Page 27 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Donovan

Dinner is a rather lively affair. All the Littles seem completely comfortable in their highchairs, chatting away as their Daddies feed them. Even my Camilla seems mostly at ease, though at first she’s rather quiet, observing rather than joining in.

As the meal goes on, however, she sheds her initial shyness, laughing and teasing the other Littles and even her uncles. She manages to keep it respectful, though, and the few times she tiptoes up to the line, a single word of warning from me is enough to settle her down.

I wasn’t lying when I said she makes me proud to be her Daddy. My sweet Camilla Joy is polite and well-spoken and smart as a whip. And with her tiara on, the yellow stones catching the lights every time she moves, she looks exactly like her nickname. Like sunshine come to life, radiant and glowing.

When the last course has been swept away by Maxwell’s efficient staff, the man himself pushes to his feet, a wide grin on his face and a hush falls over the table.

“As you all know, we have a very… unique tradition for welcoming new members into our family. Donovan, Millie, we are so happy to have you join us tonight, and we look forward to many more family dinners, even if they aren’t quite like this one. ”

At his slight nod, I rise to my feet and unbuckle Millie from her highchair.

“Daddy? What’s going on?” There’s more confusion than fear in her voice, and that fact alone makes me grateful that I didn’t tell her more about what to expect tonight. There’s no point in upsetting her more than necessary.

“Don’t worry, sunshine. Daddy’s got you.”

Scooping her up in my arms, I carry her to the head of the table. Maxwell has already changed seats and has his own Little girl cradled on his lap. Victoria, as well as the other Littles, are all watching us with wide, expectant eyes.

My heart beats faster as I lay my Little one on the table, her golden hair fanning out around her worried face. “Daddy?”

“Shh, little one. Don’t worry about anyone else. Just focus on Daddy.”

Millie

Just focus on Daddy .

It’s a little hard when I’m spread out on the table like the next course, with our new “family” watching me with hungry eyes.

Even harder when I hear the sound of my diaper being undone and I look down to see Daddy stripping the thick cotton away from me and handing it off to one of Uncle Maxwell’s staff.

Leaning forward, Daddy pops open the first few buttons on my dress and pulls my breasts free. Heat rushes to my face, but when I reach up to try and cover myself, Daddy smacks the back of my hand. Not hard, it barely even stings, but enough for me to get the message.

With my eyes locked on his, I slowly lower my arms back to my side.

“Good girl.” His voice is like a caress, and I shiver as it brushes over me, touching every inch of my exposed skin. “Keep your hands right there, little one. I want our family to see everything while you show them how much you enjoy it when Daddy hurts you.”

A sob rises in my throat as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another set of those damn clamps. But even though my nipples still ache from my exam, I don’t protest as he rolls them into hard points.

Unable to watch my own torture, I turn my head to the side. And am greeted with the sight of Tori, sweet, bubbly Tori, bouncing on her Daddy’s cock, her head falling back against his shoulder as she whimpers and gasps with pleasure.

She isn’t the only one. Craning my neck, I’m able to see Izzy splayed out much like me, her eyes closed as her Daddy thrusts into her. Juju is bent over the table, Uncle Jasper kneeling behind her, nibbling his way up the backs of her thighs as she wiggles and whines for more.

Then there’s Nelly, wide-eyed and clearly fascinated, kneeling over her Daddy’s thighs, her forearms braced on the table as she takes everything in.

And finally, Auntie Cat, one leg draped over the dining room chair, her bright red dress hiked up to her hips and her glistening fingers stroking her pussy.

Sharp, stabbing pain shoots through my breast and I arch up, crying out, tears burning my eyes. “Oh, Daddy, take it off! Take it off!”

“Shhh, little one. You can take it for me. You’re my good, brave girl.”

He barely gets the words out before fresh pain claws at me. My breaths come in soft gasps as my vision grays at the edges.

“Breathe, Camilla. Breathe.”

Closing my eyes, I focus on his voice. The familiar rumble of it, the firm, commanding tone that demands nothing less than my complete and total surrender.

Daddy’s voice.

I let it center me, anchor me to him as I struggle through the brutal initial agony of having my nipples clamped. And as he instructs me to breathe, as he tells me what a good job I’m doing for him, how proud he is of me, the pain ebbs, bit by bit.

Until, at last, I can finally drag in an easy breath. Forcing my eyes open again, I look up at him and smile. “I’m better now, Daddy.”

I’m rewarded with a smile of my own. “You’re such a good girl, Camilla. Are you ready for more?”

Now that the worst of the pain has faded, the needy thrum between my thighs is making itself known.

Am I ready for more? No. But do I need more?

Absolutely.

