Chapter Seventeen

Evander

To my delight, Natalie doesn’t even balk at the idea of sitting in a highchair for dinner. Or to being fed like a baby as we share our first of hopefully many dinners with our new family.

Even Juliet and the other Littles seem much more at ease, acting like their usual happy selves, regaling Natalie with tales of life on the island. She returns the favor by telling them all about her favorite and not-so-favorite celebrities she’s met.

It isn’t until the second-to-last course is cleared away that the other Littles grow quiet, shooting glances at each other as I rise to my feet.

“As you all know, we have a tradition here on the island. A way for us to come together as a family, unifying ourselves together as a single unit.”

Bright-eyed, Natalie bounces excitedly in her seat. “Ohhh more traditions! Is it another tiara?”

God she’s adorable. Chuckling at her exuberance, I unbuckle her from the highchair and lift her out to stand at the end of the table, facing our family. “Not quite, kitten. This is something a bit more… intimate.”

“Oh. What is it?”

“Patience, little one.” Pushing her forward to bend over the edge of the gleaming wood, I flip her skirt up and reach for her diaper.

“What’s happening?” Panic creeps into her voice as she cranes her neck to try and look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Claiming you, for our family to see.”

“He means he’s going to fuck you in front of us,” Juliet says in a loud whisper.

Looking up, I frown at my niece. “That’s enough, Juliet.”

But the damage is done. Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, my naughty little kitten does what she does best when she’s frightened.

She runs.

Natalie

With Juliet’s words still echoing in my ears, I take off, racing for the door, any door. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice is telling me that there’s no point. He’ll catch me, and when he does, he’ll punish me. In front of everyone.

But I don’t care. I can’t just let him do that to me while they all watch. Not without at least trying to protect myself.

So I run, as fast as I can, through this maze he calls a house, my heart pounding as adrenaline-fueled fear pumps through my veins.

A sob of relief wells in my chest when I spot the front door.

I’m gonna make it. I’m gonna make it.

No sooner does the thought cross my mind than a strong, familiar arm wraps around my waist, pulling me up against a hard chest. “Naughty little kitten.”

“Let me go!” Kicking, flailing, fighting for all I’m worth I struggle against his hold. “Put me the fuck down, Evander!”

“Excuse me, little girl?”

The ice in his tone freezes me in place. “Uh-oh,” I whisper past the sudden dryness in my throat.

“Uh-oh is right, Natalie Quinn. I was willing to overlook you running from me because I know this is probably a bit scary. But you know better than to cuss at Daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!”

“It’s far too late for apologies, kitten.”

Lucas greets us at the entrance to the dining room, an exasperated sort of affection in his eyes. “You really should learn to control your impulses, little one. At this rate you’ll never sit comfortably again.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to think so, too.”

“Lucas, would you mind going to the kitchen and getting the ginger Mikhail peeled for me the other day? I had a feeling I was going to need it.”

Ginger? What does he need ginger for?

My Papa hesitates a moment before nodding.

And it’s that split second of hesitation that tells me I may be in even more trouble than I realized as Daddy carries me back to the table.

Juliet is no longer in her highchair, but rather curled up in her Daddy’s lap, her eyes red and watery as she sniffles pitifully.

Did she get in trouble for warning me? Our eyes meet across the table and she gives me a sympathetic smile and mouths, “Sorry”.

“Apologies for the interruption,” Daddy says, returning me to my former position, bent over the edge of the table with my toes just barely touching the ground.

But this time his hand is firm on my back without any room to wiggle away as he once again flips my skirt up to reveal my diaper.

“And I’m afraid we are going to have to wait a while longer.

My naughty little kitten has obviously not learned her lesson on speaking respectfully to people, so Lucas is getting me something from the kitchen that should help that lesson sink in. ”

I am so fucked.

I am also, as has been pointed out to me more times than I can count over the course of my lifetime, stubborn as hell. And I refuse to give him the satisfaction of begging for mercy with my new “family” watching. Let him do his worst.

Movement catches my attention and I glance over to see Lucas approaching with a small plastic bag. Inside the bag is a large chunk of what I assume is the ginger Daddy asked for.

“Thank you, Lucas. I’m going to need you to hold her in place while I insert the ginger.”

“Of course.” Those large, rough hands press down on my shoulders, pinning me in place so that I can’t even look around to see what Daddy is up to.

“Insert it? Insert it where ?” As if this whole situation isn’t humiliating enough, my voice rises to a squeak that sounds more terrified than commanding.

My answer comes a second later as something cold and wet presses against my bottom hole. “Oh, Daddy, no! Not there!”

So much for not begging. Dammit.

“Yes, kitten. Punishing your mouth didn’t seem to have a lasting effect, but perhaps having a sore bottom inside and out will.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

The cold wet thing pushes even deeper inside me, stretching me wide with a burning pinch not unlike when Daddy had his cock inside me.

Only there’s something even more humiliating about it, whether it’s because so many people are watching this time or because it’s not Daddy’s cock but rather a giant vegetable being shoved in my ass, I’m not sure. Probably some combination of the two.

What I do know is that it hurts like hell and I am wishing with everything I have that I hadn’t run. Or at least if I had, that I hadn’t cussed at him when he’d caught me. Especially since I’d known all along he would catch me, so it’s not like it should have come as a surprise.

