Page 1 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter One

Millie

Looking around the pretty little apartment above the doctor’s office where I’ve spent the last year of my life, a heaviness settles in my chest. All of my clothes, my books, my toys, everything has been packed away, ready to be shipped back home.

I’ve already said my goodbyes to the other Littles. Natalie in particular cried big, real tears when I told her I was leaving. The others seemed sad but not heartbroken, which I suppose I can’t blame them for.

It’s not like I was ever really their friend. Just a hopefully friendly face when they came for their checkups with Doctor D.

The thought of him has my stomach clenching with a mix of emotions too complex for me to fully identify. Ever since I gave him my notice, he’s been… different. Still as demanding as ever, of course, but sometimes I catch him watching me and I could almost swear I’ve seen him smiling a few times.

But that’s ridiculous. Doctor Donovan Graves doesn’t smile, unless he’s about to get his sadist on. He loves his job here on the island, perhaps a little too much, but as far as I’ve been able to tell, that’s pretty much the only thing he loves.

And yet, I can’t shake the feeling that something is going on with him, and that it has to do with me putting in my notice. Perhaps he’s just glad to be rid of me and my fumbling attempts to be the best nurse he’s ever had for good.

Forcing myself to turn back to the suitcase I’m supposed to be packing for our trip to New York tonight, I reach for the box of diapers I set out for myself and hesitate. Do I really want to keep wearing them after I leave the island?

Tears prick my eyes at the thought of never being wrapped in that soft, cottony hug again.

But I was never really comfortable wearing them before I got to the island, and I can’t see that changing now just because I spent the last year living out some of my deepest, darkest fantasies.

Back on the mainland, people are still going to be judgmental assholes, and the worry over being discovered will still be there.

So even though it feels like my heart is breaking, I set the diapers aside. I’ll leave them behind for whoever Doctor D hires to replace me, whether it’s another Little or a Mommy or Daddy with a Little one to care for.

My next hesitation comes when I reach for my favorite stuffed animal, a blue dragon with glittery wings I’ve had since college.

One of my best friends, Katie, won him at a carnival but she said she was too old for stuffies and gave him to me since it was never any secret how much I loved “kid stuff”.

Even though Katie and I have drifted apart, I still have Cobie and he’s almost as good at giving advice as Katie was.

I should pack him in the suitcase, but if I have to spend several hours on a plane with Doctor D, I’m going to need backup.

Holding Cobie under my arm, I zip up my suitcase and lower it to the ground.

Three days. That’s all I have to do, is survive three days at this stupid conference. Just three more days and I’m free of Donovan Graves for good.

Donovan

She’s late.

Not very late, just a few minutes, but late enough to give me a reason to discipline her. Just the thought of having sweet Camilla over my knees again has my cock stirring to life as I sip the glass of whiskey Kerry poured for me when I first arrived on the plane.

A commotion outside catches my attention, and I look over at the doorway just as Camilla hurries inside, a blue stuffed animal of some kind tucked under her arm. Cheeks flushed, her hair escaping from the ponytail she’s almost always wearing, she looks the very picture of a naughty Little girl.

“Sorry, sorry!” she says breathlessly. “I ran into Natalie and Mr. Hawthorne on my way over and we were saying goodbye again.”

It’s then that I notice the red around her eyes and I have to hide a smile.

Poor Little thing is so convinced she’ll never see her friend again.

I’m almost tempted to pull her into my lap and tell her it will all be okay.

But doing so would tip my hand, well before I’m ready.

So for now I’ll have to let her believe she’ll never return to the island, never see Natalie or any of the other Littles again.

Instead of comforting her, I pin her with a stern look, raising one eyebrow as she blushes an even brighter pink and shifts from foot to foot. “You’re late.”

A muscle in her jaw jumps. Ever since she put in her notice, her temper has been rather easy to spark, something I get a rather perverse joy out of doing.

“Yes, Sir. I explained why.”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re nearly ten minutes late, Ms. Hamilton.”

Eyes narrowing, she returns my glare with a brash confidence she’s only gained over the past few weeks. “Do you really need to bust my balls over ten minutes?”

Bust my balls . The phrase is so crass I almost can’t believe it came out of my sweet, sunshiny Camilla’s mouth. “Excuse me, little girl?”

The color in her cheeks darkens, but she doesn’t back down. “I’m not a Little girl. For the next three days at least, I am your nurse and your assistant. Nothing more.”

Ah. So she thinks because we won’t be on the island she can play at being a Big girl?

That will never do.

Setting my whiskey aside, I rise to my feet, shrugging out of my suit jacket, my eyes never leaving her round, heart-shaped face with those big blue eyes and perfect Cupid's bow of a mouth as I pop open the button on my shirt sleeve.

“That does not change the fact that when you signed on to be under my employ, you agreed to my rules. And my discipline.”

Some of the color fades from her cheeks as she moves the hand not clutching her stuffie behind her, as if protecting herself from the punishment coming her way. “I wasn’t that late,” she whines, sounding and looking very much like a naughty Little girl despite her assertions otherwise.

“You know how I feel about tardiness, Camilla. Come here.”

With both of my sleeves rolled to the elbow, I crook a finger, beckoning her to me. Camilla heaves a dramatic sigh and drags herself across the floor of the plane.

And I do mean drags, quite literally. With every step, her sneaker-clad feet scrape across the floor until she’s standing in front of me, her gaze fixed on my tie.

Gripping her chin, I force her head back, and I’m rewarded with the slight catch of her breath and the widening of her pupils as she lifts her gaze to mine.

“Just because you’ve given your notice does not mean my expectations have changed, young lady.

It’s a count of ten with my hand, on your bare bottom.

