Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Jasper
Having my sweet little stepsister over my lap, her ass turning redder and redder under my palm while she whimpers around the pacifier strapped into her mouth is even better than the fantasies I indulged in during the flight to retrieve her.
She won’t give in easily. While Tori, my friend Maxwell’s Little girl, took to this life like a duck to water, Juliet will not go so quietly.
Which is perfectly fine by me. My favorite part of getting a new toy is finding just the right way to break it.
And I am so looking forward to learning what it will take to break Juliet.
With that in mind, I shift my attention to her sit-spots, that sensitive bit of skin right where bottom and thighs meet. It hurts like hell, but more to the point she will feel this spanking every time she shifts in her seat for the rest of the flight. I have no delusions that this punishment will last beyond the time it takes for the pain to fade, but perhaps I can at least win her obedience for an hour or two.
Her struggles increase with the changeup, and for a moment her thighs spread as wide as the denim around her knees will allow and I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. She’s had a wax recently, but that’s not what catches my attention.
It’s the arousal glistening between her lips that has me grinning down at the feisty form over my knee.
Silently, I will her to give in so I can hold her. But she’s as stubborn as I remember and the pain in my palm is becoming more than I care to tolerate. Just as I’m about to have Kerry fetch my bag again so I can retrieve one of the implements I brought with me for this very reason, Juliet goes limp over my knee, her body shuddering with soft, choking sobs.
Finally.
“Come here, my little princess. Let Daddy hold you.” I gently lift her up to perch on my knee.
Tears stain her cheeks, mixed with hints of black from her mascara, running tracks through her foundation. She is a beautiful mess, and the beast inside me claws at my chest, desperate for release.
But the beast will need to wait a little while longer. There will be plenty of time to claim her once we are on the island. For now, she is a sweet bundle in my arms, quietly crying into my shoulder as I rock her gently on my lap. And that is enough.
Juliet
Exhausted from the spanking, from struggling, from my own damn emotions, I don’t have the strength to fight Jasper when he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. I’m confused, miserable, and sore, and even though he is the reason I am all of those things he is also the only person around to offer comfort. So I take what he offers, curling into him as I quietly sob, shoving the logical voices in my head into a box.
There will be time for logic later. For now, I just want to be held.
Warm lips press against my forehead and I let my eyes close. Let myself believe, just for now, that he actually cares about me even though I know it isn’t true. Because the only way I can bear what’s happening right now is to lie. To myself, to him, to whoever I have to fool to just survive until I can escape.
The heart he’s held in his hands since I was sixteen trembles as he brushes my hair from my tear-stained face. This is everything I’ve ever wanted from him, from my parents, hell from anyone in my life and it’s killing me inside to know that it’s all just pretend.
So close. And yet still so fucking far.
“My poor little princess,” he murmurs, and there’s enough fake sympathy in his voice for me to almost believe he means it. “Are you ready to be my good girl now?”
I’m ready for you to go fuck yourself.
Even if I wanted to say it, the gag in my mouth is still preventing me from speaking. Now that I’m no longer screaming and crying, I realize that in order to keep from drooling everywhere, I have to suck on the rubber tip of the gag. Which I do, tentatively at first. The gesture is… oddly soothing, and it tickles something in the back of my brain, something I’m far too tired to examine further.
So I suck, both to keep from drooling and for the strange comfort it gives me, and I nod. Yes, I’ll be his good girl.
For now.
“I’m glad to hear it. Sleep, sweet sister, and when you wake we’ll be home.”
Home . Such a horribly permanent-seeming word, and I shiver a bit at the sound of it.
“Kerry, would you bring us a blanket, please? My little one seems to be a bit chilled.”
I’m not, but I must be more broken than I ever realized because something inside me softens as he tucks the blanket around us and presses another kiss to my forehead. The gesture is surprisingly sweet, almost loving.
But no. Men don’t gag and beat the women they love, and it’s important for me to remember that.
Still, I am exhausted from my ordeal, and I’ll need my strength if I’m going to figure out how the hell to get myself out of this mess. So I do as he suggested and let sleep overtake me. And in my dreams, I am a real princess, running through the halls of my castle with a wolf nipping at my heels.
And even in my dreams, there is no escape.
Juliet
“Rise and shine, princess.”
Groaning at my brother’s far-too-cheerful voice, I roll over, yanking my blanket over my head to block out him and the sunlight streaming through the window. What the hell is Jasper doing in my bedroom anyway? Shouldn’t he be out conquering the real estate world?
Quiet laughter reaches me through the blanket, followed by the sound of something I can’t quite identify. A clicking noise I’ve never heard before. “You slept straight through the night, little girl. Time to get up and face the day.”
