It’s then that I realize the laptop sitting on the table in front of the giant mountain man isn’t just any computer.
“Hey! That’s mine! What are you doing to it, you big oaf?”
“Josephine Elise!” Wrapping his arms around my waist as I lunge forward, Daddy sighs and hauls me up into his arms. “Sorry, Gunther. We’re still working on her manners.”
“I’ll show you manners, you sonofa?—”
“Enough.” Daddy’s voice rings with authority, jolting me back to reality. “Gunther, we’ll be right back.”
Uh-oh. I definitely crossed a line. “I’m really sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean it!”
He carries me into the bathroom, where he sets me on my feet and pins me with a stern look. “You were incredibly rude, both to me and Gunther. And your language has been less than desirable the past couple days, so clearly you need a reminder on how good Little girls use their mouths.”
Fisting a hand in my hair, he forces me to my knees while his free hand reaches for his belt buckle, deftly flipping it free and tugging the tail of his belt from the silver contraption. He makes quick work of his button and zipper, and his cock springs free.
“Open, Josephine.”
I don’t dare disobey, so I force my lips to part for him. And I’m reminded rather violently of our “wedding day” where he stripped me bare and performed this exact act on me before we said our vows.
Or beforehesaid our vows, to be more exact.
My throat constricts around the length of him as he thrusts into me, drool slipping from the corners of my mouth. He fucks my face with fast, shallow strokes I have no time to adjust to, and I’m forced to gag around him. Tears slip down my cheeks to mingle with the drool on my chin as I stare up at him, silently begging for mercy.
It takes a blessedly short amount of time for him to go still, for the hot, salty taste of him to fill my mouth. When he finally pulls free, I gasp for air, every breath like knives scraping my abused throat raw.
“I will not havemyLittle girl being rude to her family or our guests,” he lectures as he tucks himself back into his jeans. “And I certainly will not have her calling people names.”
With his jeans and belt back in place, he reaches into a pocket and pulls free the pacifier gag from our wedding day. A smirk tugs at his lips as he holds the rubber tip under the pump for the hand soap and adds a few drops to the pacifier. “I had a feeling I would need this again. You always did have a mouth on you, even when we were younger. Open.”
It isn’t until he issues the order that I realize I’ve pressed my lips together in a tight line. Without opening them, I stare pleadingly up at him, praying I can maybe look pitiful enough to earn myself an ounce of mercy.
But one look at his expression tells me those hopes are in vain. “Open your mouth, Josephine, or you will have a hot bottom to go with your soapy mouth.”
Getting spanked on top of having my mouth fucked and washed out with soap sounds like my worst nightmare, so I force my lips to part for him.
“Good girl,” he says softly as he slides the rubber tip of the pacifier between my lips. The acrid taste of soap fills my mouth and I instinctively gag, but there’s no spitting out the pacifier, as he’s in the process of tying it around my head.
Worst of all, though, is the fact that my brain knows this thing in my mouth is meant for sucking. As hard as I try to avoid it, I keep pulling on the tip, and every time I do, a fresh wave of gross soap fills my mouth.
Once the pacifier is buckled in place, Daddy grabs a fresh washcloth from beneath the sink and wets it, carefully cleaning my face of the tears and drool. “Now, are you ready to be my good, sweet girl while I talk to Gunther?”
I nod miserably.Yes, Daddy.
“All right, then.” Bending down, he hoists me up into his arms and settles me on his hip. “Let’s go see what magic Gunther has worked up for us.”
CHAPTER 21
BRAM
As soon as she’s in my arms, Josie drops her head to my shoulder and I can’t help but smile at the sweet innocence of the gesture. Even when I’m the one causing her pain and discomfort, she turns to me for solace. Which is as it should be, but the move makes my heart constrict all the same.
“Shh, baby. Daddy’s got you,” I murmur as I bounce her lightly on my hip, soothing her. With her mouth full, she can’t do more than whimper in response, but the sound still fills me with joy.
Gunther looks up from her laptop when we step back into the dining room, his eyes locking on the sweet little bundle in my arms. A hunger I recognize all too well flickers across his grizzled face.
Well, isn’tthatan interesting development.
Making a note to discuss it with Colt later, I rub my hand over Josie’s back and smile at Gunther. “Apologies for my Little girl’s rudeness, friend. Were you able to get her computer set up so she can work?”
