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Chapter Five
Natalie
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
This has suddenly gone from a curious, if somewhat worrisome situation to a terrifying one. Evander hands the belt off to Lucas, who tugs so that it tightens around my neck. Not enough to cut off my air supply, but enough for me to remain still. Compliant.
Panic grips me, seizing my lungs and sending my heart racing as I watch Evander move, those tattoo-covered hands flicking open his pants and pulling free the largest cock I have ever seen in my life. Granted, I’ve only seen two, but still .
“You have a very nasty habit of using words that are not appropriate for a Little girl,” he lectures as he palms the soap, rubbing it between his hands.
I only have a moment to wonder what he’s doing before he runs his soapy hand over that thick length in front of me.
Despite knowing I’m in big trouble, there’s something undeniably erotic about his ink-covered fingers stroking his huge cock.
“But don’t worry, kitten. Daddy is going to wash all those dirty words right out of your mouth. ”
Oh fuck no. Clamping my lips together, I shake my head. Absolutely not. Spankings, bottles, getting dressed up like a child is all fine. Well, not fine, it’s weird as fuck, but I can handle it.
But this?
Hell no.
One dark eyebrow raises as Evander strokes his cock, covering it with a layer of suds. “Lucas, it seems as though our little one needs a bit of encouragement. She’s being very uncooperative.”
To my right, Lucas sighs, a moment before the belt tightens around my neck. Now it does cut off my air, the thin leather digging into my skin. “I told you not to fight it, little one. Your Daddy doesn't tolerate defiance. Open your mouth and I promise it will all be over soon.”
No, no, no. I refuse as long as I’m able, until the edges of my vision go black and my lungs burn from the lack of fresh air. Desperate, I force my lips open and immediately the belt loosens, allowing me to breathe again.
As soon as I drag in a clean breath, I snap my lips shut. And again, the belt tightens, depriving me of oxygen as I struggle to hold out for as long as I can.
Maybe if I keep this up, obeying just long enough to get my breath, they’ll eventually give up. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I recognize the thought for the delusion it is, but right now delusion is all I have.
So I open my mouth, prepared to snap it shut again the second they allow me to breathe.
But apparently my captors have caught onto my game.
Because Lucas doesn't loosen the belt, not right away.
He keeps me there, my vision wavering, my lungs burning, until Evander steps forward and shoves his soaped-up cock between my lips.
The acrid taste of soap fills my mouth as the constriction around my neck finally eases. Instinctively, I breathe in deeply through my nose—and immediately gag as my throat begins to burn.
Gripping my ponytail, Evander holds my head in place as he slowly moves his hips forward, his cock running over my tongue, coating it with a taste that is both soap and him, a taste that makes me gag all over again, drool slipping down my cheeks as he fucks my face.
“You have been a very naughty kitten,” he says, almost conversationally, as if he isn’t choking the very life from me with his monster cock.
“Swearing at Lucas, at me. Being rude. Calling your Daddy a jackass. The next time you’re tempted to use such filthy, grown-up words, I want you to remember this punishment.
I want you to remember the feel of Daddy’s cock in your throat, the taste of soap on your tongue.
I want you to remember, and I want you to think very, very carefully about whether or not what you’re about to say is worth the punishment you’ll have to endure. ”
Fuck me. My father was in the Navy, and as the saying goes, he cussed like a sailor. Not that he was around all that much, but I certainly picked up some very bad habits during the little bit of time I spent with him growing up.
Now, I’m very much regretting not learning to curb my language sooner. Everyone from my friends to my employer have tried to get me to stop cussing so much, without success.
Then again, none of them tried this particular method, either.
My throat constricts as his cock slides deeper into my mouth, cutting off my air even more effectively than the belt managed to. More spit slips from my mouth, making a mess all over my clothes. And to my horror, tears fill my eyes, sliding down my cheeks to mingle with the drool and soap.
