Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Juliet

“Will you tell me where we’re going now ?”

From his spot on the seat beside me, Jasper chuckles and shakes his head. “I already told you, princess. It’s a surprise. The next time you ask, you’ll spend the rest of the drive with Daddy’s cock in your mouth. Understood?”

Slumping down in my seat with a dramatic sigh, I fold my arms over my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”

It’s been two days since my “welcome to the family” dinner and while I wish I could say I’ve been on my best behavior, the truth is I’ve spent just as much time over my Daddy’s lap as not in that time frame. Not that he seems to mind, as every spanking ends with his thick, hard cock in my mouth. He’s fucked my face plenty of times since dinner, but my pussy only once as a reward for picking up my toys when he asked without arguing.

The cause and effect is clear, even to me. Behave, and get orgasms. Misbehave, and get a spanking, without the pleasure.

While I can’t say I approve of his methods, they have proven somewhat effective. This morning I didn’t argue once when he forced me to wet my diaper before putting me in the tub, where he proceeded to wring three mind-blowing orgasms from my body as he washed me.

It’s almost enough to make me want to be a good girl all the time.

Almost.

I still haven’t forgotten my plan to prove what a sweet, obedient Little girl I am like Victoria, so that maybe one of my uncles will take pity on me and help me return home. But the one time I even casually mentioned going back home in front of Uncle Evan, he just laughed and kissed my forehead and told me not to worry about such silly things. And, judging by how in sync the rest of my new family seems, I have a feeling all of my uncles will have a similar response.

The car slows, and I sit up straighter in my seat, all thoughts of escape and mean old uncles forgotten as I scramble to look out the window.

Disappointment settles heavy in my tummy. “A farm? My big surprise is a farm?”

But if Jasper is put out by my unimpressed tone, it doesn’t show. Still grinning widely, he winks. “Not just any farm. You’ll see in a moment.”

When we finally roll to a stop, Jasper takes my hand and we climb out of the door Richard is holding open for us. I brace for the smell of manure and animals, but to my surprise, there is no stench.

Interesting.

Another car pulls up beside ours, and before the driver can even exit, the back door flies open and Victoria tumbles out, dressed in a set of overalls nearly identical to my own, only hers are a deep rose where mine are teal.

“Juju!” Victoria’s voice pitches up to an excited squeal as she throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I missed you! I’m so excited you’re coming to the petting zoo with us!”

“Victoria Rose!” Climbing out of the car behind her, Uncle Max pins his Little girl with a glare. “You know better than to get out of the car without Daddy. Come here.”

Head down, Victoria drags herself over to stand in front of her Daddy. “Sorry, Daddy, I just got so excited I forgot.”

“Well, let’s see if we can’t help you remember the rules.”

Propping one foot up on the car door, Uncle Max flips Victoria over his knee, swatting her bottom over and over as she kicks and cries. I know from experience a spanking doesn’t hurt nearly as much over a diaper, but you would never know that by the way Victoria is carrying on.

When he sets Victoria on her feet again, her hands immediately fly back to rub her bottom, her lower lip puffing out in a pout as she sniffles dramatically.

“If you’re tempted to ‘forget’ any more of our rules today, I will strip you down and spank your bare bottom right in front of everyone. And Bridgette has plenty of tools on hand to help me get my point across, if necessary. Am I making myself clear, Victoria Rose?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Taking her by the hand, Uncle Max turns to face Jasper and I with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. Victoria’s been ready to burst with excitement all day. Haven’t you, little thief?”

Little thief. That’s the second time I’ve heard Uncle Max refer to Victoria that way and just like the first time I find myself wondering how on earth she got that nickname.

Perhaps we have more in common than I realized.

“Uh-huh.” Seemingly unbothered by her very public punishment, Victoria bounces on her toes, her eyes shining with renewed excitement. “We get to see the cows! And the horsies! And Daddy says there’s even carriage rides!”

I’ve never considered myself much of an animal person, but Victoria’s excitement is contagious, and soon I’m tugging on Jasper’s hand. “Can we go see them now? Please, Daddy?”

“Of course, princess. Let’s go.”

The four of us head for the closest building, which is quite possibly the largest barn I’ve ever seen in my entire life. We’re met at the entrance by a surprisingly petite woman dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, her dark hair falling in one single braid down her back. She greets us with a broad smile as she pulls thick leather gloves from her hands. “Well, hello there, little ones. Welcome to Forbidden Pleasures Ranch. Are you ready for your tour?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Again Victoria bounces beside Uncle Max, who looks down at her with so much love shining from his eyes it makes my chest ache to see it.

Nobody’s ever looked at me like that, and I can’t help but think that nobody ever will.

“A few rules first.” Bridgette’s expression shifts, taking one a more stern demeanor that could give even Auntie Cat a run for her money. “No climbing on the railings. If an animal approaches you, then you may pet it, but do not try to force them. Especially the bulls. Once we’ve gone through the tour, you’ll have an opportunity to taste some fresh milk, but do not try to milk the cows on your own. They are on a very strict schedule. Other than that, have fun and feel free to ask me any questions you may have.”

