Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Juliet
For some reason Uncle Max’s mild scolding of Victoria sticks in my craw as Jasper takes me by the hand to lead the way to his giant dining room. Perhaps because it’s another confirmation that everyone on this island is determined to treat us like actual children instead of just adults playing pretend.
And that does not sit well with me. At all.
But I don’t want to risk pissing off King Maxwell any more than I already have, so I ignore the annoyance pricking at the base of my skull as Jasper leads me to the head of the table.
Where I receive another blatant reminder of my station.
There are a handful of normal chairs placed around the long, elegant table. But there are also two highchairs, more than large enough for a full-grown woman. And one of those chairs is placed right beside Jasper’s seat at the head of the table.
Feeling bolder than I have since my visit to Doctor D’s, I tug my hand free of Jasper’s and hurry around to the other side of the table, where I unceremoniously plop down in one of the “adult” chairs.
All of our guests slow to a stop, their gazes sliding from me to Jasper as he continues his leisurely trek toward me. My heart hammers at my chest with every step he takes, until he is finally standing in front of me.
I brace myself for a lecture, or even for him to simply haul me up out of the chair for a spanking, but neither of those things happen. He simply holds out a hand, palm up. Watching me. Waiting for me to obey.
Since I have no intention of sitting in that stupid highchair, I do the first thing that comes to mind. I raise my own hand and slap my palm against his. “Good job, big brother.”
For a moment, the very air around us seems to freeze and I can hardly breathe for fear that I’ve pushed him too far. But then to my complete and utter shock, Jasper throws his head back and lets out a deep belly laugh.
“Good one, princess. Now, up out of the chair. You’re sitting in the wrong spot.”
As relieved as I am to not be bent over the table getting my bottom paddled, I’m not quite ready to give in. “No, thank you. I like this chair.”
Humor sparkles in Jasper’s eyes. “I’m sure you do. But that’s not where you’re meant to be sitting. Come, now. Be a good girl for our guests.”
I grip the seat of my chair and shake my head, my heart once again threatening to pound out of my chest. “I don’t want to.”
“Juju.” His voice takes on a warning edge. “If I have to spank you in front of your uncles and Auntie Cat, each one of them will be allowed to punish you as well. Which means you’ll be sitting on a very, very sore bottom for dinner. Last chance to do as you’re told.”
Getting my ass paddled in front of Auntie Cat was embarrassing enough. I’m not sure I could handle actually being spanked by her, or my uncles.
Which means it’s yet another game of what’s the lesser evil? Giving in and being put in the highchair, or standing my ground and enduring multiple spankings, after which I’m likely to be put in the stupid chair anyway.
It’s an obvious choice, so I force my fingers to release their death grip on my seat so I can place my hand in Jasper’s.
“Thank you for listening, princess. Up you go.”
With an ease that knocks the air from my lungs, he lifts me up and carries me to the highchair near the head of the table. Humiliation heats my cheeks as the rest of our “family” takes their places as well.
At least I’m not alone. The other highchair is soon occupied by Victoria, who makes a face and wiggles a bit as her Daddy straps her in.
Maybe the two of us can stage a coup. Overthrow our Daddy overlords and rule this island together.
Right. And maybe pigs can fly.
As soon as everyone is settled, Richard steps into the dining room, a broad smile stretched across his face. “Dinner is served.”
Two women in identical white and black uniforms sweep into the dining room, each holding a long, rectangular dish laden with something that smells as decadent as it looks. And when Jasper plucks an item from the dish closest to him, holding it up to my lips, I nearly melt into a puddle.
“Are these…”
He’s practically beaming as he feeds me the first bite. “The fig and goat cheese tarts we had in Paris, yes. You were ready to marry the chef who made them, from what I remember.”
Rich flavors explode on my tongue and I just barely hold back a moan. It’s just as delicious as I remember, but more than that, it’s the fact that he remembered.
Nobody has ever kept such a careful catalogue of these small details, and emotion clogs my throat for a moment, making it difficult to swallow.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper when I manage to get the first bite down.
“Anything for you, princess.”
