“There are a couple sharks, at least,” Lucas says with a quiet chuckle. “Why am I not surprised you managed to land yourself a bloodthirsty Little girl?”
“C-cows kill more people every year than sharks. People think sharks are evil, but they’re just doing what they have to do in order to survive. I love them.”
Something flickers in Evander’s dark eyes, but it’s gone far too quickly for me to pinpoint it. “Then you will have as many sharks as you want, little one.”
“Can I have a pet shark?” It’s a ridiculous request, but the blank look on Evander’s face helps to distract me from the cramping in my stomach.
“I may have to draw the line at you keeping a pet that could potentially eat you.”
“Aw, what’s the fun in that?”
As I’d hoped, my response elicits a laugh from both men and Evander shakes his head. “You are going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you, kitten?”
“Seems like a fair trade, all things considered.”
“I suppose I can’t argue with that.”
Something beeps and Evander looks over at his… companion? Friend? Loyal servant? “Are we finished?”
“All done.”
“Come on, kitten. You just need to hold it in for a tiny bit longer.”
Unstrapping the thick leather from across my stomach, Evander carries me into the bathroom and stands me in front of the toilet. Sweat has broken out across my brow and it’s taking every ounce of strength I have to keep all this liquid inside me.
“I’m going to take the nozzle out and then you can sit on the potty, little one. Ready?”
“R-ready.”
I clench my cheeks together as he pulls the nozzle from me before nudging me down onto the toilet. A fresh wave of humiliation heats my cheeks as I empty my bowels into the porcelain with both men hovering over me.
“Oh my god.” Unable to bear this much shame, I cover my face with my hands. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Language, Natalie.”
Spreading my fingers apart, I peek up at Evander. “I think I should be—oof.” A particularly painful cramp hits and I double over on the toilet with a groan. “I should be allowed to cuss when you drop a nuke into my intestines!”
“Little girls do not use such naughty words.” There’s a pause before he sighs heavily. “But since there are extenuating circumstances, I won’t punish you this time. If it happens again, however…”
“Yeah, I know. Soapy cock in my mouth. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.”
“Doctor D is not going to appreciate her sass,” Lucas mutters.
“I know.” Again, an odd note of pride fills Evander’s voice. “I can’t wait to watch him lose his mind over my little kitten.”
“As long as you’re prepared to watch her suffer the consequences.”
“Doctor D works for us, not the other way around. If I don’t want her punished, then he has no say.”
What does it say about me that a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling fills my chest at the fierce possessiveness in Evander’s words? Probably that I’m more fucked-up than I ever realized, but whatever. I’m stuck here, at least until I get everything I need for my story, so why shouldn’t I enjoy being protected and cared for by the man who calls himself my Daddy?
Eventually, my stomach is completely emptied out, leaving me sweaty and shaky in the wake of my enema. And far too exhausted to care when Evander helps me up from the toilet to wipe my ass for me before carrying me over to the blissfully hot bath with pretty purple bubbles Lucas has prepared for me.
A pile of sea animals soon populates the bubbles and as I pick up a shark with a rather toothy grin and have it chase the otheranimals around the water much to the amusement of the two men watching me, I can’t help but think life on the island really isn’t too bad.
Well, if it weren’t for the enemas, anyway.
Evander
