Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Izzy
Sadistic bastard .
I keep that thought to myself. After the strapping I got for calling Uncle Max an asshole, I have no desire to see how bad things can get for me if I start calling my Daddy nasty names.
But I do allow myself an aggravated huff. “Nothing’s wrong.”
I’m lying, of course. So much is wrong. Ever since Juju pitched me her plan to smuggle me back to New York, it’s been all I can think about. And the more I think about it, the more conflicted I feel.
I can’t tell Daddy that, of course. Not only would he lock me away somewhere to be sure I couldn’t escape, I have no doubt he’d call Uncle Jasper and tattle. And no matter how conflicted I’m feeling about my own role in our plan, I refuse to get my friend in trouble.
Unfortunately for me, my lie isn’t going to earn me any relief for the ache between my things. A fact that is confirmed when Daddy sighs and begins spanking me all over again.
It doesn’t hurt, not really. There’s a tiny bit of a sting, more than the first time but still nowhere near the burning pain of a punishment spanking. The pain is just enough to fuel the already unbearable inferno between my thighs.
I try to stay still and quiet this time. Maybe if he thinks this spanking isn’t actually affecting me the way he intended, he’ll think of some other way to interrogate me.
But I can only control my reactions for so long. It only takes a dozen or so swats for my body to take over, my hips pressing against his thighs, grinding my swollen clit against the denim of his jeans in a desperate bid for release.
“None of that, little doll,” Daddy scolds, landing several hard swats to the backs of my thighs. “Daddy decides when you get to come, not you.”
“Please, Daddy! I need to come! It hurts!”
“Aww. Poor little doll.” His voice drips with fake sympathy that, for reasons I cannot fathom, only make me ache for him more. The spanking once again pauses, and Daddy slides his fingers into my wet, aching pussy. “Does your sweet little cunt need Daddy’s cock inside it, little one? Does your poor little clitty need Daddy’s attention?”
“Yes, Daddy! Please, please, Daddy.”
“Tell Daddy what’s been bothering you, and you can have all the orgasms your body can take. And then some.”
God, it’s tempting. At this point, I would do almost anything to end this torment.
But what can I say without implicating Juliet?
Because nothing comes to mind, I just shake my head again. “N-nothing is wrong, I swear.”
“You’re lying to me, Isabella. And I’m going to warn you now, I am quickly losing patience for your lies.”
This time when the spanking begins again, the swats are distinctly harder, closer to what I’m used to when I’m being punished. I welcome the pain, the cleansing I know it will bring when it finally becomes more than I can take and shatters the heavy weight sitting on my chest.
I have no idea how long I lay over his lap, alternating between being spanked and being teased. All I know is that I’m in agony of the most delicious kind, and that I might actually die if I don’t get some kind of relief soon.
The final round that breaks me are a series of punishing spanks delivered directly to my sit-spots. That area is so sensitive and I’m already so sore and on edge, I finally cave.
“I miss New York!” I scream at last. “I just miss my home!”
Daddy’s hand comes to rest on my heated bottom, gently cupping one cheek then the other. “I thought we were past this, Isabella.”
There’s such sadness in his tone, it threatens to shatter my heart. “We are! Or, we were. I just… lately I’ve been missing it more.” I still refuse to tell him about Juliet or her plan, and I can only hope that what I have told him is enough to pacify him for now.
“Thank you for telling me the truth, little doll. Tomorrow, we’ll talk more and see if we can’t come up with a solution. For tonight, however…”
Once again, his fingers are on me. Inside me. Only now, his touch isn’t slow and teasing. Firm and demanding, he shoves me straight over the edge of oblivion, pleasure shattering me from the inside out as my screams echo around the room.
I’m still shaking from that first orgasm when he flips me onto the bed and all but dives between my thighs. My mind goes blank, overcome by need as he feasts, tongue and teeth and those clever fingers driving me to the brink again. Shattering me, again.
Just as he promised, he gives me as much pleasure as my body can take. And when I’m begging him to stop, insisting I cannot possibly take any more, he gives me more. Demands more of me than I think I can give, and yet, somehow, my body obeys.
By the time he presses his thick cock inside me, I’m boneless, mindless. When I whimper at the invasion, he lowers himself onto his elbows on either side of my head, caging me in as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“You were so good for me, Isabella. My beautiful, precious little doll. Now you’re going to lie right there and take me. You’re not going to move or make a sound while Daddy fucks this tight little pussy. Nod once if you understand.”