The rest of dinner passes in much the same way, with him feeding me little bites of my favorite foods from our trip. Each bite is a memory, and as my stomach fills with rich, decadent food, my heart also fills with an emotion so close to love I could almost mistake it for such if it weren’t for the circumstances that brought me here.
And it’s not just Jasper I’m feeling so warmly towards by the time the final course is cleared. As the wine and food flows—well, for the adults anyway, Victoria and I are only allowed water and juice—so does the conversation and laughter.
Uncle Evan, I learn, has a particular fondness for horses and he owns several he plans to bring to the island once construction is complete. He also has a wicked sense of humor that cuts to the bone of whoever he directs his barbs at.
It doesn’t escape my notice that those barbs are never directed at myself or Victoria.
Then there’s Uncle Gideon. At first, it would be easy to assume he’s simply shy. But as I watch him, I realize nothing could be farther from the truth. There isn’t a moment that passes where he isn’t watching everyone at the table, taking note of our actions and reactions. As a result, he’s the one who catches me when I try to hide my vegetables in my napkin when Jasper’s head is turned. All it takes is a frown and a shake of his head for the guilt to sit heavy in my chest as I dump the vegetables back onto my plate with a sigh.
Victoria is seated between her Daddy and Auntie Cat, and while the former’s attention is reserved mostly for his Little girl, Auntie Cat tries to balance her attentions between us. Fussing over Victoria when she bites into a particularly hot piece of beef, then sending me a wink when I eat my vegetables without further incident.
And at the center of it all, there’s Jasper. My stepbrother is in his element, cracking jokes and telling stories about our lives together over the past decade. But his attention never strays far from me, and he always ensures I’ve eaten my fill of whatever course we’re on before he clears his own plate. When he’s not feeding me, he’s touching me, either taking my hand in his own or running his fingers over my sleek curls.
I’ve never felt so… cherished as I do in this very moment.
What am I supposed to make of that? How am I supposed to reconcile these sweet touches, the thoughtful meal, with the man who has taken such perverse pleasure in my pain and humiliation over the past twenty-four hours?
I’m still rolling the dichotomy of it around in my mind when Jasper rises from his chair. “Thank you all for joining us this evening to welcome my sweet little Juju to the island. We have one more course before we enjoy our dessert this evening.”
I count back in my mind and frown. Dessert should be the next course. So what could he possibly mean?
Before I can ask, he slides the tray of my highchair to the side and unbuckles me from the seat, lifting me into the air.
“On your knees, princess,” he says as he lowers me onto the table facing our guests.
Victoria is out of her highchair as well, eyes wide as her Daddy strips her diaper from her and passes it off to one of Jasper's staff lurking in the shadows. I watch, equal parts curious and horrified as Uncle Max frees his cock from his dress pants before settling Victoria on his lap. She gasps, her head falling back on his shoulder as his hands come up to free her pert little breasts from the top of her dress.
I’m so fascinated by them, I don’t notice Jasper undressing me the same way until I feel the cool air brush over my exposed bottom. With a gasp of my own, I tug my dress down in what I already know will be a useless attempt at modesty.
“Hands on the table in front of you, princess.”
“What are you doing?”
Behind me, Jasper chuckles, and soon the sound makes its way around the table. And as I listen to it travel, my gaze follows, and I realize that Uncle Max is not the only one enjoying the show Jasper and I are putting on for them.
Uncle Gideon and Uncle Evan have their cocks out as well, their hands wrapped around their thick lengths, leisurely stroking themselves. And Auntie Cat’s sparkly red dress is hiked up around her hips, her legs splayed and her eyes locked on my face as she runs her perfectly manicured finger tips between her glistening pussy lips
I should be horrified. Some part of me realizes that. But that part is buried beneath the realization that they are all watching me . Pleasuring themselves to me .
Four of the most powerful people in the entire world are seated at this table. And every single one of them is fixated on me.
What a fucking rush .
Riding on the high of that realization, I lower my hands to the table, bracing myself on all fours. And when Jasper flips my dress back up, exposing my most intimate parts to the entire room, I watch as everyone at the table responds in some way, sighing or groaning as they move their hands more quickly over their cocks and pussies.
