But he doesn’t immediately thrust inside me, the way I expected him to. Instead, the tip of his cock presses against my bottom hole and I immediately clench in response, desperate to keep him from claiming this last, forbidden part of me.
“Do you remember what I told you happens to Little girls who are very, very naughty, Isabella?”
I do, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
“Let me remind you.” The slick head of his cock breaches my entrance despite my best efforts, forcing me open with a fresh wave of pain. “Little girls who defy their Daddies, who refuse to obey, get their bottoms whipped and fucked until Daddy is very, very certain they’ve learned their lesson.”
Panic grips me, forcing the pleas I’ve managed to hold back so far from my lips. “I have, I have! I promise, Daddy! I’ll never be naughty again!”
But my begging goes unanswered. Or, I suppose, he does answer me. He answers me with more pain as he continues his invasion of my body. It’s agony, being ripped open this way, and I weep against the railing as his thick cock spreads me wider and wider with every inch.
Until, at last, he’s seated inside me, the heat of his skin pressed against my aching flesh.
“Who do you belong to, Isabella?”
I can barely choke out the words. “Y-you, Daddy.”
“That’s right. And if I have to repeat this lesson every week for the rest of our lives in order for you to remember, that is exactly what I will do.”
With that, he pulls back, his cock scraping against my sensitive inner walls. It’s a relief, not having my bottom full of him, but that relief only lasts for a second before he drives forward again, shocking another cry of pain from me as he slams into my bottom.
Just as he vowed a moment ago, he fucks my already well-punished bottom with hard, merciless thrusts. For what seems like forever, I’m caught in a state of constant agony as he continues my punishment without pause.
But then Daddy slides a hand around to my pussy and I’m shocked to realize his fingers slip between my lips with ease. I am soaked, dripping for him, even as he forces this unimaginable pain on me.
Or is itbecausehe’s forcing it on me?
That thought is almost too much to bear. But I’m done lying to myself. I’m done pretending there isn’t something about this man that pulls me in, that makes me crave him. Makes me crave the pain and humiliation of being his Little girl. After all, where has that gotten me? Tied to a railing, whipped until I’m certain I’ll never sit comfortably again, with my bottom full of my Daddy’s cock.
Maybe it’s time to see what facing that side of me head on will bring.
Closing my eyes, I welcome the pain. And when his clever fingers find my swollen clit, I surrender to the pleasure that is pain’s perfect twin. Opposite and yet somehow the same.
That pleasure takes me over, melding with the pain into a maelstrom of sensation that shatters me. I scream into the night again, but this time the island seems to scream with me, rejoicing in my acceptance.
“Again,” Daddy growls in my ear, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he fucks my aching bottom harder, faster than before. “Let Daddy feel you come with your bottom stuffed full of his cock.”
Pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain. Two sides of the same filthy coin, flooding my veins, overwhelming me as I surrender to Daddy’s will. As I allow myself to become his Little girl in every possible way.
And this time, when it shatters me, my bottom clenches around Daddy’s cock as he drives home one final time, filling me with his sticky cum.
We stand there for a while, him pressed against me, me pressed against the railing as our breathing evens out. It isn’t until I whimper that he pulls out of me, carefully untying me from the railing and carrying me back into the house.
He runs us a bath, and he holds me in his arms as I sink into the blissful warmth of the water with a sigh. When he cleans me, his touch is far more gentle than it was on the balcony. There’s fresh pain as the washcloth brushes over my welted bottom, but I welcome it. The pain is no longer just something I must bear, but a reminder of how wanted I am. How desperate he is to keep me here on this island with him.
How could I have ever doubted him?
Finally, after we’re both clean and dry, he wraps me in a diaper and tucks me into bed. No nightclothes for us, just the feel of skin against skin as I drift off to sleep, safe and loved in my Daddy’s arms.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Izzy
It takes nearly a week for me to be able to wear a diaper without wincing at the cotton rubbing against my punished skin. But even long after the physical reminder of my punishment fades, I carry the memory in my heart.
Months pass in a state of what I could almost describe as bliss. My friends and I attend school every weekday, and three times a week I teach ballet. Juju manages to get herself in trouble almost as often as we have my classes, and I suspect Tori was right when she said Juju enjoys the attention she gets when she misbehaves. I still don’t quite understand it, but my friend seems happy, so I’m happy for her.
On weekends, our Daddies either take us shopping or to the farm—which, as I discovered on our first trip out, is not filled with actual animals but rather humans dressed as animals—where Juju visits with her favorite barn cat and we all drink our fill of sweet, fresh milk directly from the source. Sometimes, Auntie Cat takes us out for a girls’ day, pampering us with mani-pedis and buying us so many clothes that our Daddies grumble about how they’re going to have to build new closets to hold them all.