Pulling free of my mouth, leaving me gasping in his wake, Evander grips my chin, forcing my head up to meet his dark gaze. “Are you going to be a good, sweet kitten for me, Natalie?”
My throat is too raw for words, so I nod as much as I’m able with him holding my chin and he smiles. But it isn’t a kind smile. It’s a smile that promises all manner of horrible, wicked things.
“Good. Because if you continue using such naughty language, I’ll have to get mean. Close your eyes.”
Terror grips me at the command, but I’m far more afraid of what he will do if I disobey, so I force my lids to close. The belt remains tight around my neck as he releases his hold on my chin and I strain to listen for any sound that might tell me what’s happening.
And then I hear it. The familiar slapping sound of a man jerking himself off, followed by Evander’s grunt. And, a moment later, the hot, sticky feel of cum splattering across my face.
Cupping my cheek in his hand, he runs a thumb through the stickiness coating my skin, rubbing it in.
“Good little kittens get to swallow Daddy’s cum.
Naughty little kittens do not. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m feeling so magnanimous this afternoon.
If I have to repeat this punishment, I may very well decide to come in that tight little virgin asshole instead. ”
He can’t possibly know I’ve never…
But even as the thought crosses my mind, I know it’s true. Evander Hawthorne, one of the most lethal men in the United States, possibly the world, knows everything there is to know about me.
And that makes him dangerous in a way that chills me to my very bones.
Evander
Never have I seen a sight so sweet as my little kitten kneeling before me, my belt around her throat, her face a mess of tears and drool and cum. She is beautiful chaos, and she is all mine .
“Lucas, would you mind starting the bath for my little one? With the eucalyptus salts to help with her welts.” She’ll still feel them, especially with the diaper on, but she looks so helpless and tiny at my feet, and the sight tugs at my heartstrings enough to offer her a bit of relief.
Lucas, my oldest friend and confidant, crouches down to unwind the belt from around her neck.
There are marks there, my marks, from where the leather and metal bit into the skin on the side of her neck, and even though I just came all over her face my cock stirs to life as I tuck it back into my pants.
As Lucas runs the bath, I scoop my little kitten into my arms, cradling her close to my chest as she sniffles and hiccups. “There, there, little one. It’s all over now. Let’s get you undressed and into the bath.”
“I can do it myself,” she mumbles, but even as she protests, her head drops to my shoulder.
“Oh, no, kitten. You’re far too Little to take care of yourself. That is Daddy’s job.”
“I’m not really a Little girl, you know.”
Setting her on her feet beside the tub, I tug her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her in nothing but the plain white cotton bra and panties she had on beneath her uniform from the ship.
“But you are, Natalie. You are my Little girl. Which means you will be treated as such by myself and everyone you meet. You will not dress yourself, feed yourself, or care for yourself in any way. I will care for all of your needs. All of them.”
Lifting her head, she pins me again with those surprisingly shrewd eyes. After the punishments she’s endured today, I would have expected her gaze to be glassy, unfocused. But that same intelligence as before still lurks behind the pale green. “Why?”
“Because I want to. And because that’s the way it is here on the island.”
“Why me?”
Letting my lips curve, I reach behind her and unhook her bra.
A delightful blush steals across her cheeks as the cotton falls away, leaving her exposed to my gaze, but she doesn’t look away.
Doesn’t so much as flinch. “Simple. You intrigue me. The fact that you were able to not only spy on Jasper and Juliet without their knowledge—your Uncle Jasper is very put out about that, by the way—but able to follow the trail he unknowingly left for you all the way to the island, well, that’s quite the feat.
And your plan to get yourself here, while misguided, was a stroke of brilliance. ”
I crouch to pull her panties off her, which she allows me to do without a fight.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just send me to sleep with the fishes.”
“I prefer pigs. They don’t leave behind any evidence.”
“Like in Criminal Minds?”
Helping her out of her panties, I frown up at her. “I suppose most would say I have a criminal mind, yes.”
