Page 18 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter Seventeen

Millie

I’ve never felt so… exposed .

It doesn't seem to matter to my brain that I’ve been with men before. That Donovan isn’t the first man to see me naked. That it isn’t even the first time he has seen me naked.

Logically, I know all of that, but it feels like the first time. Something about the way he looks at me, like he sees parts of me nobody else ever has makes this moment feel impossibly intimate.

And maybe he does. As hard as I’ve fought him, as much as I still hate that he’s the first man I’ve ever called Daddy, there’s no denying he has a way of knowing what I need even before I do.

Now, with him staring down at my half-naked body, his hungry gaze raking over me, I feel more vulnerable than ever.

It’s not that I hate my body, not really, I’m just very aware of my limitations.

I’m pretty enough, but not a knockout like Juliet.

I don’t even have that girl-next-door beauty like Isabella and Victoria. Or Natalie’s fierce features.

I’m just… me.

But Donovan doesn’t seem to mind if I’m bland and little on the chubby side. If anything, he looks like he’s ready to devour me.

His gaze shifts upward again, those dark eyes locking on mine. “Keep your hands right where they are, little girl. Unless you want Daddy to punish you.”

Yes, please, punish me, Daddy. Please.

I’m still a little too scared of him to actually give voice to the dark needs churning inside me, so I simply nod.

And I’m rewarded with a slow, wolfish smile that spreads across his face mere moments before he settles between my thighs, his lips trailing feather soft kisses over my sensitive skin leaving a trail of fire behind them.

By the time he reaches the place where I’m dripping for him, running just the tip of his tongue up through my slit, I’m ready to beg, plead, bargain, whatever it takes to feel him inside me.

“Daddy, please,” I whine, raising my hips toward his questing tongue. “Please, I need… I need…”

“Daddy knows exactly what you need, sunshine.”

With that, he grips my thighs, forcing me open even further as he holds me in place.

And feasts .

Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before shoots through me, setting every nerve ending on fire. A scream rips from my throat as I arch up, my head thrashing from side to side as he uses his tongue to drive me relentlessly toward that peak.

And when he shoves me over, my mind fractures, then empties as my blood turns to molten lava in my veins. It isn’t until the black fades from my vision that I realize my hands are no longer pressed against the headboard but tangled in his silver hair.

“Naughty, naughty, girl,” he says with a low, wicked chuckle, and suddenly my body is quaking for an entirely different reason. “Now Daddy’s going to have to punish you. Stay right there, little girl.”

Donovan

“Daddy, no, I didn’t mean to!”

As I rise from the bed, Camilla moves her hands back to the headboard, as if that will be enough to save her now.

It’s not entirely her fault, of course. She’s only a Little girl, used to giving into her impulses. Asking her to keep her hands in place while I pleasure her was clearly too much for her to handle.

But Little girl or not, she broke a rule, which means she needs to be punished.

Trusting she’ll be too worried about said punishment to defy me, I turn away from the bed and head toward the closet at the far end of the room.

Not the one that holds my clothes, but the one I had built specifically for this reason.

Retrieving a box from the top shelf, I carry it back to the bed and sit it beside her, where she can clearly see the contents. Her eyes go wide when I lift the lid from the box.

“W-what are you gonna do with those?”

“A little experiment.” I lift the first vibrator from the box, a slender white column that doesn’t pack much of a punch.

“Daddy’s going to set a timer. If you can last the full ten minutes without moving your hands, your punishment will end.

” Picking up another vibrator, this one shaped like an actual cock, I set it beside the first. “But if your palms move even a centimeter from that headboard, the timer will start over.”

“Oh.” Relief flickers in her bright eyes. “I thought you were gonna spank me or something.”

Oh, my na?ve Little girl. Excitement courses through my veins at her complete lack of awareness of exactly what’s about to happen.

“No, little one. I’m a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime. And that it should teach a lesson. This”—I pull a third vibrator from the box—“should easily do both.”

