With me still clinging to him, Daddy carries me to another room. “Time to let go, little one,” he says, gently prying my arms away from his neck.
Tears fill my eyes, but I reluctantly release my death grip on him. “I don’t wanna stay here.”
“I know, baby. But Daddy needs to get to work and you need to stay with Miss Evelyn.”
“What if I say no?”
His expression shifts from understanding to stern in a heartbeat. “What do you think would happen, little girl?”
“You’d take me home and we would never, ever talk about school again?”
Despite his attempts to look stern, his lips twitch at my response. “No. I would put you over my knee and spank your bottom red and then you’d have to spend all day sitting on that hard desk chair with a sore bottom. Is that what you want?”
The little bit of fight I’d managed to conjure up flees my body and my shoulders slump forward in defeat. “No, Daddy.”
“I didn’t think so.” He tilts his head to the side, watching me. “Would it help if Daddy let you use your paci for a bit before I go?”
Suck his cock here? In Miss Evelyn’s office? “Won’t we get in trouble for being late?”
“I’m sure Miss Evelyn will understand. I’ll send your Uncle Max a text explaining we’ll be another fifteen minutes or so. Get on your knees, little one.”
As I slide to the ground in front of him, he takes out his phone and sends a text, just as he promised. And when the phone is tucked away again, he reaches for the zipper on his slacks and pulls his thick cock free.
He’s hard, unlike last night, but saliva pools in my mouth just the same at the sight of him.
“Go on, little one. You’ll feel better once you’ve used your paci for a bit.”
It kills me that he’s right. That the one thing in this world that truly seems to soothe my soul is the feel of his cock in my mouth. I should hate him, despise everything about him, and yet I don’t. I crave him the way my friends back home crave the drugs I sold them.
Leaning forward, I part my lips, taking him into my mouth. The second the salty taste of his skin hits my tongue, the tension drains from my muscles. Sighing around him, I let my cheek rest on his thigh, my eyes fluttering closed as I suck on my Daddy pacifier.
“There we go,” he murmurs, running a hand over my hair. “Daddy always knows what his little doll needs.”
He does, another fact of my life here on the island I can’t quite come to terms with. How does he know, when I don’t even know what it is I want or need from him half the time?
Right now, that seems like a Daddy question and not an Izzy question, so I push it from my mind and focus on the only thing that really matters to me at the moment: Daddy’s cock.
For fifteen full minutes, we sit in silence that’s only broken by the sounds of me sucking on my pacifier. And when he gently tells me it’s time to go, the dread and panic that plagued me earlier are nowhere to be found. I’m still not happy he’s leaving me all day, but at least I no longer feel like I’m about to cry at the drop of a hat.
Daddy returns his cock to his pants and scoops me up from the floor, giving me a hard cuddle before carrying me back to the classroom. Juju and Tori are already seated at their desks, listening to Miss Evelyn read a picture book about a beaver in desperate need of a barber. She glances up from the book and smiles as Daddy puts me down next to my desk and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“Be good, little doll. Daddy will be back in a few hours to pick you up. And don’t forget, you get to teach your friends all about ballet after lunch.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I hesitate, the words I want to say burning on my tongue, even though my brain is screaming at me not to say them. Not to give him any more power over me than he already has.
But my heart overpowers my brain, as it seems to be doing more often lately, and the words burst out of me anyway. “I’ll miss you!”
“I’ll miss you too, little one. Remember, I’m just a phone call away if you need anything.” Looking down at me, he winks. “Even if you just need your paci for a few minutes during the day.”
Heat floods my cheeks at the implication, but nobody gives any indication they even heard him.
With another quick hug, he leaves and I take my place at my desk between my friends. And despite all my reservations around being left here alone, soon I’m immersed in the story of Brenda and her beaver.
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Gideon
It takes every ounce of willpower I have to leave the classroom. A quick glance back shows my little doll perched quietly at her desk, listening intently to the story Miss Evelyn is reading.
