Page 7 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)
Chapter Six
Millie
“Go ahead, little one. Cry it all out.”
Rocking me gently in his arms, Donovan pats my partially covered bottom. And god help me if I don’t actually feel better now that the punishment is over. My heart calms, and I’m able to drag in a deep, shuddering breath through my nose.
My eyes flutter closed as I drop my head onto his shoulder and I suck on the pacifier. But the taste of his potion still lingers and I gag a little in response.
Donovan’s chest vibrates with laughter. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can have a fresh paci. Do you need to use your diaper before bed?”
For a moment, the urge to do so is nearly overwhelming. Despite wearing one every day I’ve lived on the island, I’ve never actually used them. The idea of changing myself never appealed and being changed by someone else always felt far too intimate to share with just anyone.
Which is why I can’t bring myself to use it now. As tempting as it is to finally live out my littlest dreams, the last person I want to share that intimacy with is him .
So I shake my head, and the only thing more surprising than the fact that he offered in the first place is that he seems almost disappointed when I refuse.
“All right, little one. Let’s go get you washed up and into bed.”
With another shocking display of strength that doesn’t match his lithe figure, he rises from the edge of the bed with me still in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me on my feet in front of the sink, he gently tugs the pacifier from my mouth and sets it aside.
“Such a messy little baby,” he murmurs as he flips on the tap. “Look at you. Covered in drool. And your nose all runny from all that crying.”
The words are meant to humiliate me and damn him, it’s working. Lifting my face to the mirror, I watch as my face flushes red beneath the tears and drool.
But when I try to scoop the water into my hands to wash my face, he stops me with one of those sharp taps to my hand that makes me feel oh so Little. “I’ll do that. Little girls don’t clean themselves up.”
He’s really leaning into the Little girl thing, for reasons I can’t fathom, but the last thing I want to do is give him another reason to spank me so I keep my mouth shut as he scrubs my face clean. I balk a bit when he tries to blow my nose, but a stern look is all it takes for me to give in.
Three days. Just three more days.
By the time we get me cleaned up, I use the bathroom and he wraps me up in a fresh diaper, my eyes are already drooping closed. The last thing I’m aware of before falling into a dead sleep is fearsome Doctor D tucking Cobie into bed with me and giving us both a kiss goodnight.
Then again, that part could have been a dream.
Yeah. It was probably just a dream.
Donovan
She looks so innocent, curled up on her side with her blue dragon stuffie clutched in her arms. And the way she smiled when I kissed her and Cobie both goodnight tells me she isn’t as impervious to our attraction as I previously thought.
As I watch her sleep, she whimpers softly, her brows drawing together almost as if she’s worrying about something. Poor little thing.
Before I can comfort her, she brings her thumb to her mouth, sucking the digit between her full lips and I can’t help but grin. Naughty Little girl, doesn’t she know that sucking her thumb is bad for her teeth?
Because I do indeed know this, I silently make my way to my suitcase and retrieve the bag I packed just for her.
Making sure to move as quietly as possible so as not to wake her, I unzip the bag and pull out a specially designed pacifier.
A dentist friend of mine with his own Little one at home created them specifically for Littles like ours, and it’s the only brand anyone on the island uses.
This one is white, with a rhinestone sunburst on the front that reminds me of Camilla.
Paci in hand, I slip back over to the bed and gently tug her thumb from her mouth. Her brows crinkle again, and I softly shush her as I slip the pacifier between her lips. As soon as it’s in place, she sucks hard on the rubber tip, and the crease between her brows immediately disappears.
Humming an old, familiar tune, I go through my own bedtime routine before slipping beneath the covers with her, my arm wrapped around her middle as I will myself to sleep.
Three more days, little one. And then you’re mine.
Donovan
Much to my disappointment, Camilla is on her best behavior for the rest of our time at the conference. Every now and then, I catch her making a face or rolling her eyes at a request, but nothing egregious enough for me to take her to task.
Which means that other than the spanking on the plane and our first night at the hotel, she hasn’t given me any reasons to take her over my knee.
I do not approve.
And I can admit that perhaps the lack of opportunities to punish my naughty girl has left me feeling more unsettled than usual as we dress for our final event of the conference.
That, and the fact that more than one man here has made his interest in my assistant very clear.
It’s taken every ounce of self-control I have not to snarl at them and stake my claim in front of the entire room whenever it’s happened.
Tonight, however, that all ends. We will go down to the reception, make nice, and then I will whisk my sweet Little girl back to the island where she belongs.
Whether she wants to go or not.
“Camilla,” I call through the closed door. “We’re going to be late.”
“Nobody is ever actually on time for these things, Donovan. We can be a few minutes late.”
“Let me rephrase that. If you aren’t ready to go in the next five minutes, you will be attending the reception with a red, plugged bottom.”
A drawn-out silence greets my threat, before I hear her aggravated sigh even through the thick door. “Fine. I’ll be ready.”
My palm physically itches. Once she’s back on the island, any response other than “Yes, Daddy” or “No, Daddy” will get her bottom warmed immediately.
Just a few more hours, and she’s all mine .
I cling to that knowledge as I finish fixing the tie on my tux while I wait for her. And when the bathroom door finally opens, I turn to tell her again we need to get going, but the words die on my tongue.
She’s a fucking vision. The dress she’s wearing covers her from neck to ankle, with shimmering sleeves that extend to her wrists. Yet, somehow, even though she’s completely covered, the effect is impossibly alluring, hinting at the curves beneath.
And when she walks, the skirt of the dress splits in half, revealing the creamy expanse of her leg all the way up to her thigh. Again, just a hint of the luscious body hidden beneath the bold red fabric, but it’s enough to have my mouth watering.
It isn’t until she shifts again, her cheeks turning the same color as the dress as she nibbles at her bottom lip that I realize I’m staring. “Do I look okay?”
Okay? She’s stunning, a goddess come to mingle with us mere mortals, which is saying something considering she’s about to walk into a room full of men and women who consider themselves gods in their own right.
But not one of them can hold a candle to my Little girl, no matter how many lives they’ve saved.
“No, you don’t look okay.” Her face falls and I step forward, bringing my hand to her cheek and nudging her head up so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “You look like all of my wildest fantasies brought to life.”
Eyes wide, she stares up at me, inhaling sharply as her pupils darken with need. “You don’t mean that,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“I do. You’re a vision, Camilla. And I’m pretty fucking tempted to keep you chained to that bed the rest of the night so nobody else gets to see you like this.”
Another of those sharp little inhales. “Why? I’m not— we’re not?—”
With an aching slowness that threatens to unravel my control, I lower my head until our lips are just a breath apart. “We have a lot to talk about, you and I. But it will have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight, you are unfortunately still my employee, at least for a few more hours.”
Straightening, I take her hand and place it in the crook of my elbow, and I flash her a dazzling smile. “It’s a good thing this is a convention full of doctors.”
“Why?”
“Because I have no doubt when you walk in that room, more than one man is going to swallow his tongue.”