“You were a very naughty little kitten,” Daddy lectures in that too-sweet voice he sometimes uses as he works the ginger into my bottom.

“Running from Daddy. Using naughty words. Calling me Evander .” There’s a note of disgust in his voice that makes it seem as though somehow using his actual name is the worst of my sins.

“You have earned every second of this punishment, little girl.”

The deeper the ginger goes, the worse the burning gets. Until, after a few minutes, it feels as though my bottom hole has been completely set on fire from the inside. “Daddy! Daddy it burns! Something’s wrong, take it out!”

“Yes, kitten. That’s the ginger. Like I said, your bottom is going to be sore inside and out. This is for the inside.”

A sharp swat lands on my exposed ass, and I cry out in shock as the pain radiates across my skin. Instinctively, I clench my muscles in response, as if that will somehow protect me from my Daddy’s hard hand.

It’s then that I realize something horrible. Clenching my bottom causes my poor hole to squeeze the ginger. Which makes the burning so much worse.

Tears well in my eyes, slipping down my cheeks as I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never be naughty again, Daddy!”

I’ve stopped caring that Uncle Jasper and Juliet are watching, probably enjoying every moment of my distress. Or that I’m making a scene in front of everyone. All I care about is ending this torment, and I’m prepared to humiliate myself any way I need to in order to stop my punishment.

But nothing works. Daddy’s hand continues peppering my bottom with hard, painful swats and no matter how hard I try not to, my muscles flex with each one. So that by the time he ends my spanking with two hard swats to the tops of my thighs, I’m a sobbing, snotty, incoherent mess.

“Poor naughty little baby,” Daddy coos as the tip of his cock presses against my bare pussy.

My bare, slick, dripping wet pussy.

What the hell is wrong with me? Am I really enjoying being hurt and humiliated this way? Or is this just some weird biological response I can’t begin to understand?

Whatever it is, at least it eases the way for his thick cock as he pushes inside me, stretching me open around him as I sniffle and whimper pitifully. Until he finally settles inside me with a low moan.

“Fuck, kitten. You feel even better than I remembered.”

Pride wells in my chest as he flexes his hips, fucking me with short, shallow strokes. I know I don’t really have any control over how my vagina feels to someone, but some part of me is simply pleased to have made him happy.

As my crying ebbs, the noises around me start to creep in on my consciousness. And I realize Lucas is no longer holding me down. So I lift my head, looking around the table.

At my “family”.

Every one of them is engaged in some act of pleasure as my Daddy fucks me. All of my Uncles are balls deep in their Little girls, while Auntie Cat sits with her legs splayed, her eyes locked on my face as her glistening fingers stroke her swollen clit.

A large, tattooed hand comes to rest on the table beside mine, his thumb linking with my pinkie as he fucks me harder, faster. “You see that, kitten? It's all for you. They’re all going to come to the sound of you screaming for Daddy. This is how we become a family.”

Maybe I’m more messed up than I ever knew because that almost sounds sweet. After all, every family needs their traditions, right?

And despite the burning of the ginger in my ass, despite the humiliation of having been bent over and spanked like a naughty Little girl in front of everyone, every stroke of my Daddy’s cock inside me stokes another fire.

One that has me pressing back against him, desperate for him to hit just the right place inside me to make me shatter.

“That’s my good little kitten,” he murmurs in my ear as his other hand slides between my hips and the table, unerringly finding that swollen little nub as he fills me again.

“Taking all of Daddy’s cock for the first time while our family watches.

Now you’re gonna come for me, baby. You’re going to let them all see how fucking beautiful you are when you come all over your Daddy’s cock. ”

Neither of the men I’d been with before this ever spoke to me this way. They were sweet, gentle lovers, and if you’d asked me before I came to the island, I would have told you they were exactly what I was looking for in a man.

Now I know better.

Because now I know that my body doesn’t respond to sweet.

It responds to this . To harsh punishments and filthy words whispered in my ears while my Daddy splits me open with his thick cock in front of people I barely know.

It responds so fucking well that when I do shatter, my screams echo off the walls of the dining hall and by the time Daddy slams into me one final time, filling me with his cum, I’m just barely aware of what’s happening around me.

Too weak to fight, too empty to truly understand the implications when Uncle Gideon lifts a finger to my mouth and tells me in a low, almost sweet tone, to “Open”.

My lips part of their own accord, and the taste of something salty and almost spicy fills my mouth. It takes me a moment to recognize part of the taste and my heart slams against my rib cage at the implication.

More alert now, I watch as Uncle Max swipes his finger between Victoria’s pussy lips, gathering the evidence of their lovemaking on the soaked digit and holding it up to my mouth just like Uncle Gideon did.

And even knowing now what I’m accepting, I open my mouth, and let him in.

Next is Auntie Cat, her skin coated with her own musk. “Sweet, sweet girl,” she murmurs as I suck her fingers clean.

And then it’s only Uncle Jasper and Juliet. I meet Uncle Jasper’s surprisingly tender gaze as he lifts his finger to my mouth. “Welcome to the family, Little Natalie.”

With my eyes locked on his, I take his finger between my lips, sucking hard and swallowing him down. And my heart swells in my chest as his smile spreads to a grin.

Because it no longer matters how I came to the island or what my intentions were when I first got here. Now, I’m one of them.

I’m part of the family.