With my selection laid out on the bed, I grab my phone and set up the timer. “Hands on the headboard, starting now, sunshine.”

The countdown begins and I reach for the first vibrator while Camilla watches me with those wide, wondering eyes. Flipping it on, I leave it on the lowest setting as I press it to her swollen clit.

Eyes fluttering closed, Camilla moans and lets her head fall back against the pillow. “Oh, that feels amazing . More, please.”

“Since you asked so politely…”

I press the button to turn up the intensity, drawing a gasp from my Little girl’s lips. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Daddy, please!”

Another few notches up and she’s writhing against the mattress, her plump breasts bouncing with every movement. It isn’t long before her body shudders with the force of another orgasm, her screams echoing around my bedroom.

While she lays panting against the pillows, I turn the vibrator off and reach for the second option, turning it on without her noticing. And when it slides between her soaked lips, she reacts exactly as I expected—she reaches for my wrists, grabbing hold of them as she sobs and begs me to stop.

“My naughty little girl. Looks like we’re starting over.”

Millie

Daddy’s words pierce the haze of need clouding my brain and I lift my head, shocked to find my hands wrapped around his wrist. I immediately let go, jerking my hands away to press my palms against the headboard once more. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Shaking his head, he sighs and reaches for his phone, tapping a button to start the timer over and I can’t help but whimper at the thought of enduring ten more minutes of his exquisite torture.

“Let’s try this again. Keep those hands on the headboard, little one.”

A sob rises in my throat as he presses the fake cock deeper inside me. After two of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, even the gentle vibrations from this toy are too much. Far too much for me to handle with any grace.

“Please, Daddy, I’m sorry. I won’t be naughty anymore, please. I can’t take it.”

“But you can.” When his eyes meet mine, they’re dark with a hunger that knocks the very air from my lungs. “You can take it, because you’re my good Little girl. Aren’t you, Camilla? You’re Daddy’s good girl, and you’re going to take whatever Daddy gives you.”

The truth of his words echo in my soul. Because he’s right. I’ve only ever wanted to be a good girl. To obey and submit and give myself over to someone so completely that I lose sight of where my will ends and theirs begins.

As he speaks, the vibrations from the cock buried deep in my pussy grow even more intense. And even if I’d wanted to lie, all pretense has been stripped from me as effortlessly as he stripped me of my clothes. “Y-yes, Daddy. I’m your g-good girl.”

“I know you are, baby. Which is why I’m going so easy on you right now. If I thought you’d disobeyed me on purpose, we would be having a very different discussion.”

Then and there, I vow never to give him a reason to be hard on me, if this is his definition of “easy”. I’ll be the best-behaved Little girl in the whole wide world if that’s what it takes.

Even as I make that vow, my arms tremble from the effort of keeping my hands pressed against the headboard.

The painful pleasure he’s forcing on me demands action, but I fight my own instincts and let him torture me, let him drag me closer and closer to that knife’s edge of pleasure he’s already taken me over twice.

When I go flying the third time, I scream and I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks as sensation slices me open from the inside out. But I manage to keep my hands where they belong as he pulls the cock from between my soaked lips.

“Good girl. Just three more minutes, little one. If you can hold on for three more minutes, your punishment can be over.”

Three minutes. I can do anything for three minutes.

Or so I think, until the buzzing starts. Whatever toy he’s chosen next is louder than both the others, and my heart pounds against my chest before he even touches me.

And when it comes to rest against my poor, abused clit, my mind goes blank. All I know is pleasure and pain, and that overwhelming combination of both that threatens to destroy me.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

The words, and the accompanying chuckle, yank me back to the land of the living and I look down, groaning at the sight of my hands once again wrapped around his wrists.

Fresh tears well in my eyes as I look up into his hungry, dark gaze. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, not bothering to fight the tears or to keep my voice from trembling. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t punish me again.”

