Oh. “Then why am I in the spanking position?”
More laughter, rumbling through his body as he peels the diaper from me. “You were outside for a very long time, little one. Daddy just wants to check your temperature and make sure you aren’t hypothermic.”
Check your temperature. That means?—
“Daddy, no!”
But my protests, as usual, have no effect on him. One large hand grips my bottom cheeks, spreading them wide for the cold slickness of the thermometer.
“Relax your bottom, Melanie. It will only hurt worse if you fight me.”
Even though I know, logically, he’s right, my instincts have kicked in and I have to fight my own body to get my muscles to relax. To allow the slender glass tube into my bottom while I whimper and whine over Daddy’s lap.
“That’s my good girl. Now… how to pass the time while we wait for the thermometer…”
Nudging my thighs apart with his hand, he slides two thick fingers into my shamefully soaked pussy. And against my own wishes, my hips raise up, a silent entreaty for more as he strokes that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.
“You really are a filthy Little girl,” he says with another low, wicked laugh as he works me into a frenzy. “Begging for more of Daddy’s touch with your bottom stuffed full. Dirty, filthy little baby.”
I am. I’m dirty, and sinful, and horrible.
And I don’t fucking care.
Right now, all I care about is reaching that pinnacle of pleasure he’s pushing me toward. My entire being is focused on that pleasure, and even the thermometer in my ass can’t distract me from it. If anything, that slightly full feeling is only making me wetter, needier.
“That’s my good little baby,” he croons, his thumb pressing against my swollen clit. “Come for Daddy, little one.Now.”
At the growled command, the pressure inside me shatters and I come screaming and bucking over his lap, my bottom clenching tightly around the thermometer. And when I’m finally spent, I collapse over his knee, panting for breath as he slides the thermometer from my bottom.
“Ninety-seven point two. A little low, but not alarming. Nothing a little hot chocolate won’t fix.”
My body is still humming with pleasure as he wraps my diaper around me again and dresses me in a fresh shirt and socks before carrying me downstairs to the kitchen where Uncle Eli is busy ladling hot chocolate out of a giant pot into several mugs on the counter. Uncle Colt slips me an extra handful of mini marshmallows with a wink, and as I sit on Daddy’s lap, sipping my almost too-sweet hot chocolate, I can’t help but think how dangerous it is here.
But not for the reasons I thought at first. Because now I know the real danger isn’t that this family of giant, loud lumberjacks will cause me any harm.
It’s that I might fall in love with all of them and when the thaw comes, I won’t be able to leave.
CHAPTER 16
MELANIE
That night, I lay in my crib—Jesus—and stare up at the ceiling. There’s enough light for me to see, thanks to the moonlight streaming through the window and the cute little cloud nightlight plugged into an outlet just a few feet from me.
I need an escape plan. As much as it pains me to admit, Axel was right about my initial attempt to get away from them by simply running into the woods. That plan was guaranteed to get me one thing and one thing only.
Dead.
So I need a new plan. According to the lumberjacks, there’s only one road in and out of here, and it’s snowed in for another few days at least.
But that seems… irresponsible of them, at the very least. What if someone reallydidhave a medical emergency? Surely they have some way of getting into town even in the heavy snows.
A snowmobile, maybe? The thought takes root in my mind and refuses to let go. Yeah. That has to be it.
But where would they keep it?
Axel mentioned a barn. That seems like the most logical place to hide a snowmobile, and perhaps other items I can use in my escape.
I just have togetto the barn first.
