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Chapter Fourteen

Natalie

No amount of reading, even the filthiest of romance novels I could get my hands on from the tender age of thirteen, could have prepared me for what happened in Doctor D’s office.

It’s as though every ounce of energy and defiance was drained from my body with that rather spectacular orgasm, and I’m too tired to even walk as we leave the office.

“My sweet little kitten,” Daddy murmurs, patting my back exactly as one might a fussy baby as he carries me to the cafe where we’re supposed to meet Auntie Cat. “I promise as soon as we finish with our next appointment you can have a nap.”

The word “appointment” will forever have alarm bells ringing in my head for as long as I live, but I’m too exhausted to protest. Maybe after I have something to eat I’ll have the energy, but for now all I can do is whimper as I cling to this man who is somehow both my damnation and my salvation in one.

A soft gasp greets us as Daddy pushes open the door to the cafe. “Oh, Evander. What’s wrong? Is she sick?”

“No, nothing like that. Just naughty,” Daddy assures Auntie Cat with a quiet laugh.

“What did you do to my poor little niece? Come here, sweetheart.”

Just like that, I’m plucked from Daddy’s arms as Auntie Cat holds me close, swaying gently as I wrap myself around her with a deliberately pitiful whimper.

Risking a glance over her shoulder, I meet Daddy’s amused gaze and he raises an eyebrow as if to silently tell me he isn’t buying what I’m selling.

Maybe he’s not, but Auntie Cat certainly is.

“Your ‘poor little niece’ learned a very hard lesson today about the kind of language Little girls are allowed to use. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

Instead of responding, I sniffle loudly and bury my face in Auntie Cat’s neck.

“Poor thing. It’s hard adjusting to life in a new place with lots of new rules, isn’t it, sweet girl?”

Another quiet, pitiful sniffle. “Uh-huh.”

“Well, hopefully you’ve learned your lesson and your Daddy won’t have to punish you for using any of those yucky big girl words again.”

There’s an undercurrent to her tone that tells me I may have miscalculated a bit. While she’s plenty sympathetic, it’s clear she is also on Daddy’s side in this fight. “Yes, Auntie Cat.”

“That’s our good girl. Now, let’s get something in that tummy of yours before we head to your next appointment.”

“No more appointments,” I whine, wrapping my arms even more tightly around her neck. “I wanna go home.”

“Poor Little girl. Evander, why don’t you go order her some food while I give her a bottle. I’m sure she’ll feel much better after some milk.”

I don’t want a bottle, but I also don’t want to risk upsetting the person coddling me, so I don’t argue as Auntie Cat carries me over to a table surrounded by large, comfortable chairs.

All of the tables have the same chairs, I realize, clearly built for a Daddy or an Auntie to hold a Little one on their lap as they eat.

There are also plenty of adult-sized highchairs scattered around the room, and the whole setup is enough to have me sitting up, my gaze traveling the cafe. Honestly, it’s kind of impressive, all the little details they’ve managed to include all the different places on this island of depravity.

Even being trapped here against my will, I can appreciate the work they’ve put into building this place.

Auntie Cat shifts me so I’m cradled in her arms rather than wrapped around her, and she places a rather cavernous purse on the table. From which she pulls a fresh bottle of milk as she beams down at me.

“Here you go, sweet girl.” She presses the nipple against my lips and I reluctantly open my mouth. “A fresh bottle of Auntie Cat’s milk, pumped just for you this morning.”

The words click in my mind at the exact same time the sweet taste of her milk coats my tongue, washing away the remnants of Doctor D’s naughty girl potion. This isn’t just any milk that they happened to put in a bottle for me.

It’s breast milk. From an actual human person.

But not just any person. From one of the richest women in the world, who is currently holding me Iike an actual baby as I drink her milk from a freaking bottle.

I was wrong before. There’s no way I’m going to win a Pulitzer for this story because not a damn person in the world will believe this is true. Hell, I’m questioning my own reality and I’m the one living it.

