Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Jasper

Shopping, as it always has, puts Juliet in a much better mood than before. So much so, I’m able to reward her by removing the pacifier gag. And it’s a good thing her attitude is so improved, considering what’s in store for her this afternoon.

But before we get to that, Cat and I walk her over to the cafe for lunch. Between shopping and fucking my naughty little stepsister’s face, I’m famished.

As soon as we step into the bright, colorful interior of the cafe, a happy shriek meets our ears. “Auntie Cat! Uncle Jasper!”

Tori makes a beeline for Cat, who swoops her up in a tight hug, her laughter ringing out as she cuddles our “niece” to her chest. “Hello, sweet girl. I guess you aren’t holding a grudge over yesterday, then?”

Pink blossoms on Tori’s cheeks as she shakes her head, her brown curls bouncing with the movement. “No, Ma’am. I’m sorry I was so naughty.”

“Apology accepted, sweetheart. Are you feeling better today?”

“Uh-huh. Daddy brought me to get a treat ‘cuz I’ve been so good! I got a brownie as big as my head!”

“That’s right, little one.” Beaming with pride, Maxwell holds his arms out for Cat to pass his Little girl back to him. His gaze drops to my side, where Juliet is still clinging to my hand. “And this must be the lovely Juliet. I’m?—”

“Maxwell Stone,” Juliet interrupts, her tone smug. “I know who you are.”

Of course she does. He is, or was, one of the most eligible bachelors in the world until little Victoria came along. Juliet likely has a file on her phone with his likes, dislikes, everything down to his shoe size and his favorite restaurant.

It takes me a moment to identify the emotion clawing at my stomach as jealousy. I am not a man accustomed to the emotion and I don’t appreciate feeling it now. But the thought that my Little girl might have her eye on someone who isn’t me doesn’t sit well in the least.

Maxwell glances over at me, one dark eyebrow raising before shifting his attention back to Juliet. “I was going to say I’m your Uncle Max. And this is my Little girl, Victoria.”

“You can call me Tori if you want to.” From her perch on her Daddy’s hip, Tori gives a shy wave. “I like your dress.”

The snort of derision Juliet returns has Maxwell’s mouth tipping down in a frown. But my sister doesn’t seem to notice. “This thing? It’s ridiculous. Like, I know it’s a Solene original but come on . It’s hideous.”

It isn’t lost on anyone, especially not poor little Tori, that the dress Juliet is wearing is nearly identical to the one Tori has on, only in a different color. “Oh,” Tori says softly, her bottom lip trembling just a bit before she turns to wrap her arms around Maxwell’s neck, her face hidden in his shoulder.

Now the look Maxwell sends my way is full of censure, and I don’t blame him one bit. Fury bubbles in my veins as I look down at my unrepentant Little girl. “Juliet. That was incredibly rude. Apologize to Uncle Max and Victoria right now.”

“Why? I was just being honest.” She looks up at me, a too-sweet smile plastered on her face. “Wouldn’t you want me to be honest, big brother?”

“There is a difference between honest and cruel, little girl. Apologize. Now.”

“I’m not going to apologize for sharing my opinions.”

“All right. Then I’m sure your Uncle Max will be happy to teach you a lesson in manners. Max?”

With a predatory smile stretched across his face, Max nods. “Gladly. Cat, would you mind taking Victoria for me while I deal with our naughty little niece?”

“What?” Juliet’s voice is so shrill it nearly makes me wince as she jerks her hand from mine and takes a stumbling step backward. Eyes wild with horror, she looks from me to Maxwell and back again. “You can’t let him spank me!”

“I absolutely can, and will, Juliet. You were very rude and you hurt Victoria’s feelings. Since you don’t want to apologize on your own, you can apologize from over Uncle Max’s lap.”

“Daddy, no!” As her protests turn to wails, Juliet throws her hands behind her, as if that will be enough to protect her from any punishment she’s earned. “I don’t want him to spank me, please, Daddy!”

The hint of panic in her voice, combined with the fact that she’s called me Daddy without prompting, cracks my resolve and I hold up a hand to halt Maxwell, who narrows his eyes at me.

Ignoring him for the time being, I turn to Juliet. “If you apologize right now, Uncle Max won’t spank you. But there will be consequences when we return home. Those are your choices, Juliet.”

It’s fascinating to watch the struggle play out on her face. For someone who grew up in a household and a social circle where masking your emotions is a skill taught from birth, Juliet has never been able to hide hers very well. At least, not from me. I watch as anger, worry, defiance, and a jumble of other feelings dance in her eyes.

Eventually, her shoulders slump forward. “Sorry,” she mumbles, so quietly I can barely hear her.

“Apologize to Victoria, loud enough so she can hear you, please.”

With a dramatic sigh, Juliet looks over at Tori, who is clinging to Cat as she watches the scene unfold with wide eyes. “I’m sorry I said our dresses were ugly. They’re just… not really my style.”