Unless you’d like to continue arguing with me, in which case we can make it a count of ten with my belt. ”

In the past, she’s submitted rather quickly and easily whenever she’s earned a punishment. I learned early on that sweet little Camilla absolutely hates to be in trouble. Or, more to the point, she hates to disappoint anyone.

Especially me.

But now, there’s a spark of rebellion in the bright blue of her eyes, and as much as I’ve enjoyed her easy submission in the past, there’s something about watching her inner turmoil play out on her face that I secretly love.

If she gives in, I get to spank her delightfully round bottom. If she fights me, I’ll simply punish her even more harshly until she does finally submit.

Either way… I win.

Today, she submits, her shoulders slumping forward slightly. “No, Sir. I’m not going to argue.”

“Good girl.” Releasing my hold on her chin, I reach for her, slowly unsnapping the button at her waist without taking my eyes off hers. Which gives me the pleasure of watching her pupils darken as I slide the zipper of her jeans down, loosening them enough to push the tight denim over her hips.

But when I glance down, I don’t see the diaper she’s worn every day since she stepped foot on the island. Instead, emerald-green silk and lace cover her mound, and part of her bottom.

“What the hell is that?”

“Huh?” Looking down, she lets out a snort of laughter before raising amused eyes back to mine. “Panties, Donovan. You’ve seen panties before.”

“Yes, but not on you. Where’s your diaper, little girl?”

Her jaw firms, defiance etching itself into her features once more. “I told you. While we’re on this trip together, I’m not a Little girl. I’m just your nurse and your assistant.”

“No.”

One honey-colored brow raises. “No? What do you mean ‘No’?”

“Exactly what I said. No, you are not parading yourself around in these panties. You will wear your diaper, just as you have always done, or I will punish you.”

“You can’t punish me for not wearing a diaper. That’s not part of our contract.”

My mind races, searching for a clause I can use against her. “Consider it part of your ‘other duties as assigned’. Kerry, bring me a diaper for Ms. Hamilton, please.”

From wherever she keeps herself hidden during these trips, Kerry responds immediately. “Of course, Doctor D.”

Fury blazes in Camilla’s eyes, turning them to thunderstorms of emotion. “This is bullshit and you know it, Donovan! You can’t force me to wear a diaper!”

My Little girl is clearly on the verge of a full-blown tantrum. There are times when a Daddy needs to talk things out, explain to his Little one why she should obey him.

And then there are times for action.

Returning to my seat, I pull Camilla down over my left knee, using my right leg to trap both of hers as she struggles and shouts for me to let her go. A few more swear words slip free, which is rather unusual for her.

Too much time with Evander’s Little one, Natalie, if I had to guess. That girl is a hellion and her Daddy doesn’t try nearly hard enough to rein her in.

Pulling the offensive panties to her knees, I give myself a moment to admire the sight in front of me.

Camilla’s bare bottom, framed by the outline of her bathing suit left behind by her multiple tanning sessions out on the beach, no matter how many times I’ve gotten onto her about using sunblock.

Once we return to the island, she will be protecting her skin or she will have Daddy to answer to.

Daddy . Just the word is enough to make my cock ache even more than it already did. I’ve waited for over a year for the chance to make Camilla mine in every possible sense of the word and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to claim her right here and now.

But even if I can’t fully claim her, I can impress on her how important it is for her to remember her role. On the island or off it, Camilla is both my nurse and a Little girl, and it will serve her well to remember that.

Fighting against the temptation to run my hand over her round, gorgeous bottom, I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tight against me as I deliver the first stinging swat to her bare skin.

“Obviously, you are in need of a major attitude adjustment before we get to New York. As soon as you stop fighting me, you may have your punishment for being late.”

“I don’t need anything from you!”

There’s a hitch in her voice, as if she’s on the verge of tears. And considering I’ve just started spanking her and I know damn well she can take a lot more than this before the waterworks start, I am dead certain that hitch is because she’s lying.

She needs me. Needs this . So like any good Daddy, I’m prepared to give my Little one everything she needs.

Whether she wants it or not.

With every swat, her bottom turns a brighter and brighter pink, the color spreading well into the tanned areas of her bottom and the tops of her thighs. But it isn’t until I focus on her sit-spots, that sensitive juncture where bottom and thighs meet, that she breaks.

“I’m sorry!” she wails, her struggles ceasing as she goes limp over my knee. “Please, Sir, I’m sorry!”

Letting my hand rest on her warm skin, I indulge my desire to rub some of the sting from her bottom. “What are you sorry for, Camilla?”

“For… um… for telling you no?”

It’s asked as a question, and I have to swallow a laugh. It won’t do for her to think I find any part of her behavior amusing.

“That’s part of it. What else?”

“And for… for refusing to wear my diaper.”

“Good girl. We still need to address all the naughty words you used while you were fighting me, but that can wait until after your spanking for being tardy. Kerry, will you fetch me the round wooden paddle from my bag, please?”

Still draped over my knee, Camilla moans. “Oh my god, I forgot she was here! This is so embarrassing!”

Considering how many exams she’s witnessed me performing on the other Littles who reside on our island, it’s amusing to me that she would find a simple spanking so humiliating.

But I’ve never been one to let an opportunity pass me by, so I lean into her feelings of embarrassment.

“If you’d been a good girl, Kerry wouldn’t have seen you getting your bare bottom spanked.

Perhaps that will help you remember yourself the rest of this trip. ”

“Yes, Sir,” Camilla replies with a quiet sniffle.

Kerry returns, all bright smiles and swinging blonde hair, to hand me the paddle and the diaper I’d requested earlier. “Here you are, Doctor D. Anything else I can get for you?”

“Thank you, Kerry. How much longer until takeoff?”

“About ten minutes.”

“Perfect. Just enough time for me to teach naughty little Camilla here a lesson on punctuality.”