“My sweet little stepsister,” Jasper murmurs from behind me, a moment before his lips press against my right bottom cheek. “Do you see what you do to us, princess?”
I do. And I love it. “Yes, Daddy.”
Another kiss, this time to the opposite cheek. “I’m going to fuck you now. In front of our family. And you’re going to show your uncles and your auntie how pretty you look when you come all over Daddy’s cock. Can you do that for me, princess?”
Though he asks it as a question, I’m aware he isn’t really giving me a choice. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Slide your hands forward, so your chest is pressed against the wood and lower your bottom to your heels.”
Mesmerized by the scene happening around me, I do as I’m told, folding myself in half on top of the table with my ass hanging a bit over the edge. Behind me, Jasper shifts, and a moment later I feel the broad tip of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy lips.
As he fills me, I look around the table again. While the others stroke themselves to the sight of my brother fucking me, Victoria bounces on her Daddy’s lap, her pretty pink nipples turning dark between his fingertips as he pinches and pulls the poor little nubs.
Our eyes meet, and something inside me clicks. We are the same, her and I, regardless of where we came from. Sisters, on a level most people couldn’t comprehend. A smile curves Victoria’s lips and I know, in my soul, she’s just had the same epiphany I have.
I’m distracted from my newfound connection with Victoria by Jasper’s hand sliding around to the front of my body to toy with my clit. Whimpering, I drop my head, giving myself over to the flood of pleasure as my brother fucks me in front of his rich, powerful friends.
No. Not my brother. Not anymore.
My Daddy .
The pleasure builds inside me with every thrust of his cock, every pinch of his fingers on my swollen little bud. And I’m lost on a sea of pleasure and need and power as I lift my head to once again take in our audience. Uncle Gideon is watching me through hooded eyes, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe as he strokes himself to the rhythm of my Daddy fucking me.
Actually, as I look around the table, I realize they’re all working in unison. Even Auntie Cat is rubbing at her swollen clit in perfect tandem with her male counterparts.
That coil of need inside me snaps, and I cry out as pleasure floods my body, my pussy spasming around Daddy’s cock as he fucks me harder, faster.
“My good little princess,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “That’s it, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock with that sweet little cunt until I fill you up. Do you want that, princess? You want to spend the rest of the night with your diaper full of Daddy’s cum?”
It’s a humiliating question. And yet, it only has my pussy spasming harder as I nod. “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good. Fucking. Girl .” Three hard, punishing thrusts, and then he’s buried to the hilt inside me, his cock swelling as he does exactly as promised, filling me with his cum.
Around us, the sound of our family’s mutual pleasure reaches its peak with a cacophony of sound that joins the ringing in my ears to make the most erotic symphony I’ve ever heard.
I watch, still fascinated, still mesmerized as Uncle Gideon swipes his finger through the pearly substance coating his cock and holds it out toward me. “Open your mouth, little one,” he coaxes softly.
Locking my eyes with his, I obey, parting my lips so he can push his finger into my mouth. I suck, another surge of power rushing through my veins when his eyes go wide and he lets out a low hiss.
Uncle Evan is next, a grin spreading across his face when I suck his finger clean without breaking eye contact. “Such a bold little thing, aren’t you, Juju?”
Without answering him, I turn my head toward Auntie Cat, accepting her musk-coated fingers with the same boldness I met my uncles with. I’m rewarded with a proud smile before she runs her clean hand over my hair and murmurs softly what a good girl I am.
And last, there’s Uncle Max. Victoria is no longer on his lap, but spread out on the table, a diaper tucked up under her. Once again, our gazes meet as her Daddy swipes his finger through her bare pussy lips and brings his fingers, coated with their mutual pleasure to my lips.
This time it’s Victoria’s gaze I keep as I suck Uncle Max’s fingers clean, and she giggles softly when I make a low “yummy” sort of sound in my throat.
“There,” Jasper says when I release Uncle Max’s hand. “You’re officially part of the family. Now, who wants dessert?”
A laugh travels around the table as he helps me to roll over so he can replace my diaper. And although I’ve been looking forward to my promised dessert all day, I know nothing will ever taste as good as the delicious taste of power I got tonight.