Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Juliet

With my hair in two perfect braids down either side of my head, Auntie Cat finally deems me ready to be seen in public. Taking my hand in hers, she leads me back down the stairs to where Jasper is waiting for us in the entryway. Beside him is a tall, broad-shouldered man with hair nearly as dark as Auntie Cat’s.

They both turn as I approach, wide smiles stretching across both their faces.

“Richard!” Letting out a happy squeal, I race for him, giggling as he catches me and spins me around, the way he always has. He and Jasper met in school, and the fact that he was a scholarship kid instead of one of the wealthy elite always was a thorn in our parents’ collective sides.

Which is part of why he’s one of my favorite people in the whole world.

“There’s my favorite brat,” Richard says with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Imagine my surprise when your Daddy told me he was bringing you here.”

My heart drops into my stomach. “Oh my god. Don’t tell me you’re like them .”

Beside him, Jasper frowns, but Richard just laughs again. “You mean a Daddy? I absolutely am. Alice and I leapt at Jasper’s offer to come to the island. Hopefully one day we’ll have our own Little girl and you two will be best of friends.”

Well, there goes any hope that I might find an ally in Richard. “I wanna get down now, please.”

“Aw, don’t be angry, little bit. Give it a chance, I think you’ll like it here.” With another squeeze, he puts me on my feet between him and Jasper.

“You were right as usual, Cat,” Jasper says, running a hand over one of my braids. My heart leaps at the touch, and I silently berate myself for enjoying even a second of his attention. “She looks adorable. Did you tell your Auntie Cat ‘Thank you’, princess?”

Something akin to dread settles in my stomach as the weight of three expectant stares settles on me. I should obey. I should just play along while I’m here, until I can figure out some kind of plan.

But the knowledge that I’m stuck here has settled like a burr under my skin, and the fact that I unwittingly did this to myself only makes it itch more. “No.”

Jasper’s smile doesn’t waver as he gives my braid a playful tug. “What do you say when someone does something nice for you, Juju?”

My bottom clenches involuntarily, as if it’s trying to remind me that misbehavior has consequences on this island. Consequences I am not willing to face again any time soon.

Still, I’m not quite ready to give in. “Can we just go? Solene is waiting.”

Now Jasper does frown. “Juliet. Say ‘Thank you’ to Auntie Cat, or we will go to Solene’s without you and you can stay here with Richard while we pick out your wardrobe ourselves. I already know your general size, and Solene will be happy to make any adjustments we need later.”

Dammit. He knows exactly what button to push to gain my compliance. I might have been stubborn enough to earn myself another spanking, but I’m not about to leave my brother in charge of my wardrobe.

“Thank you, Auntie Cat,” I mumble without bothering to look at her.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Nothing about her tone says she’s bothered by the interaction, and I feel a little niggle of guilt about being so shitty to her.

Nope. None of that. She’s just as much a part of my brother keeping me here as anyone. I refuse to feel guilty for giving them back a little bit of their own.

“Good girl,” Jasper says with another gentle tug on my braid, and damn my heart for fluttering a bit at the praise. Shifting a bit, he gestures to the man beside him. “Juliet, Richard runs the household, so if there’s anything you need or want and I’m not available, you can ask him.”

Richard winks. “As long as your Daddy says it’s okay.” Leaning down, he drops his voice. “I have to say that when he’s around.”

“Don’t encourage her, Rich.”

“Now what’s the fun in that?”

Shaking his head, Jasper picks me up and settles me on his hip, shooting a mockingly stern glare in Richard’s direction. “If you spoil her, you’ll have to deal with her tantrums.”

Richard’s smile turns indulgent as he tickles me. “Aw, she’ll be a good girl for us, won’t you, Juju?”

“Maybe,” I say with an uncharacteristic giggle.

“Brat. You two better get going before Solene turns into a holy terror. Her Mommy will have all our heads if that happens.”

“Say goodbye to Richard, Juju,” Jasper says in the same sing-song voice one might use with an actual toddler.

I roll my eyes, but I’m not quite ready to test any of them by outright disobeying, so I wave. “Bye, Richard.”

