Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Juliet
I’m so caught up in the beauty of my tiara, I miss his words at first. When they register, I wrinkle my nose at my reflection. “I already had a bath.”
“And you’ve had a very big day, with an even bigger night ahead of you.”
The mention of tonight being a “big night” makes my stomach tremble. “Could I at least have a shower, then?”
Behind me, Jasper raises an eyebrow, and my bottom clenches as if already anticipating the punishment to come. “Little girls don’t take showers.”
An argument burns on the tip of my tongue, but the day’s humiliations are still fresh enough in my mind to have me swallowing it down. And, if I’m being completely honest with myself—which I’ll admit is not a practice I engage in often—part of me simply wants to submit. After all, he’s just gifted me the most beautiful dress, complete with a sentimental backstory, and I’m loath to ruin the moment by arguing.
So I watch my reflection nod, instead. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’m rewarded with the brightest smile I think I’ve ever seen on my brother’s face. “Good girl. Put the tiara on the dresser and come with me.”
With a reluctant sigh, I place the crown carefully on the heavy wooden dresser beside me and turn to place my hand in his. Jasper leads me into his bathroom, and for a moment I simply drink in the beauty of it while he turns on the faucet in the bath. While it’s a bit darker than my personal preferences, it’s beautifully done in shades of dark gray with hints of gold and black.
And, I realize with some surprise, little splashes of teal. My favorite color.
Curious, I wander over to where the pretty hand towel hangs, running my fingers over the soft material. “How long have you been expecting me?”
“Longer than I realized, it seems.” There’s a hint of… something in his tone, as if he’s as confused by this unexpected detail as I am. “I had this bathroom finished months ago, well before you called me. Perhaps on some level, I was always expecting you to come.”
Because I’m not sure exactly how I’m supposed to feel about the fact that my stepbrother may have been harboring a secret crush all these years as well, I deliberately turn away from the towel just as he rises to his feet, the water still running behind him. “You’re sure I can’t have a shower?” Stepping closer to him, I slide my arms around his waist, tilting my head back with a slow, sultry smile. “We could share.”
“Perhaps another time, princess. Tonight is all about you.”
“Well, who am I to argue with being the center of attention?”
Tossing his head back, he laughs. “I thought you might see it that way. First, you need to potty.”
He isn’t wrong. There is a pressure in my lower belly that’s been making itself known since I woke from my nap. But it’s embarrassing to be reminded like a literal child, all the same. “I’m not an actual baby, Jasper. I know when to use the bathroom. Now, if you’ll give me some privacy?”
“I will not. And after the way you’ve acted today, I’m afraid you’ve lost the right to use the potty like a big girl. Now, who am I, Juliet?”
Shit, shit, shit. “Sorry, Daddy. It was an accident.”
“Accident or not, you are clearly feeling far too big for your britches right now.” Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turns me to face the large mirror above his sink. I watch as one large, tan hand wraps around my throat, tilting my head back ever so slightly, while the other makes its way down my body.
Need, fear, anticipation all swirl inside me as I watch his hand drift lower… lower… lower…
But he stops well north of where I want him to go and a needy whine slips from my lips.
“Do as you’re told and I might reward you, sweet Juliet,” he whispers in my ear as his hand presses on my stomach.
No. Not my stomach, I realize with growing horror. Right on that spot where the pressure has already been building, making my need to relieve myself more and more urgent as he bears down.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl!” I press my thighs together, desperate to hold the urgent need at bay until he releases me. “I just forgot!”
“Then this will help you remember how Little you actually are, won’t it? I suggest you stop fighting me, Juliet. If we’re late to dinner, I’ll have to spank you right in front of all your uncles and your Auntie Cat.”
My uncles? Plural? “Daddy, no!”
The hand on my bladder presses even harder. “Then stop wasting time, princess. Use your diaper like the good little baby you are.”
At several points during the day, I had thought he couldn’t humiliate me any more than he already had. And every single time, he found a way to up the ante.
Although, is this really worse than being forced to empty my bowels in front of a complete stranger?
Strangely, that thought helps me to relax. If I could bear everything that happened at Doctor D’s office, surely I can bear this as well.
Closing my eyes, I try to pretend I’m actually sitting on a toilet instead of being held captive in my stepbrother’s embrace as he forces me to piss myself.
“That’s my good little baby,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower purr as his lips brush over the shell of my ear. “You can do it, Juju. I believe in you.”
I believe in you . When was the last time, if ever, anyone had said those words to me?
I can’t remember, and as if by magic, they seem to unlock something inside me. A heartbeat later, my bladder releases, and the soft sound of me pissing my diaper reaches my ears.
“You did it.” Jasper’s voice is filled with awe as the hand that had been pressing on my stomach slides lower, cupping my heavy, soaked diaper. “I’m so fucking proud of you, princess.”
My eyes flutter open, taking in his expression, full of wonder and joy. And something inside me shifts, almost like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
I did that. I gave him this. Me. Nobody else.
A fierce sort of pride fills my chest at that thought. “Did I do a good job, Daddy?”
