“Yes, but only while she was sleeping.”
The reminder of how he violated me in my most vulnerable state stirs up the anger I’d tried to bury and I shift against my bonds, my hands clenching into fists at my side.
At the end of the table, Doctor D laughs. “I don’t think your Little one is as shy as you’d like to believe, Gideon. And judging by the way her pussy is weeping, she doesn't hate the treatment you’ve given her as much as she pretends to.”
“Is that so?”
There’s an edge to Daddy’s voice, one that instantly squashes the fury building in my chest. He can’t know how I really feel, how desperate I am to get off this island. I need him to trust me, to believe that I am willing to do anything he says so he’ll let his guard down.
Looking up at him, I widen my eyes and push my lower lip out, making sure the latter trembles. “I’m scared, Daddy,” I whisper, and my voice cracks a bit, adding to the “terrified little girl” persona I’ve put on for him.
Not that it’s all an act. Doctor D does genuinely scare me, on a level I’ve never experienced before. So it’s not difficult to call those feelings to the surface for my performance.
Daddy’s expression softens as he runs a hand over my hair and smiles down at me. “I know you are, little doll. We’re almost finished.”
Something presses against my pussy and I instantly recoil with a cry. “Daddy, don’t let him touch me there!”
“Isabella, don’t be difficult. Doctor D needs to examine all of you to make sure you’re healthy.”
“No he doesn’t! Make him stop!”
“I will not and if you don’t settle down right now, Doctor D will get to see exactly how red your bottom gets when you disobey your Daddy.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Getting spanked in the privacy of Daddy’s house is one thing. But not only do I not want the embarrassment of a public spanking, I’ll be damned if I give Doctor D the satisfaction of witnessing it.
Dragging in a deep breath, I close my eyes and force myself to nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, Doctor, you were asking about her nipples?”
“Yes. I just received a shipment of clamps to test out reactions to different stimuli. Would you like to be the first one to try them out?”
“Absolutely.”
“They’re in that box on the counter over there. I purchased a few different kinds, so choose your favorite or we can give them all a try.”
“I think one will suffice,” Daddy says with that same cruel, wicked grin I remember from before. “For today.”
A shudder runs down my spine at his words and when he tries to step away from the exam table, I grab for his hand. “Please don’t leave me!”
It’s only a partially calculated move. I don’t want him to get whatever waits for me in that box, but even more than that, I don’t want to be left alone with Doctor D, not even for a second.
But my efforts are in vain. Daddy simply pats my hand before removing it from his arm and telling me to be a good girl for Doctor D.
I don’t want to be a good girl. For either of them. But I don't want to risk whatever punishment awaits me fornotbeing a good girl even more, so I swallow the rest of my protests and nod.
It only takes Daddy a second to step away and return with a small box. “Let’s see… well, aren’t these darling.” Smiling brightly now, he holds up what looks to be a pair of earrings with little pink bows dangling from them. “Every Little girl deserves to be all decked out in bows, don’t you agree, Doctor D?”
“As it so happens, I do.” The fingers in my pussy shift, pressing up against that sensitive spot inside me and I arch up with another cry. “She’s so responsive, Gideon. Why don’t you start with the right nipple so I can see how she responds to a bit of pain.”
Pain? What kind of pain? “Daddy, no!”
“Shhh, little one.” Setting the box aside, Daddy cups my right breast in his large hand, giving the nipple a slight pinch. Not nearly enough to actually hurt, and I relax a bit. If that’s what they mean by pain, I can handle that just fine.
“Oh, she likes that, very much. She’s soaking my glove, Gideon. Make sure the nipple is nice and hard before you put the clamp on.”
Humiliation rushes through my veins, heating every inch of my body even as my pussy spasms around his fingers. How can I possibly be enjoying this? I could chalk it up to a simple biological reaction if it was just Daddy’s hands on me making me wetter and hotter with every touch, but it’s not. Every time Doctor D speaks, the fear and humiliation both seem to make me even needier than I was. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and I’m not sure what to make of it now.
Maybe it’s something in the milk. Whatever the cause, it makes these men even more dangerous than I originally thought. Because if they can get into my mind this way, twisting the things I should hate into something I desperately need, will they also be able to use that against me? To trick me intowantingto stay on the island like Victoria and Juliet?