“Bye-bye, sweetheart. Enjoy your day out! And bring me one of those lemon scones from the bakery if you stop by.”

Jasper carries me out to the waiting car and as we pull away from the house, all I can think is what a bizarre fucking day I’ve had.

And it’s not even lunchtime.

Juliet

The ride to Solene’s is filled with conversation, mostly between Jasper and Auntie Cat, though they do try to draw me in by asking what kind of dresses I might like. But since I doubt they’ll appreciate my honest answer of “Anything that doesn’t make me look like an overgrown toddler” I simply shrug and look out the window.

It isn’t until the car parks on the street just outside a storefront with Solene’s in giant script above the door that I allow myself to feel excited. Solene was one of my favorite designers and a good friend before she just up and disappeared.

Without waiting for the driver to let us out, I dive for the door and shove it open. Jasper and Auntie Cat call after me, but I ignore them and make a run for the front door of the shop.

Solene is standing there in the middle of the store, looking… nothing like I remember her.

The Solene I knew was always dressed in some edgy outfit of her own making, with pin straight hair cropped just above her shoulders. This Solene looks like a living doll in a dress that barely brushes the tops of her thighs, and layers upon layers of tulle. She’s grown her hair out and the jet-black locks are styled into perfect ringlets.

“Juliet.” Like her appearance, her voice is completely different. Tighter, colder than I remember it, and it’s her voice that stops me in my tracks.

“Solene. God, I’m so happy to see you.” I step forward, but stop again when Solene blinks, then frowns.

“Why would you be happy to see me?”

“Um, well.” It’s not often I find myself at a loss for words, but I’m so taken aback by Solene’s ice-princess demeanor, my usual chattiness abandons me. “Because I missed you. You just sort of disappeared and nobody knew where you went.”

“You missed my clothes, you mean.”

“No. Well, I mean yes . Nobody holds a candle to you, as far as I’m concerned. But mostly I just missed my friend.” Okay, that might be laying it on a little thick. Am I happy to see Solene? Yes. Did I spend a few days worrying about her when word got out that she’d vanished? Also yes.

But did I actually do anything to try and find her? Did I actively miss her as part of my social circle?

Not really. And I’m not exactly sure what that says about me as a person.

It’s not a question I’m very comfortable with.

The frown on Solene’s face deepens. “We weren’t friends, Juliet.”

Before I can ask her what she means, the door behind me opens and I spin around to find a very annoyed Jasper and Auntie Cat glaring down at me. “Come here, Juliet.” My brother’s words are steel, and my hands instinctively fly behind me to protect my bottom.

“Why? I didn’t do anything!”

“One.”

Embarrassment heats my cheeks at being treated like a child in front of Solene of all people. I mean, I guess she’s into this kind of thing but still. “Why are you counting?”

Jasper only raises a brow in that stupid look he has that makes my bottom clench instinctively. “Two. Do not make me get to three, little girl.”

Dragging my feet, I force myself to cross the distance between us. Jasper grips my chin, tilting my head back and forcing me to look into his unreadable eyes. “You do not get out of the car without an adult. When we are in public, I expect you to hold my hand, or the hand of whoever is responsible for you. I am not going to spank you, because you didn’t know, but if it happens again I will bend you over right on the sidewalk and blister your bare bottom. Am I making myself perfectly clear, Juliet?”

“Yes.” Relief at not having to endure another punishment overshadows the embarrassment of being scolded like a naughty little girl in public. At least for a moment.

“Yes, what? Who am I, Juliet?”

I don’t want to say it. I especially don’t want to say it in front of Solene. But I also don’t want to risk provoking him. “Yes… Daddy.”

Pride lights up his whole face. “There’s my good girl. Are you ready to see what Solene has for you today?”

“Yes, please.”

Auntie Cat runs a hand down one of my braids, warmth beaming from her smile. “I do love a well-mannered Little girl,” she says with a soft sigh. “I’ve already had Solene set aside some pieces I think you might enjoy, but you can look around if you like and pick some things out for yourself. Everything in here can be customized.”