I need him to hurt me, to take me to breaking point and hold me there until I have no choice but to surrender every piece of myself, body and soul to this cruel, depraved man. So even though I'm not sure I’ll ever be ready for him and his sadistic ways, I force myself to nod.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”

Hunger dances in his eyes as he pushes two fingers inside me.

Two fucking freezing fingers.

My mind goes blank as my body struggles to adapt to the new sensation. It hurts, but not so much I can’t handle it. More, it’s just confusing. I mean, I know doctors are known for having cold hands but his hands are beyond just cold. It’s almost as if…

A low rumbling sound washes over me and I realize he's laughing as he fucks me with his icy fingers. “Something wrong, sunshine?”

“C-cold.”

“Mmm. I’ve been wondering how you’d respond to different temperatures and since your Uncle Maxwell was so nice as to provide me with a glass of ice water, it seemed like the perfect time to test things out.”

Ice. Son of a bitch.

With his two fingers still buried inside me, he presses the opposite thumb against my clit and again my mind fractures at the intense cold.

Pain and pleasure swirl inside me, each fighting for dominance.

As his fingers warm, pleasure takes the lead, but pain is still there, the dull ache in my breasts, the fading intensity of his icy skin on mine.

Surrendering to both, I let myself be taken under. Let myself be swept away on this sea of sensation. And I’m close, so close to being completely overcome when he pulls his fingers away.

Whimpering quietly, I raise my hips, a silent plea for more. Daddy slides his arms under my thighs and with one quick, sharp jerk, brings me to the edge of the table, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“I thought about fucking your pretty bottom.” His tone is almost conversational, save for the tightness about it, a tightness that tells me he’s on as edge as I am right now.

“I fantasized about bending you over and showing our new family how well you take me there, without any lubricant to ease my way. I wanted to hurt you, Camilla, so I could show everyone what a good girl my filthy little baby is.”

Buried inside me, his dark gaze clashes with mine as his fingers dig into the fleshy skin of my thighs.

“But I was told there are traditions to be upheld, so here we are. Someday soon, though, you’re going to take me just like that.

And you’re going to enjoy every second of it, aren’t you my sweet Camilla? ”

The lie trembles on my tongue. But what’s the point? He knows me, even better than I know myself it seems. So I meet his gaze head on, and give him the truth.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Those words seem to snap something inside him.

Need flares in his eyes and he pulls back, only to slam forward again, fucking me with such ferocity I can only dig my fingertips into the cool wood beneath me as I cry out.

Fresh pain, fresh pleasure, both so overwhelming I can barely think through them, flood my body.

So I stop trying to. And I surrender myself to my Daddy.

Just as I shatter, sharp needles of pain stab at my breasts and I come screaming. Sobbing and begging wordlessly for mercy as I am undone. All I know is sensation, and all I can do is take it as he continues to force more and more of it on me with every thrust.

“One more, my beautiful girl. One more.”

My body betrays me, need once more coiling tight in my lower belly as he fucks me relentlessly. And this time when I shatter, he joins me, burying himself as deeply inside me as he can go, his groans joining with a chorus of pleasure around us.

And as I lay there, my ears ringing, my body aching, my mind utterly splintered, I slowly become aware of the others around us. I’d all but forgotten about them, my entire being so focused on my Daddy and our pleasure.

But now, awareness creeps in, and embarrassed heat creeps into my cheeks. With a quiet moan, I lift my hands to cover my face, but I’m stopped by someone gripping my wrist and holding me still.

Instinctively, I look to see who it is. Uncle Max, a warm, satisfied smile on his face, rubs his thumb over the inside of my wrist. “You don’t need to hide from us, sweetheart. We’re family now.”

And with that, he lifts his free hand to my mouth. A pearlescent sort of liquid coats his fingers, but I’m still too shaken by what’s just happened to me to understand what it is.

“Open up, sunshine. Our family has another gift for you.”

Obediently, I let my mouth fall open. And when Uncle Max pushes his fingers between my lips, I realize what that substance was on his skin.

Or substances, plural, I suppose. His and Tori’s, mixed together in a taste that is salty and musky and somehow a bit sweet at the same time.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, rebellion sparks. This is… horrific. Humiliating. Utterly depraved.

And yet, it’s somehow unbelievably intimate at the same time. One by one, my uncles feed me the proof of how much they and their Little ones enjoyed watching my Daddy hurt me.

Then there is only Auntie Cat left. Leaning over me, she brushes the hair from my face as she forces her fingers into my mouth. “Our sweet Camilla. Welcome to the family, little one. We are so, so happy to have you.”

Sucking on her salty skin, I close my eyes. Something wet slides down my cheek, and I realize with a jolt I’m crying. Tears of happiness.

I have a Daddy who takes care of my every need. I have a family who welcomed me, in their own strange way, into their fold.

For the first time since I stepped foot on this island over a year ago, I finally feel like I belong.