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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Natalie

For the first time in all my weeks on the island, I wake on my own without Daddy coaxing me out of sleep. Confused, I blink at the empty bed beside me, but when I roll onto my back I’m very quickly reminded of the events from last night.

My butt hurts . Like a whole lot. But it was worth it if it means my family doesn’t hate me anymore.

“Daddy?” Pushing up to a sitting position, I wince as my bottom presses into the bed.

“Right here, kitten.” He steps out of the bathroom, the sleeves of his thick wine-colored robe pushed up to his elbows. A smile spreads across his handsome, scarred face. “I was just about to come wake you. It’s almost noon.”

“ Noon ? I can’t believe you let me sleep so late!”

“You needed it.” Sitting on the bed beside me, he brushes the hair from my face, a move so tender and sweet it has a lump forming in my throat. “How are you feeling, little one?”

“My butt hurts.” The admission earns me a chuckle and a raised brow from him. “But okay, I guess. I’m glad everyone doesn’t hate me anymore.”

“Nobody ever hated you, little one. They were angry and disappointed, but that’s all behind us now.”

“I hope so.”

“You’ll see,” he says with a reassuring smile. “But first, you need a bath. Have you pottied yet?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Do you need Daddy to help you?”

It’s still too embarrassing to admit out loud, so I just nod, my cheeks heating with humiliation as he presses a hand to my bladder. Sooner than I’m used to, I wet my diaper, and Daddy picks me up to carry me over to the changing table.

When I’m all cleaned up, he takes me to the bathroom and, to my surprise, he strips down naked with me and holds me in his arms as he sinks down into the bright pink bubbles. A soft hiss escapes my lips when the steaming water hits my raw skin, and Daddy presses a kiss to my hair.

“Poor little kitten. I think Papa has some lotion we can put on your bottom to help with the soreness.”

Amusement bubbles in my chest and I twist around to grin up at him. “Are you going soft on me, Daddy?”

“Never.” Cupping my breasts in his hands, he gives each of the nipples a hard pinch, sending flashes of pain arcing through my body. “If it were my discipline you were still feeling this morning, you wouldn’t be allowed anything to ease the ache.”

But since it wasn’t just his, I guess I’m allowed some relief. That knowledge fills my heart with love for him, and the words tremble on my lips but I hold them back.

I know he cares for me, but does he love me? The way I love him?

The uncertainty has me swallowing the words, but they say actions speak louder anyway.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“Last night, when you caught me in your office, you told me not to run from you. But I did.”

“Mmm.” Brushing my hair to the side, he presses a soft kiss to my neck. “Yes, you did. And you were spanked very soundly for it.”

“Yeah.” My heart lodges in my throat and I have to swallow a few times before I’m able to actually force the words I want to say past my lips. “But, um, you said before that you’d, um, punish me inside my bottom too whenever I run.”

He pauses his trek down my throat and lifts his head. “My naughty little kitten.” His voice is a silky-smooth purr that sends a shiver racing up my spine. “Do you need Daddy to fuck your tight little bottom hole so you can feel forgiven, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Then you’re going to have to work for your punishment. Lift up, Natalie.”

Placing my hands on the edge of the oversized tub, I push up. Daddy grips my hips, pulling me backward so the tip of his thick cock is pressed against my bottom hole.

“Lower yourself down nice and slow, baby. It’s going to burn more than usual. But you’re going to take it, aren’t you, kitten? Because you were a very naughty Little girl.”

Those growled words send flashes of need racing through my veins as I slowly impale myself on his cock. “Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whimper as he stretches me open.

He’s right. It does burn more than usual, probably because the only lubricant we have are the bubbles that have mostly dissipated anyway.

But I want the pain. I crave the way he hurts me, almost as much as the pleasure he gives.

Even more, I crave the way I know I’ll feel afterward, loved and cherished and forgiven.

Maybe that does mean I’ve been brainwashed somehow, maybe it does mean there’s something really fucking broken inside me, but I don’t care.

All that matters now is showing my Daddy how much I love him, and how sorry I am for running from him last night.

Even though I know I’d do it again. Because I want this. I need this.

“That’s my good little kitten,” he growls in my ear, pushing gently on my hips when I pause halfway down his shaft, whimpering and panting as I try to catch my breath. “Don’t stop now, baby. You’re going to fuck your sweet little bottom with Daddy’s cock until you’re nice and full of Daddy’s cum.”

