Power pulses through my veins. He is in heaven, experiencing the same kind of pleasure he’s forced on me multiple times now, and there’s something exhilarating about it. About having such a large, powerful man completely at my mercy.
Okay, probably notcompletely. If I do something he doesn’t like, I have no doubt he’ll punish me or at least force me to do it differently. But still… his pleasure is somewhat under my control.
And I really, really like it.
Emboldened by this knowledge, I begin to experiment, rolling my tongue around in my mouth to see what gets a reaction from him. There’s a spot right on the underside of his cock, just beneath the swollen head that earns me a low growl and his hand tightening on my head.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough with need. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job for Daddy, little one.”
His praise is like the silken strands of a spider web, wrapping around me, binding me in his deadly trap. But I’m flying too high on the heady rush of giving pleasure to care.
Tongue, teeth, lips. I use every bit of my mouth to please him, earning me more of that silken praise between little grunts and groans. Until his cock swells in my mouth and I swallow, greedily gulping him down.
“My filthy little baby,” he murmurs, his hold on my hair loosening so he can stroke my neck. “You did a very good job, Lanie. Would you like your muffin, now?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
After tucking his cock back into his jeans, he plucks me from the ground and settles me on his lap just like the night before. “You still need to eat some eggs and a few bits of fruit. But you can have two bites of your muffin, first.”
It’s a compromise, and since Axel doesn’t strike me as a man who’s used to compromising with anyone, I count it as a win and open my mouth for the first bite of muffin. Flavor explodes across my tongue and a low moan slips free before I can even think to stop it.
“Oh my god. These muffins areamazing.”
From his spot beside us, Eli grunts. “They turned out okay. Glad you like them, little one.”
An odd feeling settles inside me as I sit on Axel’s lap, letting him feed me. Bits of muffin interspersed with delicious scrambled eggs, bacon, and surprisingly fresh fruit that leaves me wondering if they made a trip to town before the snow hit. All around me, conversation swirls, filled with good-natured ribbing and discussions of what chores need to be completed during the day. And if I didn’t know any better, I would say the feeling in my stomach is something almost like… contentment.
But even if it is, that doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like I cangoanywhere, even if I want to. So if I’m able to scavenge some tiny scraps of happiness from my current situation until I’m able to escape, then is that really so bad?
When my plate is cleared, Axel rises from his chair, patting my diaper-covered bottom like I’m truly his baby as he carries me to the opposite end of the table.
“You have one last gift, little one. From your Auntie Gray.”
He settles me on her lap and Auntie Gray smiles down at me, soft and warm as she presses something to my lips. “Open up, little one.”
Maybe the excellent food has lulled me into some kind of trance. Or maybe I’m just tired of fighting. Whatever the reason, I obediently part my lips and something soft and rubbery slides into my mouth.
Instinctively, I suck, and cold milk coats my tongue. But it tastes… odd. A little too sweet somehow.
As I suck at the rubber thing, trying to puzzle through why the milk tastes so different, the truth of my current circumstances hits me like a freight train.
I am cradled on a strange woman’s lap, wearing little more than a diaper, drinking milk from a bottle after I just gave the man I call Daddy a blow job right in front of his entire family.
Luckily, the milk washes down the bile that threatens to rise in my throat as my brain struggles to wrap itself around how truly perverse this family is.
And even more… how perverseIam for enjoying even a single second of their humiliating treatment.
CHAPTER 15
MELANIE
Isomehow manage to make it the rest of the morning without getting in trouble, which, given how the first twenty-four hours of my captivity went, feels a bit like a miracle.
And one would think, given the sheer size of the house I’m being held captive in, that cabin fever wouldn’t really be a thing. But my captors won’t let me out of their sight for even a single second, which means spending the entire day trapped in the living room and forced to play a mind-numbing amount of board games. The monotony is only broken up by the two diaper changes I’ve needed, both of which were followed by getting fucked to a screaming orgasm before Axel wrapped me up in a fresh diaper.
Okay, so it hasn’t beenthatboring.
Yet after lunch I find myself staring longingly out the window at the fresh, crisp snow. There’s a stillness to it that calls to me, and I long to be the first one to leave my mark on all that clean, unsullied white.
