“Up on your knees, kitten.”
Again she looks up at me with those too-knowing eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”
Like an actual toddler, I can already tell this is going to be her favorite question. “Because Daddy told you to.”
“That’s not a real reason.”
Putting a bit of steel in my tone, I lean in until we are almost nose to nose. “Because Daddy told you to, and little girls who don’t listen to their Daddies get their bottoms spanked. And trust me when I tell you that a spanking on a wet, welted bottom is going to hurt far more than you might enjoy.”
“I wouldn’t enjoyanyspanking, so the bar isn’t exactly set very high.”
“Natalie Quinn.”
Like any Little girl, the use of her middle name seems to grab her attention and she huffs slightly in response. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” Her tone is sulky, bordering on disrespectful. But she obeys, shifting forward so she is kneeling up on all fours. “Happy?”
“Very. I have a naughty little kitten in my tub, waiting to be cleaned.”
Coating my finger with body wash, I press it against her bottom hole, earning me a shocked squeal as she lurches forward.
“Get your fuck?—”
I use my free hand to land two stinging swats to her upturned cheeks. “Are you looking to get that naughty mouth washed out again so soon, kitten?”
“No, but you can’t just go around shoving your finger in people’s ass—buttholes!”
“I’m not.” I push my finger forward, filling her, stretching her as she whimpers and whines in response. “I am only putting my finger inyourbottom. Because you are my Little girl and it is my responsibility to make sure you are as clean as possible inside and out.”
“This seems a little over the top.” Her voice rises to a squeak as I work my finger in and out of her tight little hole, making sure to thoroughly clean her and I swallow a laugh at her theatrics.
She has no idea exactly how over the top I can be. But she’s going to learn soon enough.
Chapter Six
Natalie
This whole situation is so fucking surreal I’m still having trouble believing it isn’t all some crazy fever dream. But the sensation of Evander Hawthorne’s finger in my ass is far too real for me to think it’s anything but reality.Howthis has become my reality, I’m still not sure, but it definitely is.
And since in this new, bizarre reality talking back only earns me a painful punishment, I stay quiet as he thoroughly—verythoroughly—cleans my asshole. When I’m finally cleaned to his standards, he lifts me from the tub and wraps me up in a fluffy purple towel the same shade as my bedroom walls and softer than a cloud.
“Oh.” Sighing softly, I press the fabric against my cheek. “It’s sosoft.”
“Only the best for my Little girl,” he says as he scoops me up again and carries me into another room.
Damn. A girl could actually get used to this. Being carted around, doted on, showered with all the best the world has tooffer? If it wasn’t for the spankings and the soap-covered cock in my mouth, I could definitely be down with this princess lifestyle.
But those thingsarea part of this reality, so eventually I’ll have to find a way off the island. Not immediately, though. There’s still far too much for me to learn here, like where the other girls are being kept, who their “Daddies” are, things like that. And I need a way to gather proof I can take with me, even if it’s just getting my hands on a phone for a few minutes to email myself some pictures. Because if I go back to New York with some crazy story about an island full of rich men and their “Little girls” I’ll be laughed out of the newsroom.
Evander flips the light on and for a moment all thoughts of sneaky pictures and flashy headlines fades from my mind. “Holy shirt-balls, Batman,” I whisper, my mouth falling slightly open as I scan the offerings of the closet in front of me.
Dresses with layers of what I think are tulle and satin, in every color of the rainbow, line one wall. Beneath them, rows and rows of shoes in matching shades. It’s a Little girl’s dream.
I mean, it’s not reallymydream. I’m much more at home in a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. But I’m sure some Little girl somewhere would be absolutely ga-ga over the contents of this closet.
“Um, I hope you’re not planning to make me wear those dresses.”
“And why not? They’re very pretty.”
“Yeah.Toopretty. I don’t even wear anything that nice when I’m interviewing people on the carpet.” Twisting in his arms, I grin at him, my voice taking on a mocking tone. “I thought you knew everything there was to know about me,Daddy.”
