Page 30 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Millie

The entire ride home, my mind races. Daddy hasn’t mentioned punishing me for using his name back at the farm, but my stomach twists with excited anticipation all the same as we drive.

By the time we pull into our driveway, my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might actually jump right out of my chest. Daddy gets me out of my car seat and carries me into the house and up the stairs.

“Are you hungry, little one? We both missed breakfast.”

Something painful twists in my stomach, and it takes me a moment to place the emotion as disappointment. As crazy as it sounds, I was actually looking forward to a painful punishment, something that would wring all the stress and anxiety of the morning from my body.

“I don’t really want breakfast.”

Bypassing my nursery, he heads straight for his bedroom, where he sets me on my feet beside his bed. In his dark eyes, I see the same hunger that’s currently burning in my veins. “What do you want, Camilla?”

Embarrassment heats my face, and I drop my gaze to the floor. But apparently, I’m not to be allowed even that small reprieve, because he grips my chin, forcing my head back. “I asked you a question, little girl. Tell Daddy the truth. What do you want?”

Swallowing hard, I search for the words, and it takes several tries for me to force them past the tightness in my throat. “I-I want you to hurt me.”

“Why?”

Curiosity wraps around the word, and again my mind scrambles to figure out how to explain. “I was really naughty.”

“You weren’t. A little naughty, yes, but you had a good reason. So what’s the real reason you want me to hurt you, baby?”

“I just do,” I whisper. “Please, Daddy?”

Releasing his hold on my chin, Daddy slides his hand around to the back of my neck, gripping me tightly as he pulls me close. “First, you need to answer one more question for me.”

“What?”

“Did you mean what you said back at the farm? About wanting me to be your forever Daddy?”

That’s one question I can easily answer. “Yes. I’ve known for a while, I just… didn’t know how to tell you. It never felt like the right time.”

“The right time for what?”

“To tell you I’m in love with you.” I thought I’d feel more anxious, telling him for the first time. But it just feels right , and I know in my heart he’ll be the first and the last man to ever hear those words from my lips.

For a long moment, he simply stares at me, a hundred emotions I can’t name swirling in his eyes. Then he dips his head, capturing my lips with his. It should be a sweet, tender moment, the first time I tell a man I love him.

But not with him. My Daddy’s kiss is brutal, hot and demanding, forcing my surrender. Not that I’m fighting him very hard. Everything in me wants nothing more than to let him take and conquer.

To let him hurt me.

“My naughty, naughty little girl,” he murmurs against my lips, his chest rumbling with laughter.

“Keeping secrets from your Daddy. Not using my proper title. And I’m sure there’s plenty of other naughty things I’ve overlooked.

I think it’s time I finally fucked that pretty bottom of yours the way you really deserve. ”

Trepidation rolls through me, drawing a whimper from deep within my chest. “No, Daddy,” I whine. “That’s not what I meant.”

It’s a lie, of course. Ever since he threatened to do that at our family dinner, I’ve been dreaming of him taking me completely unprepared.

“We’ll add lying to your Daddy to your tally.”

He cuts off my protests with another head-spinning kiss.

I give myself over to it as he unhooks the straps of my overalls, pushing them down over my hips to pool at our feet.

Next goes my t-shirt, then my diaper, leaving me naked and trembling in front of him as he runs his fingertips up and down my bare arms.

“You know. I don’t think it’s a good idea for Daddy to fuck your bottom without at least a little preparation. Turn around, baby.”

Disappointment stabs at my chest, but more than the pain, I want to be his good girl. So I turn my back to him, and when he presses a hand against my spine, I bend at the waist, letting my cheek rest against the cool comforter.

Strong, familiar fingers trail over my bottom. “You’ve been such a naughty girl today, Camilla Joy. I think this bottom needs to be warmed up a bit before Daddy fucks it.”

A sharp spank lands on my right cheek, and I yelp at the surprising flash of pain.

Before I can even process the sensation, another swat follows, and then another, and another.

Daddy spanks hard and fast, and before long I’m dancing in place, begging and pleading and promising to be a good girl forever.

“Ow, ow, ow Daddy! Please, I won’t be naughty ever again!”

Laughter greets my proclamation. “Oh, my sweet girl. I would be so very disappointed if you never gave me any reasons to spank this beautiful bottom again.”

