If there is a straight woman alive who could resist that sight, I’ve never met her.
Now he’s stomping toward me, dark eyes blazing with a hunger that has my breath catching in my throat. My heart trips in my chest when he swings me up into his arms with the same ease he swung the ax, and carries me up the stairs.
“Where are you supposed to be right now, Josephine Elise?”
His voice is a low growl that sends shivers straight to my pussy. “At the table. But I needed you.”
A muscle in his jaw jumps and my tummy twists. “Am I in trouble?”
“Oh, yes. You are Daddy’s very naughty Little girl and you need to be punished.”
There’s something different about his tone. It isn’t the stern, unyielding tone I’m used to when I’mactuallyin trouble, though it is rough. Harsh in a way that nearly pulls a whimper from me as he strides into my nursery.
“First things first, my Little girl needs to potty.”
As they always do, my cheeks heat with embarrassment at his words. “That’s why I was looking for you,” I confess, pressing my face against his shoulder. “Uncle Colt said I wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom and sent me to find you.”
“Uncle Colt is right.” Laying me out on the changing table, he presses on my bladder. And unlike all the times before, it only takes a few seconds for the organ to give way and for the cotton covering my bottom half to grow damp.
Tears prick my eyes at the humiliation of it all. Even if I did end up staying here the rest of my life, I don’t think I’d ever get used to being forced to piss myself on a regular basis.
That thought reminds me of the email I sent, and I’m filled with sadness at the idea of leaving him. Of leaving my family. Despite everything they’ve put me through, I love them all so fucking much it makes me ache.
“My smart, pretty little bug,” Daddy murmurs, his voice tinged with awe as he peels the soaked diaper from me, followed by my dress. “You were such a good girl for me, Josie-Posie. Almost good enough for me to change my mind about punishing you.”
Again my heart speeds up as he lifts me into his arms again to carry me back to the bedroom. He’s so gentle as he lowers me to the bed it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
What is going on?
“My beautiful, sweet, smart babygirl.” Soft kisses feather along my jawline between every word of praise. “I’m so in aweof you, Josie. The life you built for yourself after such incredible loss. You’re so fucking strong, little bug, and I’m so proud of you.”
Oh, god. My heart feels like it might actually shatter in my chest at his words. “You are?”
“Of course I am, baby.” Down and down he goes, leaving a trail of fire along my skin as he kisses his way down my neck to the swell of my breasts, pausing there to pull one stiff peak into his mouth. Need coils low in my belly as I arch up with a cry, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Releasing my nipple, he looks down at me through hooded eyes. “You could have given up. You could have let your grief bury you. But you didn’t. You were so strong, for so long. But you don’t have to be strong anymore, bug.”
Closing my eyes, I let the pleasure of his mouth on my breast wash over me, hoping it will rinse away the guilt threatening to smother me. I don’t deserve his sweet words, his gentle touches, not after what I’ve done to him.
To our family.
“I-I thought this was a punishment,” I manage to gasp out as he continues his slow trek down my body.
His laughter vibrates against my belly. “There’s more than one way to teach a naughty girl a lesson, Josie-Posie.”
With that, the weight of him disappears, and I pry my eyes open to watch as he crosses to the same trunk from the other day. He retrieves the teal rope again, but this time he has something else in his hands, something that looks like silver earrings.
Setting the earrings aside, he unwinds the rope, his glittering gaze locked on me. “I’m going to hurt you, Josie. Do you know why?”
Fear and need buzz up and down my veins as I watch him kneel between my thighs, the silken rope in his hands.
“Because I didn’t stay where you put me?”
“Partly, yes. That’s what the rope is for, to remind you that when Daddy tells you to stay where you are, he means it.”
It doesn’t seem fair for him to punish me for that when it was his brother who sent me to find him. But I’m too enraptured by the fluid motion of his hands as he slides the rope beneath my body to argue.
“But that’s only part of the reason I’m going to hurt you. The real reason is simply because I want to.”
