A single nod is about all I have the energy for, so I give him that. And then I surrender myself to the peaceful bliss of knowing nothing is expected of me. That I am, at this moment, simply a toy for my Daddy to use as he pleases. I float away, barely tethered to what’s happening as his thick cock stretches me, fills me, over and over.
Until, finally, he thrusts into me one final time, burying his face in my neck with a groan as he swells inside me, filling me with his cum.
“Such a good little doll, you are,” he murmurs, rolling to the side and pulling me into him.
And at least for tonight, he’s right.
* * *
Gideon
I lie awake well after Isabella falls asleep in my arms, my mind racing. I genuinely thought we’d gotten past her desire to return to New York, but perhaps not. Perhaps Jasper is right and Juliet’s excitement over her own surprise trip has triggered something inside my own Little girl.
Maybe I could reward her with a trip, as well. New York seems too risky, given how she disappeared. The odds of someone seeing her and recognizing her in a city that size are small, but not zero.
Paris, maybe. The ballet there is one of the best, if not the best in the world.
Perhaps I can convince Jasper to change his plans a bit. And get Maxwell to tag along as well. A little family vacation.
With my mind made up, I slide carefully out of bed and retrieve a diaper for my sweet little Isabella before heading downstairs to make a phone call.
* * *
Izzy
After a long spanking, more orgasms than my body could physically handle, and a good night’s sleep, it seems like I should have woken this morning with a mind clear of confusion or doubts.
However, the opposite seems to be the case.
If anything, I’m wracked with more worry and indecision than before. The one thing Iamsure of is that my Daddy, monster he may be, holds my heart even more firmly in his hands than ever before. So while part of me still longs to return to New York and the dreams I left behind, the thought of never seeing him again threatens to shatter my heart into a million pieces.
I’m no closer to making up my mind about what to do when Juju comes storming up the stairs. “We have to find her, Daddy! I don't know where I left her!” she cries, moments before throwing open the door of my nursery and striking a pose.
“I really should have tried my hand at Hollywood, don’t you think?” Grinning, she closes the door behind her and looks around. “Did you pack a bag?”
“No. I’m… I’m not sure I should go through with this, Juju.”
Her mouth falls open in shock. “But, New York! The ballet! Your freedom!”
“I know, I know.” Popping up from the beanbag where I’d been doing my worrying all morning while Daddy went to work in his office, I pace the large room. “It’s just, I think I’m in love with him. How fucked-up is that?”
“Oooh, Izzy said a naughty word,” Juju teases with a giggle before sobering up quickly. “Real talk, though, I get it. Like, you want to be an adult and have your freedom and do all the things you used to do but on the other hand there’s…him.”
“Exactly.” Flopping back down onto the beanbag chair, I groan. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t know what to do about what?”
Juju and I both whip our heads around to stare at Tori, who is standing just inside the nursery with a curious look on her face.
“Close the door!” Juju hisses, hurrying past her to carefully shut it. Slamming it would only bring the Daddies running, and neither of us wants that until we figure out what our next move is.
“Jeez, what’s got you two so jumpy this morning?” Tori mumbles, her mouth moving into a pout as she drops onto the beanbag beside me.
I look up at Juju, silently asking if she thinks we can trust our friend not to spill the beans. Nibbling on her bottom lip for a moment, Juju gives a short, hesitant nod.
“Juju is trying to smuggle me off the island so I can go back to New York.”
“What?” Shock echoes in Tori’s voice as she stares at me, then Juju, and back at me. “That’s a horrible idea. Neither one of you will ever sit right again!”
