“Apology accepted.” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Now, tell us how you plan to deal with your naughty little doll.”
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Isabella
After our initial conversation about how we all came to the island, I’m surprised to find our attention shifting to actual play. I’d assumed it was simply a ruse to get the Daddies to leave us alone, but Victoria draws us into a game with more ease than I would have expected.
I can’t remember the last time I simply… played. There’s no time for such frivolities back home, between my side job and the hours of practice time my ballet career demands. Even when my friends and I find time to relax, we usually do so by attending other ballets or rewatching recordings of our past performances and picking apart our technique. Constantly critiquing ourselves in the pursuit of perfection.
Or, at the very least, a shot at a better role.
But here, that’s not an option. Even if I wanted to spend my time doing something more constructive, I wouldn’t be allowed. It’s surprisingly freeing, knowing that I have no choice but to pretend to be a Little girl, playing with my friends. And before long, I find myself immersed in the game Victoria has created for us.
So much so, that I don’t notice we have company until a set of familiar arms scoop me up from the ground. “All right, little doll. Time to say goodbye to your friends.”
Even more surprising than how much I enjoyed playing dolls is the realization that I don’t want my friends to leave. “Can’t they stay a little longer, Daddy?”
Despite what I’m certain is an award-winning pout, Daddy shakes his head. “Not tonight, little one. But we’ll have a big family dinner soon, and I’m sure Uncle Max and Uncle Jasper will be happy to bring Tori and Juju by early so you can all play for a bit.”
From their positions in their own Daddies’ arms, Tori and Juju stare at me, wide-eyed. I get the distinct impression they’re trying to silently tell me something, something important, but I have no idea what it could possibly be.
Before I can find a way to ask them about it, Uncle Max and Uncle Jasper make them say their goodbyes, and then they’re gone. Leaving me alone once more with my Daddy.
Correction. My kidnapper. His name may be Daddy, but he isn’tmyDaddy. He is my captor, my monster, nothing more.
Thinking of him that way will help me remember my goals. Pretending to be Little, enjoying playtime with my friends is one thing. But when it’s just me and my kidnapper, I need my wits about me. I need to remember what the endgame truly is.
Play the game, but stay vigilant. That’s the plan.
And I manage to stick to the plan the rest of the evening. Through dinner, another bottle, and yet another humiliating diaper change. Thank god I haven’t had to poop yet. The thought of doingthatin a diaper is enough to send me running screaming into the woods.
By bedtime, I’m fighting sleep, feeling more exhausted than I would have expected. And no closer to finding a way off this island.
Tomorrow, I tell myself as he changes me into a frilly pink nightgown and tucks me into bed with him. Tomorrow is soon enough to look for an escape. Tonight, I’ll sleep, and maybe if I’m lucky the answer will come to me in my dreams.
ChapterEight
Gideon
If my little doll hadn’t pursued ballet, she could have had a future in the theatre. She’s quite the actress, and if I hadn’t heard for myself how she planned to pull the wool over my eyes, I might not have believed it.
All evening, she was the perfect Little girl. Even when she had to use her diaper again, she only fussed a bit, and she settled down immediately when I threatened to spank her.
Now, she’s lying in my bed, her perfect pink mouth open just slightly, her long lashes dark against her pale cheek. She’s perfectly still, other than the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, and she looks so much like an actual doll I can hardly believe she is real.
But she is real. And she is all mine.
With that thought, I slowly pull the blankets down, careful not to disturb her. My little doll needs her rest, after all. The light sedative I put in her milk after dinner will help, but if I’m too rough with her, she might wake.
As I uncover her, baring her long legs to my view, my cock jerks in response. Again, I’m tempted to throw “tradition” to the wind and claim her now, but not only am I loath to disappoint my family, I want to be able to look in my Little one’s eyes the first time she takes me inside her sweet little pussy. There will be plenty of chances for me to claim her without her knowledge down the road, but that first time should be special.
That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my little doll in other ways tonight.
When the covers are fully peeled back, I slide my hand up her nightdress to cup one small, pert breast in my hand. Isabella’s brow furrows in response, but she doesn’t wake. She doesn’t even move as I pinch her nipple lightly between my fingers, teasing it into a tight bud.
Even in sleep, her body knows my touch. And revels in it.
Unable to resist the desire to taste her, I push her nightdress all the way up, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples, already tight from my ministrations, harden even further.
