Or substances, plural, I suppose. His and Tori’s, mixed together in a taste that is salty and musky and somehow a bit sweet at the same time.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, rebellion sparks. This is… horrific. Humiliating. Utterly depraved.
And yet, it’s somehow unbelievably intimate at the same time. One by one, my uncles feed me the proof of how much they and their Little ones enjoyed watching my Daddy hurt me.
Then there is only Auntie Cat left. Leaning over me, she brushes the hair from my face as she forces her fingers into my mouth. “Our sweet Camilla. Welcome to the family, little one. We are so, so happy to have you.”
Sucking on her salty skin, I close my eyes. Something wet slides down my cheek, and I realize with a jolt I’m crying. Tears of happiness.
I have a Daddy who takes care of my every need. I have a family who welcomed me, in their own strange way, into their fold.
For the first time since I stepped foot on this island over a year ago, I finally feel like I belong.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Donovan
I wake, as I have every morning for the past two weeks, with the weight of my Little girl pressed against my side. Ever since our first family dinner, she’s been… clingy, but not in a way that concerns me. If anything, I love that she doesn’t want to be without me, even if it does make my going to work and her going to school a bit stressful.
Looking down at her sweet face, flushed with sleep, her blonde hair sticking to her cheeks, I can’t help but smile as I think about that first night after our dinner. I tried to put her to bed in her crib, but she wrapped herself so tightly around me I’m still not sure I could have managed to dislodge her if I’d wanted to.
The most intriguing part about it is, I didn’t want to. I’ve always been a firm believer that Little ones should sleep in their cribs at night, to avoid spoiling them. But now… Now I wonder how I ever could have thought that having my Little girl in my bed would spoil anyone but me.
These past two weeks have been utter bliss. Camilla is the perfect blend of good girl and brat, obeying when it’s absolutely demanded of her while still giving me plenty of opportunities to punish her. In fact, I’d be surprised if she doesn’t wake up still sore from the paddling I had to give her last night when she refused to eat her Brussels sprouts at dinner.
If I have one disappointment, it’s that she continues to refuse to use her diaper, and I’m not sure why. Shewantsto use it. The extensive questionnaire she filled out when she first came to the island made it clear she’s very interested in diaper-wearing and use. But more than that, I can see it in her eyes every time it’s mentioned. And yet, she’s holding back, and I can’t figure out what is keeping her from submitting in this one final way.
I’m still watching her, considering whether to wake her up with my tongue or my cock when my phone buzzes on the nightstand. It’s oh-so-tempting to just ignore the sound and focus on my Little girl, but it could be a medical emergency, so I force myself to roll over and at least check to see who is calling.
Brigette, the woman who runs the “farm” at the edge of the island, where we keep all of the human cows for our milk supply, along with several other “animals”. Seeing her name on the display, I throw the covers back as I hit the button to answer. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Penny, one of our cows.” Bridgette’s voice is tight with worry. “She’s running a fever, but we’re not sure why. I’m worried she’s got an infection of some kind. Can you come take a look?”
“I’ll be right there.” I’ve already pulled my slacks on, so I shove my phone in the pocket and turn back to the bed, where Camilla is blinking up at me, her eyes still glazed with sleep and confusion.
“Wha’s going on?” Pushing up in bed, she yawns and looks around. “Are we going somewhere?”
I open my mouth to tell her that she’s going to stay behind and I’ll call her Auntie Cat to come sit with her. With any other Little girl, that’s exactly what I do.
But I have no clue what awaits me at the farm, and despite how uncomfortable it was to have her working so close to me, unable to touch her, she was an excellent nurse. It would be a mistake to leave her behind now.
“We’re going out to the farm. One of the cows is sick and Bridgette asked me to come check on her. I’m going to go grab some clothes from your nursery while you potty. Can you brush your hair or do you need Daddy to do it for you?”
Just like that, Camilla transforms in front of me, from my sweet, needy Little girl to the efficient nurse I’ve always known her to be as she slips from the bed. “I can do it. Do we know what her symptoms are?”
“So far, just that she’s running a fever. We don’t have time for me to use the catheter this morning, so you’ll need to potty like a big girl before we go.”
Something flickers in her eyes, but she doesn’t argue. She simply nods and waddles off toward the en suite bathroom.
Trusting that she can take care of herself, even though it makes my chest ache not to be the one to do it for her, I turn and stride from the room and down to her nursery to grab some farm appropriate clothing. By the time I return to my bedroom, she has already finished in the bathroom and pulled her hair up in a sleek ponytail. With her help, I manage to get us both dressed and out the door in under ten minutes.
There are no speed limits on the island, so I drive as fast as I dare with Camilla buckled into her car seat in the back. Bridgette meets us at the entrance to the farm wrapped in a fuzzy robe, worry twisting her features.
“Now she has a rash. It just appeared while we were waiting for you. Poor thing is absolutely miserable, but I don’t have a clue what could be wrong with her.”
With Camilla’s hand clutched tightly in mine, I fall into step beside Bridgette as we hurry towards the barn. “What kind of rash?”
“I don’t know. Lots of little red bumps.”
