“Nonsense. If it’s something you want or need, it isn’t weird. Tell Daddy what it is.” When she only blushes harder and tries to look away, I tighten my grip on her face. “Isabella. Do you want to ruin our lovely evening with a spanking?”
Tears glisten in her eyes and her bottom lip trembles at the threat. “No, Daddy.”
“Then tell Daddy what you want. Use your words, little doll.”
“It’s just, um. You know this morning when I woke up and you had your… you know. In my mouth?”
Ah. She wants Daddy’s cock again. My heart constricts at the knowledge that she could choose from any number of the pacifiers we keep here at the house, but she would rather use my cock to soothe herself to sleep.
Since I sleep in the nude anyway, it’s nothing to push the covers down and give her access to what she seeks. I’m not hard, considering I’ve just come inside her not more than ten minutes ago, but that’s not the point. This isn’t about my pleasure, but her comfort.
Wiggling down the mattress, Isabella stares at her prize for a moment before lowering her head and taking just the tip in her mouth. With a quiet sigh, she pulls me deeper inside her, suckling gently at my softened cock.
My precious little doll. Whatever her motives may have been when she first arrived on the island, tonight has dispelled any remaining doubts in my mind.
Isabella is mine. Completely, utterly, totallymine.
ChapterTwenty
Isabella
I wake with Daddy’s cock still in my mouth. Without even thinking, I begin to suck again, the action soothing me in a way that is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and yet is still somehow familiar on a deep, primal level.
A heavy hand comes to rest on my head, running gently over my hair. “Good morning, little doll. You can have a few more minutes with Daddy’s cock, but then we need to get you ready for your big day.”
Big day? What does that mean? Wasn’t yesterday my “big day”?
I’m enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth too much to press for answers, so I close my eyes again, my cheek resting against the prickly hair of his thigh as I suckle.
“All right, little one,” he says after a few quiet minutes. “Time to potty.”
With a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a growl, I press myself closer to him, sucking hard on his stiffening cock. Above me, Daddy’s chest rises and falls as he sighs, but luckily for me the sound is tinged with amusement.
Good. Daddy is much less likely to spank when he thinks I’ve done something funny.
“If you want, you can keep your pacifier in your mouth while you use your diaper. But as soon as you’re done, we need to get ready. You can have five more minutes, Isabella.”
My heart leaps at the offer of five more minutes with his cock. What did he call it? Right. My pacifier. And that’s exactly what it reminds me of. A pacifier, and I’m just a baby, soothing the emotions that are far too overwhelming for my understanding by sucking on it.
Because my feelings are much too big for me to comprehend at the moment. Last night was far more intense than I’d anticipated from a “family dinner”. I’m not sure anything could have prepared me for the reality of what happened on and around that dinner table.
And yet, at the same time, I feel a sense of belonging I didn’t feel before. Between the locket still draped around my neck and the look in my friends’ eyes as they fed me their Daddies’ cum coated in their own arousal, for the first time I actually do feel like part of the family. Like I passed some kind of test, and now I’ve been fully accepted into the fold.
The thought doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it should. My own family, well, they aren’t bad people. But they don’t understand me, and they’ve never really made an effort to. I’ve never felt this deep connection, this easy sense of belonging like I feel with my new family.
That is definitely going to put a damper on my escape plans.
If nothing else, however, I’m pretty sure after last night Daddy believes I have every intention of staying. Every now and again, I look up at him while I suck on my Daddy-flavored pacifier and I notice he’s lost that watchful look in his eye. Now, there is nothing but joy and something I could almost mistake for love if I was stupid enough to believe a man like himcouldlove.
“Two minutes, little doll.”
At the warning, I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my bladder as I suck harder on Daddy’s cock. It takes effort, though not as much as the times before, to force my muscles to release so the pee can flow freely into my diaper. Maybe because I have my face buried in his groin so I don’t have to watch him watching me while I piss myself in his bed.
“Such a good little doll,” he coos, running his hand over my hair, and I can’t help the swell of pride in my chest at his praise. After all, even if I am just playing a role, I am playing it to perfection. I am his good little doll, doing as I’m told at every turn, allowing myself to be used as he sees fit.
When my two minutes are up, Daddy carefully extracts himself from my mouth and rolls out of bed, taking me with him. We go through the usual morning bath time routine, which I manage to complete without earning even one swat to my wet bottom, thank you very much, before he carries me back to my nursery to put on a fresh diaper and new clothes for the day.
But unlike most days, he doesn’t put me in one of my pretty, frilly dresses. Today, he chooses a white shirt with a collar and a dark blue skirt with what looks like a pair of suspenders attached. Frilly socks in the same color as the shirt are added, along with a pair of black Mary Janes, and then a pretty bow that matches the skirt which he attaches to the collar of my shirt.