I’m going to need even more proof than I originally thought to back up this story.

The question is… what kind of proof would people actually accept? And how the hell am I supposed to get it when I can’t even sneak out of bed at night without Daddy knowing?

Evander

By the time we finish lunch, Natalie is seeming much more like herself, though she still refuses to leave Cat’s lap. Apparently I’m being punished for my part in her humiliation back at Doctor D’s office, which I find more amusing than I would ever admit, at least to her.

Even when we leave the cafe, she insists on clinging to her Auntie Cat’s hand instead of mine. Cat, of course, is delighted by this, so I let them have their moment as we make our way over to the Cozy Cradle.

Anya greets us as we walk in, her nearly white hair pulled back from her face in a complicated-looking twist. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hawthorne. Is this little Natalie?”

“It is. Say hello to Anya, kitten.”

Tilting her head to the side, Natalie studies the woman behind the desk. “So what form of torture do you have up your sleeve?”

Anya blinks once, then twice. “I’m sorry?”

“Natalie.” Cat’s voice has taken on a hard edge I recognize too well. “Don’t be rude.”

“I’m not! But so far everyone I’ve met today has had some hand in either embarrassing the fu—the crap outta me or has physically hurt me. It’s a valid question, Auntie Cat.”

Now it’s Cat’s turn to blink down at my Little girl and I just barely manage to swallow a laugh. “Well… be that as it may, you don’t need to be so hostile. Anya is here to help you.”

“I have a feeling we have very different ideas of what ‘help’ looks like,” Natalie mutters.

Reaching down, Cat gives her diaper-covered bottom a hard swat that has Natalie yelping and reaching back to rub at the spot though I doubt it actually hurt that much.

“You will be polite to the staff here or I will put you over my knee and introduce you to the hairbrush I keep in my purse to keep my naughty little nieces in line. Am I understood?”

Natalie glances over her shoulder at me, clearly seeking my help. “You were the one who wanted Auntie Cat and not Daddy, kitten. And she’s right, you’re being rude for no reason. Apologize to Anya.”

Sighing heavily, she turns back around. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s all right, little one. I know this can all be a bit scary at first. Why don’t you come back with me and we’ll get you all set up for Luna?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I have to admit, I’m rather impressed by the impression Cat’s threat had on my Little girl. Or maybe it’s a combination of that and the punishments she’s already received. Whatever the case, she’s a good bit more subdued as Anya leads us to a room in the back.

It’s set up something Iike the exam room in Doctor D’s office, though with a good bit more warmth. The walls are a pretty yellow color and there's a small waterfall on a table in the corner. It smells like… something I can’t quite place, but it’s surprisingly calming.

“Luna will be with you in about fifteen minutes. I recommend having your Little one use the bathroom first.”

With that, Anya ducks out of the room again and Cat helps Natalie up onto the table.

“I assume she’s using her diaper?”

“She is.”

Beaming, Cat looks down at my Little girl. “All right, sweet girl. Time to potty. Do you need some help?”

Natalie scrunches up her nose. “Can’t I go to the bathroom like a normal person? Just this once?”

“Little girls use their diapers,” I remind her, joining Cat at the table. “Would you rather go now or risk wetting yourself while Luna waxes you?”

“I mean if those are my choices… Wait.” Her eyes narrow. “Wax? Like down there ?”

“Yes, kitten. Little girls don’t have hair on their pussies, so you’ll need to have yours removed and this is the most efficient way.”

It’s also the most embarrassing and the most painful, but I figure that part doesn't really need to be said out loud.

“Yeah, no, I’m gonna pass on that, thanks.”

Across the table from me, Cat raises a brow, a silent question. Are you going to let her get away with that?

Absolutely the fuck not.

Wrapping one hand around Natalie’s throat, the ink on my hands a stark contrast to her pale skin, I push her down on the table, looking down into her wide, terrified eyes.