“I’m afraid you left me with no choice, Camilla. Those are the rules.”

Reaching over, he restarts the timer, and I choke on a sob as I raise my trembling arms over my head.

The next time he presses the vibrator to my clit, I only last a minute before trying to scramble away. The next, thirty seconds.

I lose count of how many times he restarts that infernal timer.

Of how long I’ve prolonged my punishment.

I am a creature of agony and excess, drowning in the most debauched pleasures I’ve ever known.

My mind has long since lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, my mouth the ability to form words.

My pleas are nothing but cries and whimpers and choked sobs as I writhe beneath his punishing touch.

And when that next orgasm rips through me, leaving me wrecked and boneless in its wake, something pierces my consciousness. The ringing of the alarm, signaling that it’s over. It’s done. I finally took my punishment, and an odd sense of pride wells in my chest.

“My good, sweet girl,” Daddy murmurs, pressing a kiss to my stomach as I gasp for air. “Now, the next time Daddy gives you an instruction, are you going to follow it?”

Still unable to speak, I manage a nod, which earns me a low, rumbling chuckle. “We’ll see. You are only a very Little girl, after all, and following instructions is so very hard, even for Big girls.”

I want to argue, to swear up and down I’ll do as I’m told forever and ever from now on. But words still evade me as the bed dips, and the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.

Tears stream from my eyes as I arch up, my hands pressed firmly against the headboard. He hasn’t given me permission to move yet, and I am determined to prove I really am a good girl.

Daddy’s low groan fills my ears as his cock stretches me wide.

“Every day since I met you, I have imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside you. To finally feel your sweet little pussy gripping my cock. And nothing, not even my filthiest, most depraved fantasies came even close to the real thing.”

Arms braced on either side of me, he drops his forehead to mine. “You are perfect, Camilla Joy. My beautiful Little girl. Can you give me one more, baby? I’ve dreamed about feeling your pussy milk my cock when you come around me.”

I can’t. It’s too much, more than I can possibly be expected to bear.

But there’s such a sweet earnestness to him. It’s in his voice, his eyes, his very being. And in that moment, I know there is nothing I wouldn’t do to please him.

“I’ll t-try, Daddy.”

I’m rewarded with the curving of his lips as he moves inside me. “My sweet Little girl. What did I ever do to deserve you?”

My heart trembles in my chest at the question.

It’s the kind of thing a man who truly loves you would say, and despite everything that’s transpired between us, I find myself hoping that maybe, possibly, he might actually care for me.

Not just care for me, but love me, the deep, passionate kind of love I’ve always dreamed of.

Because putting that thought into words terrifies me down to the deepest parts of my soul, I focus on pleasing him. On keeping my hands where they are as I roll my hips to meet his thrusts. Taking him as deep inside me as I can possibly manage.

And when the pleasure begins to build again, an impossible ache I’d be powerless to stop even if I tried, I surrender to it. To him . I allow myself to be dragged under by it, sobbing as I drown once more in that pleasure-turned-pain.

The harder I cry, the more frenzied his thrusts become.

Until he’s fucking me with an intensity far beyond just the physical act of mating.

Everything inside me fractures, then shatters, and I once again scream out my pleasure as he buries himself deep in my pussy one final time, filling me with his cum.

Branding me as his, from the inside out.

He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms and brushing his lips over my cheeks, kissing away my tears. “My beautiful, beautiful Little girl.”

Sniffling, I bury my face in his chest. “I’m a mess.”

But he doesn’t allow me to hide from him.

Pulling away, he grips my chin, forcing me to look up into his dark, serious gaze.

“You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, Camilla. Your tears are simply proof that you trusted me to take you to your breaking point, and past it. I love each and every one of them.”

Again, my heart trembles, and as I snuggle against him I know I’ve lost the battle.

Like it or not, I’ve fallen head over heels in love with Doctor D.