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him call me beautiful. Especially after almost a year of thinking I’d never be good enough for him, no matter what I did, knowing he finds me beautiful, that he wants to punish me, touch me, worship me is a thrill I hope I never get over.

Two hard swats land on my sit-spots, leaving my entire bottom feeling like I’ve just sat on a hot stove. That ache only fuels the one between my thighs and as I wait for what comes next, I press my hips into the mattress, desperate for some kind of relief.

“Keep that up, naughty girl, and Daddy won’t let you come today at all.”

I freeze at his words, unwilling to test his threat. “Daddy, no!”

“Then be a good girl and do as Daddy tells you. Reach back and hold your bottom open for me, sunshine.”

Whimpering softly, I reach behind me, gripping my aching cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing my poor, unprepared bottom hole to him.

“Hmm. We really should use some kind of lubricant.”

There’s an odd sound, and then something wet drips on my hole, and it takes me a moment to process what just happened. “Did you… did you just spit on me ?”

The blunt head of his cock pushes between my cheeks, forcing that tight ring of muscle open with a biting pain. “I did. As I said, it would be irresponsible of me to fuck you without at least a little bit of lubricant. It’s Daddy’s job to take care of his Little girl, after all.”

As far as I can tell, his spit is doing absolutely nothing to ease the advancement of his cock as it threatens to split me open. Suddenly, I’m regretting every one of the fantasies that led me to this. “Daddy, please. It hurts!”

“I know, baby.” Voice dripping with that faux sympathy I both loathe and love, he pushes in even deeper, and tears fill my eyes as the agony floods my body. “But you love the way Daddy hurts you. Don’t you, Camilla Joy?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to deny it. But even with my bottom hole on fire and my arms aching from the effort of holding myself open for him, my pussy is still throbbing with need. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“That’s right. You love the way I hurt you, and I love the way you respond to me.

” Deeper and deeper he thrusts, with that agonizing slowness that almost seems worse than if he’d just shoved his way in.

“I love the way your body responds when I hurt you. I love those little sounds you make when it’s almost too much.

And I truly love the way you cry for me. ”

His hips press against my bottom, trapping the heat of my spanking against my skin as he leans over me, his voice dropping to a low growl.

“What I’m saying, Camilla Joy, is I love you.

I have loved you from the moment you first walked into my office, and I will love you until my last breath.

And if there is a life after this, then I will love you until the end of that life and the next and the next.

There is no time, no existence, where you could run from me, my beautiful girl. ”

Now the tears pooling on my lashes are there for a reason that has nothing to do with pain and everything to do with joy. “There is no life where I would want to.”

“Good. You can let go of your bottom now, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

Daddy’s got you . Even with my bottom burning inside and out, those words make my heart do a slow roll in my chest as I release my hold on my cheeks.

Gripping the comforter beneath me, I hold on as Daddy rocks his hips, fucking me with short, shallow strokes that promise to take me to the highest points of agony and delirium all at one.

A sob catches in my chest when he thrusts forward, harder than before, the pain threatening to overwhelm me.

But then he slides a hand around to where I am still dripping for him, those clever, wicked fingers stroking my swollen clit, and the pain melds with pleasure, scrambling my mind and wrecking my body as he fucks my bottom without mercy.

“You are my perfect match, Camilla. What I give, you take. So take your pleasure, little one, and let Daddy feel you come with your bottom full of his cock.”

His filthy words are almost as effective as his fingers, driving me higher and higher with every syllable, every touch. “Daddy, please. Please.”

I don’t even know if I’m begging him to stop or to fuck me harder.

But Daddy knows. Daddy always knows exactly what I need, and his rocking grows more frenzied in response to my sobbing pleas.

Until all I know, all I am, is what he gives me.

Until pain becomes pleasure and pleasure becomes pain, and there is no longer anything separating the two.

Something inside me fractures, then shatters, and in the distance I hear someone scream as molten-hot pleasure floods my veins. Daddy slams into my aching bottom one final time, filling me as my tears soak the blanket beneath my cheek.

It seems like forever I lay there, struggling to just breathe as my body recovers. That was, hands down, the most intense experience of my entire life, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.

God, I hope I’ll never be the same.