“Oh, but you look so pretty!” Tori gushes excitedly. “Like a real princess. Doesn’t she look like a princess, Auntie Cat?”

“She does.” Cat’s agreement is delivered with an approving smile. “Perhaps you and Juliet can have a playdate sometime soon and you can show her your princess dresses. We could have a princess tea party.”

Squealing with excitement, Tori claps her hands together. “Please, oh please, oh please , Uncle Jasper! Could we?”

I glance over at Maxwell, who does not look at all mollified by Juliet’s apology and I bite back a sigh. Of all the people on the island, Juliet had to piss off the one man with enough power to make my life miserable on and off the island. “That’s up to your Daddy, sweetheart.”

“Daddy, can we please have a tea party, please?”

Maxwell’s expression changes in a fingersnap, the indulgent smile he usually wears whenever Tori is around making a reappearance. “We’ll see, little one. Let’s give Juliet a few days to get settled in before we start making plans.”

Bottom lip puffed out into a pout, Tori sighs. “Okay, Daddy.”

“There’s my good girl. We need to get going now. Daddy needs to get back home for a big meeting.”

“You always have a big meeting,” Tori whines as Cat passes her back to Maxwell.

“I know, little one. And you’re being so patient today. Daddy is very proud of you.”

Their conversation fades as they leave the shop. The moment the door shuts behind them, Juliet crosses her arms and glares up at me. “You wouldn’t really let him spank me.”

It’s delivered as a statement of fact rather than a question, and my palm physically itches to connect with her bottom. But we have an appointment to get to after lunch, so teaching my naughty girl a lesson in manners will have to wait until we get home.

For now, however, I am happy to disabuse her of whatever notions she has that she has any say over what happens to her on this island. Capturing her chin in my hand, I force her head back, a dark sort of satisfaction swelling inside me when her eyes go wide.

“Let me make something crystal clear, right now. From the moment you stepped onto that plane, you became my Little girl. Which means your body is mine to do with as I please. You have no say over who bathes you, dresses you, feeds you, or punishes you. If I want to strap you to a table and let every one of your Uncles fuck your pretty little pussy, there is nothing you could do to stop me. So to answer your question, yes, I would absolutely let your Uncle Max spank you. I would let your Auntie Cat spank you. Hell, I would let Alex, the owner of this cafe spank you if I thought it was necessary to teach you a lesson.” Gripping her face tighter, I lean down, my voice dropping to a growl. “I own you, Juliet Blackwood. The sooner you come to terms with that, the happier we both will be.”

Juliet

“You don’t own me.”

My protest is meant to sound defiant. Confident. Instead, it comes out as little more than a scared whisper, adding humiliation to the fear and anger churning in my gut.

Jasper smiles. At least, that’s what the curving of his lips should be called. But there’s no warmth, no cheer in the gesture at all. There is only a cruelness that nearly stops my heart.

“Oh, but I do, Juliet. You made your choices, and they led you to me. Now the only choices you have are obey or be punished. Because naughty Little girls like you who can’t be trusted to do the right thing lose their right to make their own decisions.”

“That’s not how the world works, Jasper!” My voice has regained some of its strength, but I still don’t sound nearly as confident as I would like. I feel even less confident. “You can’t just claim you own someone. There’s laws against that kind of thing.”

“My sweet little sister. Haven’t you realized yet that unlike you, I am not beholden to anything as pedestrian as laws? The only law here is my word.”

Cold settles in my stomach, making me vaguely nauseous. “There has to be someone you answer to.”

“Maxwell would be the closest thing to a king we have here on the island. If you’d like to ask him for mercy, be my guest.”

Great. The one person who might have been able to help me, and I’ve already pissed him off.

Maybe if I give him some time to cool off, show him and all the others I can be as sweet and obedient as Victoria, maybe then he’ll soften enough for me to convince him to send me home. Even with all the holes Auntie Cat pointed out in my plan earlier, I’m determined to get the hell off this island. I’ll beg, I’ll plead, I’ll play whatever part my parents want me to, as long as it means I can be free again.

But in order to have a chance in hell of any of that happening, first I’ll have to play the part Jasper so desperately wants me to play. Daddy’s good Little girl.

Fuck me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Sniffling delicately, I let my bottom lip wobble just a bit, as if I’m valiantly holding back tears. “I just… it’s been really hard today. But I’ll be good. I promise.”

Doubt flickers in Jasper’s eyes, but he nods slowly at my apology. “It has been a hard day, hasn’t it, Juju? Come on, let’s get some lunch with Auntie Cat, and then you and I have an appointment.”

“What kind of an appointment?” I ask as he and Auntie Cat lead me to the front counter.

“Just a quick check-up. Doctor D is very excited to meet you.”

Why do I have a feeling that I won’t be nearly as happy to meet this mysterious Doctor D?