Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Jasper

For now, all of the fight seems to have been drained out of my Little girl. Whether it’s because the warm bath has relaxed her or because she’s exhausted from our struggles this morning and her resulting punishment, I’m not sure. A little bit of both, most likely.

Which is more than fine by me.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I brush my fingers over the exposed lips of her pussy. Juliet jerks up, water splashing over the side of the tub as she glares at me and shakes her head, trying to close her legs.

“Stop.” I infuse the single command with as much steel as I can manage, and my little princess freezes, eyes wide with surprise and more than a little wariness.

“Little girls do not hide any part of themselves from their Daddies.” Spreading her lips apart with my fingers, I press two inside her tight channel. “Every part of your body belongs to me now, Juliet. You’d do well to remember that.”

A red flush infuses her face as I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy. And when she sucks on the pacifier, she gags around it. Hopefully she’s learning her lesson about her naughty language. She’s lucky I was feeling magnanimous and stopped at only the soap. If we continue having this issue, the next time she’ll be sucking on a soapy pacifier while she’s over my knee getting her bottom paddled with the heavy hairbrush sitting on the bathroom vanity.

Granted, I’m sure she doesn’t feel very lucky right now. It’s more likely she’s feeling very, very sorry for herself. I’m tempted to bring her to orgasm right now, to show her there can be pleasure as well as punishment at my hand.

But Doctor D has strict orders for the day of a physical exam, and though I don’t really understand why he’s asked me to touch her without letting her come, I want to make sure he’s able to give my princess the best care possible.

Unfortunately, certain aspects of her exam preparation will have to wait. Richard, my closest friend and the only person I trust to run my household, is currently out running errands to get the house ready for Juliet’s stay, so he won’t be able to assist me with the enema Doctor D prescribed. Millie, his nurse and assistant, assured me the Doctor could take care of that at the office if I was unable to do so at home, so I’m comfortable skipping that step for now.

Not letting her come, however, is one thing I can do to prepare her, so I pull my hand away from Juliet’s sweet pussy with reluctance, earning myself another glare. “Sorry, princess. You’re going to have to wait a little longer for your pleasure. Up on your knees, please.”

There’s a few tense moments before she finally moves into position and I run a hand over her dripping backside. “Good girl. Believe me when I tell you that you would hate a spanking on a wet bottom even more than usual. Hold still so Daddy can make sure you’re nice and clean for our day out.”

Without giving her much time to think about what I mean, I press a soapy finger against the winking star of her anus. Juliet jerks forward, but there’s not really anywhere for her to go. Her feet flutter in the water, but a single swat to her bottom calms her down.

The sight of my handprint, so stark on her pale flesh, has my cock jerking in my pants. But I’m not ready to take her, not yet. There are traditions to be upheld, and the first time I fuck my Little girl, I want to feel her come all over my cock.

So we’ll both have to wait.

When I’m certain she’s as squeaky-clean inside and out as possible, I lift her from the tub and dry her off before carrying her out to the nursery. I lay her out on the thick mattress of the changing table and she looks up at me, tapping a finger on the pacifier.

“Sorry, princess,” I tell her with a shake of my head as I pull the thick leather strap attached to the changing table across her stomach. “The pacifier stays until we’re ready to leave. Then Daddy will decide if you’ve been good enough to earn a treat.”

Glaring up at me, she huffs as I buckle the strap in place. And honestly, I can’t blame her. Not only is her mouth still filled with soap, her poor little pussy is practically weeping with arousal.

I’d be pretty pissed too, in her position.

Staring down at my beautiful stepsister, her cheeks aflame with arousal and indignation, something stirs in my chest. Doctor D is simply going to have to deal with a slight deviation from the plan. Her appointment isn’t until well into the afternoon, after all, so she’ll have plenty of time to recover if I decide to give her a tiny little reward.

I am her Daddy, after all. And nobody controls my Little girl’s pleasure but me.

Juliet

I’m strapped to a table, helpless, completely at the mercy of my sick, twisted stepbrother. While he treats me like a literal toddler.

This day could not possibly get any worse.

Oh, wait. There’s also the fact that if my pussy could talk, it would sit up and beg Jasper to fuck me.

I’ve been horny before. But I’ve never felt anything close to the need between my thighs now, so intense it’s actually bordering on painful.

Worse than the actual arousal is the knowledge that I must be just as sick and twisted as he is if I’m actually enjoying this humiliation.

Strong fingers wrap around my ankles, lifting my legs high enough so my bottom raises up off the cushion. I suck hard on the pacifier, thankful the taste of soap has mostly faded by now, and the fleeting thought that I wish it was his cock races through my brain.

Stop it. You are not enjoying this. You are not.

But my pussy still hasn’t gotten the message. When my legs are lowered again, this time onto something soft and cottony, I have to flex my hands to keep from reaching for my clit.

Please, god, don’t let him see how fucking turned on I am.

My prayers, as always, go unanswered.

“Look at this pretty little pussy, just dripping for Daddy. Making such a mess. But that’s okay. Daddy knows just how to keep his little princess clean.”

Before my brain can even begin to comprehend what that might mean, his hand slides up my calf, then my thigh, inching closer and closer to the place where I’m absolutely mad for him.

“You’ve had such a hard morning, haven’t you, princess?” he murmurs, the tips of his fingers stroking the bare skin of my inner thigh. “Would you like Daddy to make you feel better, baby?”

His fingers move even higher, leaving no doubt as to exactly how he plans to make me feel better. And though the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to say no, to fight, to do something, anything to get away from him, there is another part of me. A part I’ve been fighting for years to deny. The part of me that has always wondered… What if?

What if we weren’t “siblings”? What if we were simply strangers, moving in the same social circles? What if he saw me from across the room at some social function, and we made small talk, and he charmed his way into my bed?

I’ve been fighting these impossible thoughts since I was a teenager, daydreaming about my dashing, world-traveling older brother coming to rescue me from our overbearing parents. Whisking me away for a life of glitz and glamour with his equally rich, equally dashing friends.

And while this is certainly nothing like those daydreams, there is still a part of me that’s obviously harboring that crush. And it’s that part of me that comes roaring to the forefront of my consciousness, demanding we answer the question we’ve been asking since we were fifteen years old.

What if?

So even though my brain is screaming at me to stop, to fight, I find myself nodding. Silently telling him yes, please, touch me. Make it all better, Daddy.

And I’m rewarded with the brilliant flash of his smile as he slides two fingers inside me, curling up and hitting just the right spot.

I arch up as much as the restraint around my chest allows, but that feeling of being pinned, of being helpless only makes me ache for him more.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, Juliet. Such a needy little baby, so desperate for Daddy to touch her and make her feel good.”

Humiliation washes over me, heating my entire body. And fueling my need, making me hotter, wetter than before. I whine around the rubber tip in my mouth, mindless as the need overtakes and my head thrashes from side to side.

“That’s my pretty little princess. Make a mess for me, all over my hand. Let Daddy feel your pussy squeezing my fingers when you come.”

His words, and the humiliating need they inspire shove me straight over the edge and I come with a loud cry, my pussy spasming around his fingers like the good little slut I apparently am.

But I’m too far gone, too lost in the fog of pleasure clouding my brain to worry about that right now. I grin up at him around my pacifier as he wraps me in something soft.

“You did such a good job for Daddy, princess. Now, let’s get you dressed so you can go meet your Auntie Cat.”