With that, Bridgette turns and drags open one of the giant doors, gesturing for us to lead the way. And when we step inside, it takes my brain a moment to truly process what I’m seeing.

There’s a reason the farm doesn’t smell like any other farm I’ve ever visited. Because there aren’t animals in the pens in front of us.

Only people.

Jasper

Beside me, Juliet stops dead in her tracks, her hand tightening in mine. When I look down, her eyes are wide as she whips her head around, taking in the sight before us.

Adorable.

“What do you think of the farm, princess?” I keep my tone as casual as possible, as if there’s nothing at all strange about a barn full of men and women dressed as various farm animals. The cows and ponies make up the majority of the animals here on the island, but there are a few little piggies and sheep and rabbits mixed in. Not to mention the barn cats wandering around.

One such curious kitten approaches us, her fluffy black tail swaying as she crawls. She pauses in front of us, head tilted to the side as if we are the unusual ones.

“Meow?”

Juliet doesn’t move. Her gaze is now locked on the kitty-girl in front of us, her mouth hanging slightly open.

Swallowing a laugh at my Little girl’s shock, I crouch down and hold a hand out to the kitten. She looks at my hand, then at my face, seemingly taking stock of what kind of person I am just like any cat would, before she crawls forward to rub her head against my hand with a low rumble in her chest that sounds so much like a purr I could almost believe it came from an actual cat.

“See, Juju?” Looking up at her, I smile and give her hand a tug. “Friendly kitty.”

Juliet slowly lowers to her knees, reaching out for the kitten. “Pet kitty?”

My heart, which she already holds in her delicate little hands, melts not just at the question itself but the childlike awe in her voice. “If she wants. Hold your hand there and see if she comes to you.”

The kitten has obviously caught onto the fact that she has multiple people who want to love on her, and she shifts her attention to Juju, offering her head for pets while presenting me with her bottom. Chuckling softly, I run my hand over her rump. “Good kitty.”

Again she purrs, and Juliet giggles at the sound. “I want a kitty.”

There’s such longing in her voice, it makes my chest ache. Our parents never had pets, and as far as I know Juliet never asked for any growing up. But now I have to wonder if she did, or if she simply didn’t ask because she already knew what the answer would be.

Making a mental note to talk to Richard about finding a kitten for my little princess, I give the kitty-girl in front of us a final pat before pushing to my feet and pulling Juliet up alongside me.

“We should get a move on. We’ve got lots of other animals to see today, princess.”

Still kneeling on the ground, she pouts up at me. Her hair is braided again, courtesy of a video chat with her Auntie Cat who walked me through the steps. Between the braids and the adorable little overalls, she makes quite the picture.

“But I wanna play with the kitty. Please, Daddy?”

It’s all I can do not to simply give in and let her have whatever she wants. But the others are already far ahead of us, and I don’t want my princess to miss out on all the fun. “Maybe the kitty would like to follow us for a bit.”

The kitty-girl perks up at that, abandoning Juliet’s petting to rub against my leg.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say with a laugh, bending down scratch behind her ears. “Come on, Juju.”

Seemingly satisfied with this compromise, Juliet hops to her feet. “You said we could see the horsies.”

“I did say that. I think they’re just ahead.”

No sooner have I said the words than Victoria lets out a delighted squeal. “Juju, Uncle Jasper! Hurry up! Come see the horsies!”

“Horsies!” Juliet takes off at a run, dragging me behind her, and I can’t help but laugh at the scene we must be making.

We come to a stop in front of another pen, this one with two horses wandering around the perimeter. A male and a female, a bonded pair judging by the way they stop to nuzzle at each other on occasion.

Unlike the other animals, the horses stand proud on their “hind legs”, striding gracefully on their hooves. Fur covers their legs from the knee down, and their hands, which are also hooved. From their bottoms, braided tails swing as they strut around the pen, clearly putting on a show for us. The male’s hood is black with a strip of white fur down the middle, and a red leather bridle graces his head.

By contrast, the mare is all white but for her black hooves, and her bridle is a pale pink.

“Stunning, aren’t they?” Pride colors Bridgette’s tone as she reaches out to run a hand over the stallion’s rump. “They came as a pair, and I’ve never had the heart to separate them. I tried once, and they were both so despondent, I only kept them apart for a day before putting them back in the same pen. Normally I keep the mares and stallions separate, but not these two.”

“Do they work together, as well?” Maxwell asks.

“They do, yes. I’ll get them hitched up to one of the carriages for your ride later and you can see. A beautiful pair when they’re in motion.”

We visit with the horses a bit longer, with Bridgette telling us a bit about where she got each one and their different personalities before she finally turns, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “All right, little ones. Who’s ready to see where your milk comes from?”