words. “This would look cute with a skirt.”
“No, kitten. If you choose the onesie, that is all you’ll be wearing.”
That little bit of pink in her cheeks turns to a flood. “Oh. Well, I don’t like that. So the overalls, I guess.”
A dark thrill races through me. “Pity. You’d look adorable waddling around downtown in nothing but a onesie.”
“First, I do not waddle . Second, no thank you.”
How much of an aversion she has to the onesie is good information to have. When the time comes that my little kitten needs to be put very firmly back in her place, a little public humiliation will come in handy. “The dress it is.”
After a bit more discussion, we settle on a black shirt covered with small silver stars for her to wear under the dress. It isn’t until she’s fully dressed that Natalie realizes exactly why I was so willing to compromise.
Twisting in front of the full-length mirror in her room, she frowns. “Oh, heck no! Everyone can see I’m wearing a diaper!”
“And you look adorable. We need to get going, kitten. We don’t want to be late.”
“I changed my mind. I’ll wear one of the poofy dresses!”
Doing my best to look solemn and not as though I’m enjoying every second of her discomfort, I pick her up and settle her on my hip. “Too late. This is the outfit you chose, so this is what you’ll be wearing.”
“But Daddy .”
Goddamn if that whiny voice doesn’t make my cock ache like a bad tooth. “Yes, kitten?”
“I don’t want everyone to see my diaper!”
“Something to keep in mind for the future, I suppose.”
Lucas is waiting for us in the foyer, and he opens the front door as we approach, a small smile playing on his lips as he listens to Natalie whine.
“But I’ll let you in on a secret.”
The prospect of a secret has her eyes lighting with a curious, hungry gleam. “What kind of secret?”
Nicholas waits for us beside the open back door of my town car.
With a short nod of acknowledgement for him, I duck inside, still holding my curious little kitten.
Settling her on my lap, I let my lips curve as she studies me, waiting for this juicy secret.
When I speak, I drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper that has her leaning in so she doesn’t miss a single word.
“No matter what you wear… everyone on this island knows you’re wearing a diaper.”
Annoyance, horror, and a dozen other emotions flit across her face before her eyes narrow dangerously. “That’s a stupid secret.”
“Maybe, but I thought you might like to know all the same. You could be wearing a gown fit for the red carpet and every single person on this island would still know that underneath you are just a Little girl, wearing a diaper, waiting for Daddy to change her when she has to potty.”
“Ugh, that’s so embarrassing .”
“I know. That’s half the fun.”
That curious glint returns to her eyes as she tilts her head to the side, watching me. “You get off on humiliating me.”
It isn’t asked as a question, but I feel compelled to answer just the same. “Yes. And hurting you. And many other things that make me a very, very bad man. Which you should keep in mind if you’re ever tempted to push me too far.”
“Hmm.”
There’s something in that single sound that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “What is it, kitten?”
“Nothing. Just thinking.”
“About?”
“You.” The corner of her mouth tips up in a smug sort of smile. “I’m not convinced you’re really as bad as you want me to believe.”
For the first time in a very long time, I almost want it to be true. “Trust me, kitten, I’m far worse than you could ever imagine.”
“We’ll see.”
She will, I’m sure. There is no doubt in my mind that at some point she will feel compelled to push the limits of my patience to their breaking point.
And she will learn the hard way that I am exactly who I say I am.