Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Juliet

What the actual fuck is happening?

Either my stepbrother has lost his goddamn mind or I’ve hit my head and this is all some kind of very messed-up coma dream. Both options seem equally plausible in their own way.

At a loss for words, I scramble to address the most immediate, pressing concern. “I am not calling you Daddy. I don’t even call your father that. Hell, I don’t even call my father that.”

The slight, teasing smile Jasper has been wearing during this entire conversation spreads to a wide grin. Not for the first time, I’m struck by how stupidly gorgeous my stepbrother is. I know my fair share of men who have paid good money for a jawline just like his. Add in the deep brown eyes and the hair that’s always just a little mussed, giving him that boy-next-door charm and it’s a package guaranteed to make even the smartest girls a little stupid.

Including me, as evidenced by the fact I’ve had a secret crush on him for nearly as long as I’ve known him. And by the fact that I haven’t punched him in his annoyingly pretty face yet.

“Good,” he says with a short, triumphant nod. “Then there should be no confusion on your part.”

Jesus, was he born this cocky or did he have to practice? Probably a bit of both, considering his father is the same damn way. And fuck me if I don’t find it hot as hell, at least where Jasper is concerned.

Like mother, like daughter, I guess.

Pulling on my own training from my bitchy, overbearing mother, I pin him with a furious gaze. “The only person who’s confused here is you if you think for one fucking second I’m giving into these ridiculous demands. Turn this plane around now , Jasper.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

I watch, mesmerized as he shrugs out of his perfectly tailored custom suit jacket and drapes it over the empty chair to his right. He removes the simple silver cufflinks at his wrists, tucking them in his pocket before folding the cuff of his dress shirt up. The move exposes a bit of his toned, tanned forearm and a familiar tingle makes itself known between my thighs.

Jerking my gaze from that flash of oddly tantalizing flesh, I narrow my eyes at him. “And why the hell can’t you do that?”

“Because.” He shrugs, and more of his forearm appears with another roll of his sleeve. “I don’t want to.”

Shock nearly renders me speechless. “You don’t want to?”

“No.” Looking up at me as he finishes rolling his sleeve to his elbow, he flashes a grin so boyishly charming it makes my head spin. “You see, Juju, I’ve been looking for something for a very long time. And I’m fairly certain what I’ve been looking for… is you.”

“Me?” Despite the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me, his words make my heart flutter with pleasure.

“Yes. I never really looked at you that way before. But when you called me asking for my help, well, something just sort of clicked for me.”

“ What clicked for you?”

Instead of answering me, he leans over and presses the button to release my seatbelt, pulling me up out of my seat. And before I can even begin to process what his intentions might be, I find myself jackknifed over one muscular thigh, staring down at the patterned carpet beneath me.

“Jasper! Let go of me this instant!”

“No.” There’s no heat in his answer. In fact, he sounds downright cheerful as he refuses my demand.

What. The. Fuck.

“Let me go or I will call the police the second we land! I mean it, Jasper!”

His entire chest vibrates with laughter. “You are welcome to try. But the only ‘police’ presence on the island is the security I and my friends have bought and paid for.”

A chill races up my spine at his words. And it occurs to me then that I know absolutely nothing about where I’m going.

Or the man I call my brother.

While I’m frozen, trying to come to grips with the horror of my new reality, Jasper manages to wrestle my shorts down to my knees. A fact I don’t really notice through my panic until his hand comes to rest on the bare skin of my ass.

“You are a spoiled brat, Juliet Blackwood. But no worries. Daddy’s going to teach you how to be a good girl.”

Pain explodes across my right asscheek and it takes me a moment for my brain to process what’s happening. And even then, I can’t quite believe it.

Is he… Is he fucking spanking me ?

There’s another explosion of pain, leaving no doubt in my mind. I am bare-assed over my stepbrother’s lap, getting spanked like a naughty little girl while he calls himself Daddy.

If it didn’t hurt so fucking much, I would definitely be leaning toward the coma- dream option. But the pain is a clear indication this isn’t a dream and is horrifyingly, humiliatingly real.

While my mind struggles to accept this reality, my body goes into fight or flight mode. Or, in this case, fight-to-flight mode. Because I’m ready to flee, even if it means finding a parachute and throwing myself right out of this fucking plane—but I have to actually get away from him, first.

“Let me go, you sick sonofabitch!” I scream, kicking and twisting and jerking against his hold on me for all I’m worth.

But my brother seems to be in possession of some kind of superhuman strength, because all my kicking and flailing gets me absolutely nowhere. He does pause the spanking for about five seconds, which is approximately how long it takes him to throw one of his legs over both of my own, pinning me in place even more effectively than before.

It burns. Every single swat that rains down on my bare ass feels like someone has lit a match on my skin. I’ve had a few guys in the past who were into some kinky shit, and I don’t mind a little pain with my pleasure, but nothing has ever compared to the feel of Jasper’s hard hand against my flesh.

For a while, I fight with everything I have in me, but it isn’t long before my energy simply runs out and I collapse over Jasper’s knee, panting for breath.