Little girl . The words tickle some memory in the back of my mind, but I can’t seem to access it through the fog of exhaustion clouding my brain. “Go ‘way,” I grumble instead, pulling the covers more tightly over my head.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, princess.”
Little girl. Princess.
Daddy .
Throwing off the covers, I scramble backward, pressing my back against the wall, barely noticing the hard lines that dig into my flesh as I glare at my brother. “Get the fuck away from me, Jasper!”
One dark brow lifts toward his hairline in a look that should be stern. But that effect is ruined by the twitching of his lips. “Didn’t we discuss your language last night, little girl?”
“I don’t care what we ‘discussed’. I am not letting you touch me again. I demand that you take me home immediately.”
“You are home.”
I roll my eyes, even as my stomach twists at his words. “You know what I mean. Back to New York.”
“No.”
It shouldn’t be a shock. As the events of last night come rushing back, I’m reminded there is obviously something very wrong with my stepbrother.
And yet, I can only stare at him, my mouth slightly open in response to his simple denial. “What the fuck do you mean, no ?”
“No, I am not taking you back to New York. You asked for my help, and you are getting it. On my terms. Now, are you going to get out of the crib like a big girl or do I have to get you out?”
Crib? The word freezes me in place and for the first time, I really take in my surroundings.
Like the soft pink of the sheets beneath me, with the playful teddy bears frolicking across the fabric. And the wooden slats to my left and right.
The feel of those same wooden slats pressing into my back.
Heart pounding, I let my gaze travel the room with its pretty pale-yellow walls, decorated with watercolor paintings of various zoo animals. There’s what looks to be a rocking horse in one corner, though it’s way too large for a toddler. Dark furniture provides a gorgeous contrast to the pale walls, and for a moment I’m charmed by the room.
Until I remember that I’m in this room. Sleeping in a fucking crib. After my stepbrother basically kidnapped me and beat me into submission the night before.
Charming, my ass.
Returning my gaze to Jasper’s face, I try to calm my racing heart as I glare at him. “I’ll get out if you promise to take me right to the airport.”
“That isn’t how this works, princess.”
“You can’t keep me here. It’s-it’s imprisonment or something.” I may be a little loose with the law, but even I know this is illegal as fuck.
“Or something, I’m sure. And that might be an issue if we had pesky things like laws and governments to deal with.”
“So, what? You just created your own fucking country?”
Holding his hand out flat, palm down, he wiggles it from side to side. “Technically, the island is under the rule of a neighboring country. But you’d be amazed at what people can be convinced to overlook with the right amount of money in the right hands.”
Dread settles heavy in my stomach. “There has to be someone on this island who will help me.”
“I can assure you, there is not. So what’s it going to be? Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy or do you need another spanking to help you behave?”
My ass clenches at the memory of his hard hand blistering my skin and I shake my head. “No more spankings, Jasper, I’m serious.”
“Then I suggest you start doing as you’re told. Starting with how you are supposed to address me.”
Fuck. I really, really do not want another spanking.
I also really, really do not want to call my stepbrother… Daddy . It’s wrong on levels I can’t even begin to explain and bile rises in my throat just at the thought.
“Jasper, please.” Drawing on years of practice getting what I want from our parents, I widen my eyes until the sting causes them to fill with tears. My bottom lip trembles, just a bit, before I roll my lips together as if I’m trying to hold back tears. “Please just let me go home. I’ll do whatever you want if you just send me back.”
He steps closer to the crib, lifting a hand to cup my cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing at a stray tear with such tenderness it makes me ache. Not for him, but for this promise of something I know he isn’t capable of giving me. The corners of his mouth lift in the ghost of a smile as he leans in, his lips hovering just over mine.
And for a moment, just a moment, I think he might kiss me. And I’m shocked by how tempted I am to close the gap between us, to press my lips to his.
“My sweet little princess,” he murmurs instead. “Do you really think those crocodile tears are going to work on me? I’ve watched you twist my father around your little finger for nearly ten years, Juliet. I know all of your tricks. And I am not moved.”
Fuck .
The hand on my cheek slides down to my neck, and his fingers wrap firmly around my throat. Not with enough pressure to block my airways, but with just enough for me to know he could if he wanted to.
He could end me, right here, right now, and nobody would be the wiser.
I am not turned on by that. I am not.
“Now.” His voice is practically a purr, and my stomach twists in response. “ What is my name ?”
I may be a spoiled fucking brat. But I’m not an idiot. And my pride is not worth my life.
Licking my suddenly parched lips, I swallow hard against the palm of his hand. “D-Daddy.”
And just like that, the monster disappears, and my cocky, somewhat goofy stepbrother returns with the flash of a smile. “Good girl. Time to get you bathed and dressed. We have a big day ahead of us.”