Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jasper
Gathered around Maxwell’s table, talking about our future plans for the island with my own Little girl seated beside me is everything I could have dreamed of and more. Even if Juliet does seem rather quiet, I chalk it up to her being tired. She missed her nap today, and I wouldn’t be surprised if all her play with Victoria has simply worn her out.
“What do we think about a school?” At the head of the table, Maxwell holds a bite of chicken up for Victoria, who makes little yummy sounds as she eats. “I know the girls won’t necessarily need any more education, but I was thinking it might be good to give their days a little more structure. Especially as we bring more little ones to the island.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Gideon says, leaning back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Like you said, they won’t need the education, but it would help to keep them from getting bored. And while our Tori and Juju have gotten along rather well, it would be na?ve to expect the same of every Little we bring to the island. Putting them together, forcing them to spend time as a unit, could certainly help bridge that gap. Did you have anyone in mind?”
“I do. She’s rather strict, but I think the more rules our little ones have the better.”
Laughing, Cat reaches for her wine. “Maxwell hiring a strict teacher to keep watch over his Little girl. Color me shocked, everyone.”
“Don’t be a brat, Catharina. It’s unbecoming on you.”
Cat responds exactly as you would expect a brat to, sticking her tongue out at him, and laughter ripples around the table.
“What if I don’t wanna go to yucky school?” Wrinkling her nose, Victoria crosses her arms over her chest and slumps down in her chair. “I hate school.”
“You can’t say you hate something before you try it, Victoria. And I suggest you fix this attitude right now, little girl.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she mumbles, red coloring her cheeks. “But it sounds awful. Why can’t I just stay with you all day like I do now?”
“Because Uncle Gideon is right. You need something to keep your mind and body active, and you know I can’t be with you all day every day as much as I would love to.”
“What if you could learn something fun?” Though the question is asked rather nonchalantly, there’s a glint in Gideon’s eye that tells me he has something up his sleeve.
Victoria’s curiosity gets the better of her. “Like what?”
“Like… ballet, maybe.”
“Really?” In a fingersnap, Victoria goes from sulky to bouncy. “We could really learn ballet?”
“Maybe. But you’d have to do your other lessons, too.”
“Okay!”
“Oh, that would be so precious.” Cat sighs, the sound so full of longing it’s nearly painful. “Can you imagine all of our little ones, dressed up in their little tutus putting on a show for us? You have to make it happen now, Gideon, or you’ll break my heart.”
“Well we can’t have that, can we?” Gideon says with a laugh.
Looking to my left, I smile down at my own Little girl. “What do you think, Juju? Would you like to start taking ballet lessons again?”
“Huh?” As if snapping out of a trance, she gives her head a little shake and blinks up at me. “Ballet?”
“Yes, princess. We’re talking about building a school and your Uncle Gideon suggested ballet lessons. What do you think?”
“I like ballet,” she says, but you wouldn’t be able to tell from her tone that she actually loves to dance.
Leaning over, I press a kiss to her forehead. Hmmm. No fever, as far as I can tell, but she isn’t acting like herself. “Are you feeling alright, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m fine. Just a little sleepy, I guess.”
“I thought so. If you can eat three more bites for me, we can go home. Sound good?”
Nodding, she opens her mouth for another bite, and I feed her some more chicken as the conversation continues around us.
“Gideon, is the lumber delivery still on track for tomorrow?” Maxwell asks.
“Yes. Last report from the ship they were estimating an arrival time around five in the evening. They’ll likely dock overnight to unload everything and then head back.”
“Perfect.” Excitement glints in Maxwell’s eyes. “Do you think we’ll have enough to start work on the school?”
“Absolutely. Should we bring in our back-up construction team? The contractors are still working on finishing up at your place.”
“Not a bad idea. Let’s pull the trigger on that sooner rather than later.”
When I go to feed Juliet another bite of chicken, her eyes are wide, far more alert than they have been all through our meal. And her gaze shifts from Maxwell to Gideon, as if she’s taking in everything they’re saying.
Unease settles in my gut. What could my little princess find so fascinating about a conversation about lumber deliveries and construction work?
Juliet
The conversation between Uncle Max and Uncle Gideon plays over and over in my mind as we drive home.
My plan has always been to try and convince Uncle Max or someone to talk Jasper into sending me home. But Uncle Gideon’s present made it clear that they all see me as his Little girl, and after listening to Victoria’s tale of how she came to live on the island, I’m less sure than ever that trying to appeal to their sense of human decency will work in my favor.
Which means it’s up to me to find a way off this island. And the lumber shipment might just give me the opportunity I’ve been looking for. I can stow away on the ship, and just sneak off again wherever we land. Somehow make my way back to New York and beg my parents to reconsider cutting me off. Maybe now that we’ve had some time apart, they’ll realize how harsh they were being.
The thought of crawling back to my parents and groveling for forgiveness makes my stomach churn. But it’s better than living the rest of my life as Jasper’s Little girl.
Is it really, though? Is life here really that bad?
No. It’s not. But I miss my life back in New York. I miss my friends. My freedom.
Don’t I?
Because that question makes my tummy ache even more than the thought of crawling back to my parents, I shove it firmly out of my mind. Of course I miss my old life. The travel, the adventures. All of it.
“What are you thinking so hard about, princess?”
Jasper’s quiet question jolts me out of my whirling thoughts, and I force myself to smile for him. To pretend like I’m not plotting to leave him the first chance I get. “Just thinking about how much fun I had with Tori today. Did you know she has like, a bajillion princess dresses? With tiaras to match?”
Chuckling, he plucks me off the seat beside him and settles me on his lap so I’m straddling his thighs. He gives the front of my dress a tug, and my breasts spill out into his clever hands. “Would my good girl like some princess dresses of her own to play dress up with? I’m sure Solene has others.”