“Jasper, please.” To my utter humiliation, my screams of outrage have turned to whining pleas. “Please let me go.”

Relief floods my body when he lets his hand come to rest on my bottom, softly stroking the heated flesh. “Now we’re getting somewhere, princess,” he says with a quiet chuckle.

Ugh. Princess. Yet another nickname he knows I’ve always hated. Princess Juju, he called me, back when our parents first became an item. It always felt more like an insult than a sweet pet name, which seemed fitting for an assholeish older brother.

Before I can find the strength to snarl at him about it, he gives my ass a hard squeeze, hard enough to make me yelp at the flash of pain. “Let’s go over your rules again, shall we?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him exactly where he can shove his rules , but with his hand still firmly gripping my ass, my self-preservation kicks in and I keep my mouth shut for once in my life.

“One, you will listen to Daddy. When I tell you to do something, I expect your immediate compliance or you will find yourself right back here. Two, you are never to leave the house without an adult by your side. That includes even just going outside to play.”

“I am an adult!” Not that I sound like one with all the whining. Already he’s reduced me to a petulant child.

Ugh.

“You are not. You are a naughty, spoiled Little girl and you will be treated as such for the foreseeable future.” Without giving me a chance to argue, he continues on. “Rule three, you will always speak with respect. That includes to my staff. I will warn you now that every single person in my household has my permission to discipline you as needed or to report your misbehavior directly to me. Should you be disciplined by any of my staff, or if I have to punish you for any misbehavior they have reported to me, you will receive a second spanking right before bed.”

Oh hell no. “I am not letting a bunch of strangers put their hands on me!”

The hand on my ass tightens, and I can’t quite stop the whimper that escapes my lips at the flash of pain. “You will if I say you will, little girl. But if you don’t want to be punished by my staff, the simple solution is to behave yourself when you are in their care. Let’s move on to rule four, since that’s what got you in this mess to begin with.”

Really? He’s blaming me for the fact that he tricked me into coming to his stupid island and then assaulted me?

Fucking billionaires.

“While there is no police force on the island, as I mentioned, we do have very strict rules. If it would be considered a crime back home, you can safely assume it will be considered the same on the island. And any criminal activity on your part will be met with far worse than just a spanking over Daddy’s knee. Am I making myself crystal clear, little girl?”

The only thing I’m clear about is my desire to get the fuck away from him as soon as possible. But again, I do have some sense of self-preservation. “Yeah, you’re clear.”

“And that brings us to the final rule. Your response right now should be ‘Yes, Daddy’. Try again, Juliet.”

Absolutely the fuck not. Twisting my torso as much as I’m able, I glare up at him. “I’ll go along with your other bullshit rules, but there is no fucking way I’m calling you Daddy .”

I feel his sigh as much as hear it, and despite my bravado, fear races up my spine. “Kerry, would you bring me my bag, please?”

“What? What bag?” Panic, borne of some long-forgotten prey instinct buried deep in my DNA, sends a flood of adrenaline through my system and again I’m fighting for all I’m worth to escape.

And again, his hold on me does not give an inch.

Kerry appears a moment later, and I crane my neck to watch as Jasper pulls something from the front pocket.

“Thank you, Kerry.” Lowering his gaze to meet mine, his dark eyes glitter with excitement. “Open your mouth, Juju.”

I can’t quite see what he has in his hand, but I am absolutely sure I do not want it in my mouth. Pressing my lips together in a tight light, I glare up at him.

“Still feeling stubborn, I see. That’s all right. Daddy knows how to get stubborn Little girls to obey.”

Fuck. I brace for another round of spanking, determined to keep my mouth shut no matter how painful it is.

But he doesn’t light into me as I expect. Instead, he releases his hold on my ass and with his free hand does something that is so annoying-older-brother-coded I might have laughed if I wasn’t so terrified of giving him access to my mouth.

He pinches my nose shut.

I can’t breathe. And it’s only a matter of time before the oxygen in my lungs runs out. Another rush of panic-fueled adrenaline gives me the energy to fight, but no matter how I twist my head or try to claw at his arm, his fingers don’t budge.

My lungs feel like they’re going to burst, but I manage to hold out until my vision goes black at the edges before my survival instincts override my willpower and my mouth flies open on an explosive exhale.

Jasper wastes no time in shoving the thing in his hand into my mouth. Rubber hits my tongue and when he finally releases my nose, I cross my eyes to try and see what it is.

As I’m trying to make sense of exactly what’s happening to me, Jasper pulls two leather bands across my face, buckling them behind my head and it finally clicks.

He’s fucking gagged me.

“If you cannot speak to me with respect, you will lose your right to speak at all,” he says, and from the tone of his voice he might as well be telling me about the weather. Out of everything, that seems the most unfair, that he should be so unaffected by what he’s doing to me when I am a mess of conflicting, wild emotions.

I try to tell him to fuck himself, but the words are muffled by the gag in my mouth.

The gag does little, however, to muffle my cries when the spanking begins again.