His gaze shifts, meeting mine in the mirror, and I see my own pride reflected in his eyes. “You did a very good job, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you. In fact… I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Before I can ask what he means, he moves his hand again. Sliding it up over the waistband of my diaper.
Inside my diaper.
Holy shit.
I should be horrified. Humiliated all over again. And yet, what I am is transfixed by the sight of us. Me with my pretty, fluffy dress hiked up to expose the pale pink and gold fabric wrapped around me. Jasper, as tall and strong as ever, holding me against his chest, his hand hidden by my soaking wet diaper as he begins to finger-fuck me.
That broad chest vibrates with his low, wicked laughter. “So wet for me, princess. And it has nothing to do with the fact that your diaper is full, does it?”
Pleasure and humiliation clash inside me, a confusing, intoxicating mix that makes my head spin. Letting my head fall back against him, I watch us through hooded eyes as he lowers his lips to my ear.
“I think you enjoy being my naughty baby. Don’t you, my sweet little sister? You enjoy the things your Daddy makes you do. You love being forced to debase yourself for me. Forced to do things our perfect, proper parents would be absolutely horrified by.” He chuckles again, and the sound is so utterly wicked it pulls a whimper from my throat. “Imagine if they knew what we were up to on this island. Imagine if they could see you standing here, your diaper full of piss, getting finger-fucked by your big brother. We might actually give your mother a stroke. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? You’d love a chance to show her that all those years of trying to mold her precious daughter into the perfect little society bitch were wasted on you. Wouldn’t you, Juju?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I gasp out, arching into his touch.
“I thought so. And you’re going to prove it right now by coming in your wet, heavy diaper.”
Even if I wanted to deny him, my body is already betraying me. Need coils tighter and tighter inside my core with every stroke of his clever fingers over my swollen clit.
The hand not in my diaper is still wrapped around my throat, and he tightens his grip just slightly. Not enough to deny me oxygen, but more than enough to get my attention. To let me know, in no uncertain terms, that he has my life literally in his hands.
“Come for me, my filthy little princess. Let Daddy feel your pretty cunt squeezing his fingers. I want that diaper sopping wet by the time we’re through here, baby.”
His words snap that coil inside me and pleasure floods my body as I buck against his hand, my arousal flooding my already soaked diaper.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, pulling his hand free. “My beautiful little princess. Let’s get you in that bath now.”
Still dazed by the mind-blowing orgasm he just forced on me, I let myself be led over to the tub. Let myself be stripped naked and then lifted into a pool of hot water that instantly drains the remaining tension from my muscles as I lean back against the built-in pillow with a sigh.
I can hear Jasper moving around the bathroom, and I can’t help but think maybe being his baby isn’t such a bad gig, after all.
But the thought barely has time to form in my brain before the other, logical parts of me start chiming in.
Are you really willing to lower yourself to this for some orgasms and pretty clothes? What if he wants more? What if this is just the surface of his depravity? What about your friends back home, the life you left behind? Are you really willing to give up all that freedom just because your stepbrother is finally giving you the time of day?
“You’re thinking very loudly, princess.”
I crack open one eyelid to find him kneeling beside the tub just like he did this morning, his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “I’m not thinking about anything.”
Cocking a single eyebrow, he reaches for a bottle of bodywash and squirts it onto the damp washcloth in his hand. “I highly doubt that. That busy little brain of yours is always worrying about something. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
I’m absolutely not going to tell him how conflicted I’m feeling about being his baby, so I simply shrug. “Nothing’s wrong. Just sort of going through the day’s events.”
“Ah.” Grinning now, he runs the soapy cloth over one arm, then the other. “It was a rather eventful one, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. I don’t like Doctor D very much.”
“I’d be surprised if you did. But he’s very good at keeping Little girls healthy and whole, so you’ll have to get used to him.”
I lean forward at his nudging so he can scrub my back and I nearly moan at how good it feels. “You make it sound as though I’ll be here for a while.”
“Because you will be. You’re not going back to New York, Juliet. And the sooner you can accept that, the happier I imagine we’ll both be. Up on your knees, baby. Daddy needs to clean your bottom.”
Distracted by his declaration, I don’t even think to argue as I shift up onto all fours in the tub. “You can’t just keep me prisoner here forever.”
“It won’t be forever.”
Hope flutters in my chest. “Really?”
“Of course. Eventually you’ll stop thinking of yourself as my prisoner and you’ll simply be my Little girl.”
And just like that, my hope dies a painful death. But before I can argue further, his slick finger presses into my bottom, forcing that forbidden hole open with a little pinch of pain.
“Daddy, no!” I whine. “Not again! My bottom is so sore.”
“I’m sure it is, baby. But it’s Daddy’s job to make sure you’re squeaky-clean everywhere.”
It’s useless to fight. I know it, and more importantly, he knows it. So I simply drop my head and wait for the humiliation to be over.
But I cling to the embarrassment, holding it close to my chest as he finishes my bath and wraps me in a fluffy teal towel. Because it’s the memory of these moments, these little humiliations, that will give me the strength to flee when the time is finally right.