“You seem to be under the impression you have a choice in the matter, kitten. So let me make this as clear as I possibly can, again: Your only choices on this island are to either obey Daddy or not. And you should know by now that the second choice comes with some very painful consequences.”

Beneath my palm, the muscles of her neck move rapidly as she swallows. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Much better. Now, let me ask you again. Are you going to be a good girl and use your diaper before Luna comes in to wax that pretty little pussy?”

“I’ll tr-try.”

“Good girl. Daddy can help you.”

As she squeezes her eyes shut, I press on her bladder, rubbing in gentle circles until I’m rewarded with the sound of her filling her diaper mingled with her quiet sob as she covers her face with her hands.

“Such a good little kitten, making a mess in her diaper for Daddy,” I praise softly. “Let's get that wet diaper off you so Luna can do her job properly.”

Releasing my hold on her throat, I bend down and press a kiss to her forehead before stripping the soaked diaper from her. Luckily, Cat came more than prepared and she takes over, wiping my Little one clean.

Just as we’re finishing, Luna steps into the room, looking as pale and ethereal as the fae, a dreamy smile on her lips. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hawthorne, Ms. Montgomery. I see our sweet Little Natalie is all ready for her wax.”

“Daddy, please don’t make me do this! Please!”

My poor little kitten. Returning to my place by her side, I run a hand over her hair. “Shh, little one. It will be okay. Daddy’s right here.”

Sniffling, she wipes at the tears streaming from her eyes. “I wanna go home.”

“We can go home soon, baby. Do you want to hold Daddy’s hand while Luna waxes you?”

“No. I don’t wanna be waxed at all.”

The sulky tone of her voice nearly makes me smile. Of all the things I’ve done to her, the fact that this is the thing threatening to break her amuses me to no end. And it proves what I’ve known all along, that beneath all the sarcasm and sass, Natalie Bauer really is just a scared Little girl.

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, drinking in her soft whimper as Luna places a strip of wax on her exposed pussy. And when she screams as the first line of hair is stripped away, I swallow that as well, feeding off her pain and fear as she sobs against my lips.

“Shh, kitten,” I murmur, brushing another soft kiss over her cheek, kissing away the tears that have slipped free. “It will be over soon, I promise.”

“H-hurts, Daddy,” she chokes out, a second before Luna rips another scream free.

“Poor little kitten. As soon as we get home, we’ll see if Papa has any ice cream for you.

How does that sound?” While there is a part of me that enjoys her pain, enjoys knowing that she is submitting to this because I commanded it, there is another part of me that wants only to soothe and comfort her.

“Only if I can put it on my pussy,” she mumbles.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Luna’s cheerful voice pipes up from between Natalie’s thighs. “But I do have a cooling pack to put in your diaper when we’re all finished here.”

“There, little one. Ice for your pussy and ice cream for your tummy. How does that sound?”

“Okay.”

The fact that she doesn't have some sarcastic retort ready to go makes my stomach twist a bit. Poor little kitten.

Finally, Luna declares she’s done and as promised, she provides a cool gel pack for Natalie’s diaper. With my Little one once again fully dressed, I pick her up, letting her wrap herself around me as we head for the front door.

“Goodbye, sweet little Natalie,” Cat whispers, pressing a kiss to Natalie’s tear-stained cheek. “I’m sure your Daddy will take good care of you. And I will see you tomorrow night.”

“Bye-bye, Auntie Cat.”

My little kitten sounds so young and sweet my heart skips a beat as Cat pins me with a knowing gaze.

“Careful, Evander,” she says, her voice low so only I can hear her. “You’re in danger of getting wrapped around that adorable little finger.”

“I know what I’m doing, Cat.”

“Hmmm. We’ll see. Until tomorrow, then.”

Waving over her shoulder, she strides across the street, leaving me alone with my Little girl in my arms, knowing that she’s dead wrong. There is no danger of my becoming wrapped around Natalie’s little finger.

Because I’m already there.