Pleasure rushes through me as he pinches my nipples, hard enough to have me whimpering at the pain. “I’m not a good girl.”
“Nonsense, princess. Even when you’re a brat, you’re my good girl.”
Guilt swirls in my stomach. “No, I’m not.”
“What brought this on?” he murmurs, running his thumbs over my stiff peaks. “What’s wrong with my little princess?”
“I just don’t see how you can say I’m a good girl when you spend half your time punishing me.”
The car rolls to a stop, but he doesn’t release me. Even in the dark, I can see the concern glittering in his eyes. “Just because we’ve had a bumpy start doesn’t mean you aren’t a good girl, Juliet. But if you’re doubting me, then perhaps I need to do a better job of showing you.”
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering me, he lifts me from his lap just long enough to climb out of the car, then swoops me up in his arms. My heart flutters in my chest, and I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so effortlessly carted around.
“Daddy, my dress!”
“Leave it. You won’t be wearing it much longer anyway.”
A thrill shoots through my veins at his words. What is he planning?
He strides into the house and up the stairs, straight past my nursery to his bedroom, where he finally sets me on my feet again. Tugging at my dress again, he pulls it down, leaving me completely bare from the waist up.
“My beautiful Juliet,” he murmurs, brushing his lips down my neck, over my collarbone. “Do you know what you do to me, princess? How it wrecks me to see you like this? My Little girl, in my house, in my bed. Some days I can’t even fathom how I survived without the taste of you on my lips.”
Another wave of guilt washes over me. “I don’t deserve you,” I whisper. “I don’t deserve any of this.”
“Nonsense. I am exactly what you deserve, in every possible way.”
There’s a gentle tug as my diaper gives way, and I shiver as the cool air brushes over my exposed skin.
“On the bed, Juliet.” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Daddy wants dessert.”
Heart pounding, I scramble up onto the bed, leaning back on the pile of pillows at the headboard and opening my legs, inviting him in. Inviting him to come and taste and feast.
The guilt is still there, churning in my gut. Because while he may not realize it, I know this may very well be our last time together. And I’m determined to make the best of it, to give myself something to carry with me when I leave tomorrow night.
I watch, transfixed, as Jasper shrugs out of his suit jacket, tossing it aside before reaching for his tie. Everything about him seems custom-designed to make me yearn, and I actually lick my lips when he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the hard, chiseled body beneath.
When at long last he’s as naked as I, he kneels on the bed, his dark gaze locked on mine as he slowly lowers his head to my wet, aching pussy. “It occurs to me I’ve never actually tasted you, sweet sister. I think it’s high time we remedy that.”
That first touch of his tongue to my pussy has me arching up, a cry ripping from my throat as I tangle my hands in his hair, desperate for something to hold to. Something to keep me anchored to this plane as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
His mouth vibrates on my clit and I realize a moment later that he’s laughing. But I don’t care. All that matters now is my need, this burning ache inside me only he can slake.
Which he does, showering me with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known as he uses tongue and teeth to drive me higher, higher, higher. My hips buck of their own accord, my body desperately seeking the release he’s keeping just out of reach.
“Daddy, please.” The words come out as a strangled sob. I’m begging, pleading for mercy, but I’m too far gone to feel embarrassed by it. “Please, please, I need…”
He gives my pussy one long, slow lick before lifting his head. “Tell Daddy what you need, baby. Use your big girl words.”
Humiliation mingles with desire, that intoxicating cocktail he so effortlessly whips up inside me. “I need to come, Daddy, please!”
“Such a good girl, begging Daddy for your pleasure. And since you asked so politely…”
And then his mouth is on me again, only this time it’s not a slow, leisurely tasting. He devours me, and my mind goes blank, wiped clean of everything but him.
I scream as the pleasure shatters me from the inside out, flooding my body with so much sensation it leaves me trembling in its wake. But Jasper doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t stop at all, in fact, until I go tumbling over that edge a second time.
“I can’t, I can’t.” Collapsed back against the pillows, it’s all I can do to shake my head as he continues to feast. Pleasure has become pain and pain has become pleasure, and I no longer have any idea where the line is. But I know that I’ll surely die if he continues forcing that devious mixture on me.
Maybe that was his plan all along. Maybe he figured me out and he’s decided if he can’t have me, then nobody can.
It’s not a bad way to go, all things considered.
Somehow, he wrings yet another orgasm from my trembling body before rising up over me, the thick head of his cock spreading me open, scraping my already raw nerves as he sinks into me.
“Juliet,” he breathes, buried to the hilt inside me, and my heart leaps at the sound of my name on his lips. “My princess.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “My good girl.” And my other cheek. “My everything.”
Now he claims my lips, and I can taste myself on him. Tears slip from my eyes as he moves inside me, so slow it makes me ache. When he breaks the kiss to lift his head, I see my own emotions reflected in his eyes. “Come for me, princess. One more time. I want to feel you squeezing my cock before I fill this sweet pussy with Daddy’s cum. Can you do that for me, baby?”
My brain says there’s no way, but my body is already obeying his command, pleasure once more slowly building in my core. And every stroke of his cock inside me drives me closer to that peak once more.
Until, at last, I go flying one final time, my pussy spasming around the thick length of him as he buries himself inside me, filling me with his cum just as he promised.
We collapse on the bed together, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room as we struggle for air. Pulling me close, Jasper presses a kiss to my forehead. “No more of this ‘I’m not a good girl’ nonsense, Juliet. Understood?”
I’m not. I know I’m not. And he’ll know it as well tomorrow when he realizes I’m gone.
But for now, for tonight, I can be his good girl. Maybe then he’ll find it in his heart to forgive me when I leave. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”