“It hurts,” I whine, even as I let myself slide further down his length. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

“Shhh, I know, baby. But you need this, don’t you? You need to know Daddy loves you enough to punish you when you’ve been a naughty, naughty little kitten.”

His words freeze me in place just as I settle on his lap, his cock fully inside my aching bottom. Letting my head fall back against his shoulder, I blink back the tears filling my eyes. “You love me?”

“Oh, baby. I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you standing on that boat. So excited to begin your next adventure, no matter how much danger it put you in. My fierce, curious little kitten.”

“I love you, too. So much it hurts.”

Chuckling, he lifts me up, his fingers digging into my hips as his cock scrapes along my sensitive inner walls. “I bet it does hurt, doesn’t it, baby?”

“That’s not what I meant, you sadist, but yes.”

At his urging, I lower myself again and though it takes me a minute to get the rhythm, soon I’m riding his cock, my bottom burning inside and out as I fuck myself with his thick length.

Releasing his hold on my hips, he cups my breasts again, adding to the pain flooding my body when he gives my nipples another hard pinch. “That’s it, baby. Keep riding Daddy’s cock with that tight little asshole. Do you want to come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock?”

“God, yes,” I gasp out, my movements growing frantic as he slides one hand down to my swollen clit. “Please, Daddy. Please make me come.”

“My good girl. My filthy little baby. Come for Daddy, kitten.”

As if I have a choice. It takes barely a touch for me to shatter, the water splashing around us as I fuck myself with his cock as the orgasm rips through me.

“ Fuck , baby. Just like that. My good fucking girl.”

And then his cock is swelling inside me, filling me with cum as I collapse against him, panting and gasping for air.

Behind me, his chest rises with a shuddering breath as he presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Are you going to run from me again, kitten?”

“Oh, yeah. First chance I get.”

His laughter rings out in the spacious bathroom. “Is it any wonder I’m so in love with you? My sassy girl.”

My heart trips in my chest. He loves me. Not just that, he’s in love with me. It’s all I can do not to leap from the tub and do a happy dance.

Trying to keep my cool, I press myself closer to him, my eyes drifting closed as he holds me tight. “Mmm. I’m glad you enjoy my sass, otherwise I’d never sit comfortably again.”

“We’re a perfect fit. In more ways than one.”

As we float there in the water, our systems settling from our mutual pleasure, a memory from the night before creeps in. And though I’m loath to ruin this perfect moment, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering about that picture in the drawer.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, kitten?”

“I want to ask you about something, and I need you to promise me you’ll tell me the truth no matter how much it hurts.”

One strong, tattooed hand wraps around my throat, pulling me back against him. “I have never once lied to you, Natalie Quinn, and I don’t plan to start now. What do you need to ask me?”

I swallow hard, my muscles moving against his palm in a way that reminds me how truly vulnerable I am with him. “The photo in your desk… who is she?”

“Ah. I was wondering how long it would take you to ask about that,” he says with a quiet chuckle.

“You’re not mad I went snooping?”

“Kitten, if I really wanted to hide something from you, I wouldn’t put it somewhere you could find it in thirty seconds flat. No, I’m not mad at you for being your curious little self.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

“But if I tell you the truth about that photo, you have to promise me it stays between us. The truth would put a lot of people in danger if it ever got out.”

My heart slams against my chest, the weight of his trust in me settling heavy in my gut. “I promise, Daddy. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Thank you, kitten.” Settling back against the tub, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “You know the story about how I got my scar.”

“Only vaguely. A territory dispute or something.”

“Mmm. Or something. There was a dispute, but it was more over what they were using the territory for than them encroaching on ours.”

“What were they using it for?”

“Trafficking. Children, specifically. When I found out, I… went a little crazy. Basically declared war on them. Burned their entire fucking operation to the ground and then handed the pieces over to the FBI. The one and only time I’ve cooperated with law enforcement.”

“Seriously?” Twisting in his arms, I gape up at him. “Why the hell would you keep that a secret?”

“Because, the fewer people who know I was involved, the better. The last thing I need is them coming for my people, or trying to track down the women I relocated.”

“You said you gave the feds information. Didn’t they do anything?”