A single nod is about all I have the energy for, so I give him that. And then I surrender myself to the peaceful bliss of knowing nothing is expected of me. That I am, at this moment, simply a toy for my Daddy to use as he pleases. I float away, barely tethered to what’s happening as his thick cock stretches me, fills me, over and over.
Until, finally, he thrusts into me one final time, burying his face in my neck with a groan as he swells inside me, filling me with his cum.
“Such a good little doll, you are,” he murmurs, rolling to the side and pulling me into him.
And at least for tonight, he’s right.
* * *
Gideon
I lie awake well after Isabella falls asleep in my arms, my mind racing. I genuinely thought we’d gotten past her desire to return to New York, but perhaps not. Perhaps Jasper is right and Juliet’s excitement over her own surprise trip has triggered something inside my own Little girl.
Maybe I could reward her with a trip, as well. New York seems too risky, given how she disappeared. The odds of someone seeing her and recognizing her in a city that size are small, but not zero.
Paris, maybe. The ballet there is one of the best, if not the best in the world.
Perhaps I can convince Jasper to change his plans a bit. And get Maxwell to tag along as well. A little family vacation.
With my mind made up, I slide carefully out of bed and retrieve a diaper for my sweet little Isabella before heading downstairs to make a phone call.
* * *
Izzy
After a long spanking, more orgasms than my body could physically handle, and a good night’s sleep, it seems like I should have woken this morning with a mind clear of confusion or doubts.
However, the opposite seems to be the case.
If anything, I’m wracked with more worry and indecision than before. The one thing I am sure of is that my Daddy, monster he may be, holds my heart even more firmly in his hands than ever before. So while part of me still longs to return to New York and the dreams I left behind, the thought of never seeing him again threatens to shatter my heart into a million pieces.
I’m no closer to making up my mind about what to do when Juju comes storming up the stairs. “We have to find her, Daddy! I don't know where I left her!” she cries, moments before throwing open the door of my nursery and striking a pose.
“I really should have tried my hand at Hollywood, don’t you think?” Grinning, she closes the door behind her and looks around. “Did you pack a bag?”
“No. I’m… I’m not sure I should go through with this, Juju.”
Her mouth falls open in shock. “But, New York! The ballet! Your freedom!”
“I know, I know.” Popping up from the beanbag where I’d been doing my worrying all morning while Daddy went to work in his office, I pace the large room. “It’s just, I think I’m in love with him. How fucked-up is that?”
“Oooh, Izzy said a naughty word,” Juju teases with a giggle before sobering up quickly. “Real talk, though, I get it. Like, you want to be an adult and have your freedom and do all the things you used to do but on the other hand there’s… him .”
“Exactly.” Flopping back down onto the beanbag chair, I groan. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t know what to do about what?”
Juju and I both whip our heads around to stare at Tori, who is standing just inside the nursery with a curious look on her face.
“Close the door!” Juju hisses, hurrying past her to carefully shut it. Slamming it would only bring the Daddies running, and neither of us wants that until we figure out what our next move is.
“Jeez, what’s got you two so jumpy this morning?” Tori mumbles, her mouth moving into a pout as she drops onto the beanbag beside me.
I look up at Juju, silently asking if she thinks we can trust our friend not to spill the beans. Nibbling on her bottom lip for a moment, Juju gives a short, hesitant nod.
“Juju is trying to smuggle me off the island so I can go back to New York.”
“ What ?” Shock echoes in Tori’s voice as she stares at me, then Juju, and back at me. “That’s a horrible idea. Neither one of you will ever sit right again!”
If I’m being honest, getting caught hadn’t actually weighed in on my decision-making process just yet. But Tori is right. The odds of us being found out before I even make it onto the plane are pretty high, and if that happens, I have no doubt every spanking I’ve gotten up ‘til now, including the whipping on the balcony, will seem like nothing but love taps.
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take to help my friend.” Arms crossed, Juju lifts her chin in the air, the very picture of rebellion. “She can’t just give up on her dreams, Tori! What kind of friends would we be if we allowed that?”
Tori turns to me, her eyes wide and filled with worry. “Do you really miss it that much?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, tears blurring my vision. “It’s all I ever dreamed of, from the time I was actually a little girl. I’ve worked my ass off my entire life to be a ballerina.”
“But?” Tori prompts gently.
“I don’t wanna leave Daddy. I wish there was a way I could do both.”
Silence descends on the nursery, throwing me back into the pit of despair and indecision I’ve been wallowing in since yesterday, until it’s finally broken by Tori’s quiet sigh.
“Well. I think the answer’s pretty clear. We have to get you back to New York.”