“Any customizations will take at least two months,” Solene says, her lips pressed into a tight smile. “I do have clients off island and I’m afraid I have a bit of a backlog.”

“Oh?” Ice coats Auntie Cat’s voice, reminding me more of the Catharina I once knew and I step to the side, straight into Jasper’s arms. “Well, that will never do. We can’t have our favorite designer working herself to exhaustion. Where’s Myra?”

A woman steps out of the back room, her lips curved up in a welcoming smile. Generous curves are highlighted by a tight pinup-style dress that cinches in at the waist to further accentuate her hourglass figure. The look is topped off by a pair of cat-eye glasses and dark hair pulled up in a severe bun that gives her the appearance of a sexy school teacher. “Cat, Jasper. So lovely to see you both. Is there something I can help you with?”

I watch, fascinated as Auntie Cat presses a hand to her heart, a look of faux concern on her stunning face. “Your darling Little Solene just told us how backed up she is. We don’t want her overworking herself, poor thing. Is there anything we can do to help?”

Myra’s lips turn down in a frown that only adds to the stern schoolmarm look. “We have a couple of orders in the queue, but nothing we can’t handle.”

“Oh. So if we needed something customized, it wouldn’t take very long at all?”

“No. A week, maybe two depending on which item you’re asking about. Sooner if you’re willing to pay the rush fee.” Turning, Myra plants her hands on her hips. “Solene? What’s this all about?”

Pink rushes to Solene’s cheeks as she shifts uneasily from one foot to another, looking as much like a naughty little girl as I have felt all morning. “Nothing, Mommy. Just, um, a misunderstanding, is all.”

“That must be it,” Auntie Cat says, nodding her head. “Because I knew when Solene said it would take two whole months for a custom order because of your backlog that couldn’t be quite right. I’m glad to know it’s all just a miscommunication.”

Myra’s eyes narrow. “Solene. Did you lie to Ms. Cat about your workload?”

Practically dancing in place now, Solene shakes her head. “No, Mommy! I just mis’membered!”

“Well, let’s see if a hot bottom won’t help you remember how you are supposed to treat our clients.”

Horrified, I stand rooted to the spot, Jasper’s arms tight around my waist as Myra drags a whining Solene over to a chair. In a move so smooth it nearly has my jaw dropping, she has Solene over her knee, pulling her… holy shit is that a diaper ? It looks like it, and Solene deftly removes it, setting it aside as she holds her Little girl over her lap. Something tickles the back of my mind, but I’m too distracted by the scene in front of me to pay it much notice.

“Mommy, no! I don’t wanna spankin’!” Solene wails, kicking her feet for all she’s worth.

But Myra simply locks one long leg over both of Solene’s, trapping her in place. “Cat, you wouldn’t happen to have your brush with you, would you?”

“Of course.” Reaching into her tote, Auntie Cat pulls out a large, rectangular hairbrush with a sleek wooden back, much like the one she used to brush my hair earlier, and hands it to Myra.

“Thank you. I don’t know what has gotten into my Little girl, but I can promise you it will not be an issue ever again.”

With that, Myra smacks the brush against Solene’s bare skin, and the air comes alive with Solene’s howls of pain as the brush connects over and over again. And although I know I should be horrified by what’s happening in front of me, I can’t take my eyes off Solene’s ass, which is growing pinker and pinker by the second.

“Owie, owie, owie! I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry!”

As I watch my not-friend struggle and cry over her Mommy’s knee, my stepbrother gathers my dress in one hand, his other sliding down into my panties. “Do you like watching pretty Solene get her bottom spanked, princess?”

“No!” But I already know my protest is in vain. Because his hand is about to discover a truth I can’t hide.

“Liar,” he says with a low chuckle as his fingers slide into my soaked pussy. “You’re so wet, I’m going to need to change your diaper when this is all done.”

Need pierces me, so fierce it’s actually painful as he strokes my swollen clit.

I’m so overwhelmed by it, by him, it takes a moment for his words to fully register. For me to realize what that tickle was trying to tell me. And when I do, it’s enough to shock me out of my pleasure-induced trance.

“Wait. Did you say diaper ?”