“Shh. It’s all done, little doll. You’re all forgiven.”
Forgiven. That single word lifts the weight from my chest and even though I am still crying, I manage to drag in a breath as I press myself against him. Holding me in his arms, he rocks me gently back and forth until my sobs quiet to sniffles.
“There we go. Feel better?” His voice is tender, almost sweet as he nudges my head back to smile down at me.
“Uh-huh. I’m really, really sorry, Daddy. I promise I won’t ever try to run away again.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise, little doll. For the rest of your life.”
As far as proposals go, it’s not the most romantic. But it’s exactly perfect for us.
He holds me a while longer before loosening his grip on me. “Would you like your paci now, little one?”
“Yes, please.”
I slide to the floor, wincing when my sore bottom settles on my heels as I kneel in front of him. Daddy pulls his cock from his pants and I open my mouth, greedily taking in the length of him and sighing with relief as I suck on my favorite pacifier.
When I first came to the island, I would have been horrified at the thought of my friends seeing me sucking Daddy’s cock like this. But after everything we’ve been through together, it barely even registers.
Besides, I can hear Juju whining, begging her Daddy not to fuck her bottom here, to wait until they land. Uncle Jasper refuses, of course, and a moment later my friend sobs loudly as her Daddy follows through on the next part of her punishment. On the other side of me, I can hear the low murmur of Uncle Max’s voice and Tori’s soft whimpers. I briefly wonder what they’re up to, but almost immediately decide it’s none of my concern.
Eyes closed, I let my head rest against my own Daddy’s thigh, and as he strokes my head, I know with absolute certainty there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
* * *
One week later
Gideon
Lying in the comfort of the king-sized bed at our hotel overlooking downtown Paris, I watch my little doll as she sleeps. Long, dark lashes lay against pale cheeks, rosy with sleep, and my heart does a slow roll in my chest.
Her naptime is almost up, but I’m loath to wake her. At least, not without indulging myself a bit. It’s been almost a week since I felt the heat of her sweet little pussy around me, and although she’s taken me down her throat plenty of times during her week of restriction, I couldn’t bring myself to actually fuck her without the exquisite agony of her coming on my cock.
Now, however, her restriction is up. Which means my little doll is once again all mine.
She isn’t sedated this time, so I move carefully as I pull the diaper from her, leaving her in nothing but the t-shirt I put her in for her nap, the one that says “Daddy’s Little FuckToy” in French. She has no idea what it says, though I’m certain she knows it says something crude, considering we bought it from a shop Jasper found for us that caters to Daddies and Mommies and their Little ones.
Nudging her slender thighs apart, I slide my hand up to her bare mound, delighted to find her already wet and waiting for me. Not that it’s much of a surprise considering I’ve been edging her every chance I could get for a week now. But it still fills me with a smug sort of satisfaction to know that even in her sleep her body craves me.
She whimpers as I push one finger, then two into her tight opening, stretching her a bit as I slowly work them in and out of her. Her lips part, a sigh slipping from them, and I lower my head to claim them, savoring the lingering taste of milk on her lips. Another delightful find from Jasper’s shop.
I don’t want to wake her yet, so I restrain the urge to make her come on my fingers, reluctantly pulling away. Even in her sleep, she protests the loss, whining softly and rolling her hips, an unconscious plea for my touch.
Could she possibly be any more perfect for me?
Kneeling between her thighs, I lower myself onto her, slowly pushing my cock into her wet heat, gritting my teeth against the urge to simply thrust inside. I want her to wake at just the right time, and as tight as she is, moving too fast is likely to cause enough pain to startle her awake before I’m ready.
Beneath me, she lies mostly still, the perfect little doll. Accepting her Daddy’s cock without a peep of protest as I move slowly inside her.
Once she loosens around me a bit, I let go of some of my control, giving myself a bit more freedom to fuck her sweet little cunt properly. And still she only takes it, takes me, and my heart swells in my chest.
Reaching between us, I roll her clit between my fingers, and she gasps. What is she dreaming of, I wonder? Are her dreams as delightfully filthy as our reality? Or perhaps even more so? I make a mental note to ask her, to see if there are any secret fantasies living inside my little doll’s head.
For now, however, I’m content to fuck her, driving her closer and closer to the edge, playing her body with all the knowledge I’ve gained over our time together.
Until, finally, her eyes fly open as her pussy contracts around me, milking my cock as the orgasm ravages her body. “Daddy!”
“I’m right here, little doll.” Faster now, I fuck her even harder, not giving her a chance to recover as I continue to work her swollen clit. “Come for me again, little one. Again.”