A sweet, high-pitched giggle slips past her lips. “No, I mean the tv show, Criminal Minds. There’s an episode where a serial killer gets rid of the evidence by feeding his victims to his pigs.”
“I don’t think I like you watching anything so… violent.”
One dark brow arches nearly to her hairline. “Says the literal head of a criminal empire.”
“That’s different. You won’t ever see that side of my business. In you go, little one.”
Plucking her up from the floor, I place her in the tub, and she sinks into the water with that same thoughtful expression on her face, wincing only a little as the welts on her bottom come into contact with the hot water.
“Okay, so why didn’t you just send me to the pig farm, then? Surely that would be easier than all this.”
Although I’ve only just laid eyes on her in person for the first time, my heart misses a beat at the thought of her coming to any harm. But telling her the extent of my obsession feels a bit too close to a confession for my comfort.
So I settle for the closest thing to the truth I’m comfortable giving her. “As I said. You intrigue me.”
“Yeah, well, ditto.”
“Ditto?” My lips twitch at the sassy retort.
“Yeah. You know. Like, back atcha. The same. I find you intriguing , too.”
I bet she does. For a reporter of her current station, I would be the story of a lifetime.
The violent, scarred criminal who secretly enjoys taking care of his women, keeping them as children.
“I’m not as interesting as you may think, kitten,” I say, trying to keep my tone light as I lather a washcloth with the vanilla-scented body wash she prefers.
Seemingly completely oblivious to my ministrations as I wash her arms and upper back, Natalie tilts her head to the side. “I don’t think that’s true at all. Like that scar on your face. I’ve always felt there was more to that than anyone knew. Will you tell me the real story?”
There are only three people who know the real story of how I got my scar. Two of them are in this bathroom, and one of them is six feet underground. “Maybe someday. If you’re a very good girl.”
I have no intention of telling her, no matter how good she is for me.
But if she has some hope I might bend, then she’s less likely to go digging into things that are best kept buried.
Not that she can do much digging from the island, without access to any electronics since Lucas confiscated hers from their room on the ship and mine are locked down tight, but I’ve seen what my curious kitten can do with limited resources.
Only a fool would underestimate Natalie Bauer.
“Fine,” she says with a sigh, dragging the word out in a way that reminds me of a bratty teenager, and I have to resist the urge to smile.
“Up on your knees, kitten.”
Again she looks up at me with those too-knowing eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”
Like an actual toddler, I can already tell this is going to be her favorite question. “Because Daddy told you to.”
“That’s not a real reason.”
Putting a bit of steel in my tone, I lean in until we are almost nose to nose.
“Because Daddy told you to, and little girls who don’t listen to their Daddies get their bottoms spanked.
And trust me when I tell you that a spanking on a wet, welted bottom is going to hurt far more than you might enjoy. ”
“I wouldn’t enjoy any spanking, so the bar isn’t exactly set very high.”
“Natalie Quinn.”
Like any Little girl, the use of her middle name seems to grab her attention and she huffs slightly in response. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” Her tone is sulky, bordering on disrespectful. But she obeys, shifting forward so she is kneeling up on all fours. “Happy?”
“Very. I have a naughty little kitten in my tub, waiting to be cleaned.”
Coating my finger with body wash, I press it against her bottom hole, earning me a shocked squeal as she lurches forward.
“Get your fuck?—”
I use my free hand to land two stinging swats to her upturned cheeks. “Are you looking to get that naughty mouth washed out again so soon, kitten?”
“No, but you can’t just go around shoving your finger in people’s ass—buttholes!”
“I’m not.” I push my finger forward, filling her, stretching her as she whimpers and whines in response. “I am only putting my finger in your bottom. Because you are my Little girl and it is my responsibility to make sure you are as clean as possible inside and out.”
“This seems a little over the top.” Her voice rises to a squeak as I work my finger in and out of her tight little hole, making sure to thoroughly clean her and I swallow a laugh at her theatrics.
She has no idea exactly how over the top I can be. But she’s going to learn soon enough.