Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Gideon
My heart swells with pride as I watch my little doll enchant our family. She’s the perfect hostess, even when we head to the dining room and she’s forced to sit in a highchair for the first time. Demure and sweet, she doesn’t argue or fuss at all as I feed her the dinner that’s been prepared for us one small bite at a time. And even though I know it has nothing to do with me, I can’t help but feel proud of the way she answers all of the questions asked of her with a natural grace and biting wit that sends her uncles and her Auntie Cat into fits of laughter regularly.
Sitting back in my chair, I sip at my wine, my eyes scanning the scene before me. And despite how desperate I’ve been to finally sink my cock into Isabella's perfect little pussy, I’m glad now that I waited for the right time.
To my left, Evander watches Isabella with more curiosity than I’ve seen him show either of the others, and I wonder if he’s finally ready to seek out a Little one of his own. Of all of us, he was the most reluctant to join us here on the island. In the end he really only agreed to it because he owed me a favor and I decided to call in that favor in exchange for his presence on the island as our head of security. I know, courtesy of the one time Evander has ever let go of his infamous self-control long enough to get drunk around me, that the scar on his face worries him more than he lets on. Despite my assurances, he remains unconvinced that any Little girl would be able to see past it to the Daddy he is underneath.
But as dinner progresses, I can see Isabella winning him over. Other than her initial reaction to his appearance, she shows no signs of being afraid of him, and it warms my heart to see her charming him so. Every now and then, her fingers drift to the locket around her neck, gently stroking the silver letter engraved there, and Evander’s gaze slides to mine.
The lockets themselves were my idea. Just a little something to help all of our Little ones feel as though they are truly part of a family. But after not just one but two instances of Little girls getting “lost” on the island, Evander had each locket fitted with a tracking device. Juliet and Victoria never questioned why their lockets needed “repairs”, and so far Isabella hasn’t seemed very curious over Evander’s “modifications”.
Which is for the best. If they learned about the trackers, I have no doubt they’d be tempted to take them off and try to give us the slip. Juliet, especially, can be rather bratty and mischievous, and I have no doubt she would think it a great prank to hide her locket somewhere while she hid herself away somewhere else on the island. And while we all look forward to punishing our Little ones as often and as shamefully as necessary, nobody wants to experience that same terror we felt before when we thought we’d lost Victoria and then Juliet.
When the second to last course is removed, I look around the table again, this time meeting the eager gazes of each of my brothers and our sister in this depraved little family we’ve built. At Maxwell’s nod of encouragement, I drain my wine and rise from my seat to pluck Isabella from her chair. She’s wide-eyed with surprise, but she doesn’t question me as I return to my seat and settle her on my lap, facing the table.
Jasper and Maxwell do the same, while Evander and Cat watch on with anticipation.
“It’s been nearly a decade since Maxwell approached me with the idea for this island.” As I lift my voice for everyone around the table to hear, I slide my hands under Isabella’s dress, my fingers seeking out the tabs on her diaper to pull them free. “It took another five years for us to decide exactly who we wanted to join us in our endeavor. And I have to say… I don’t think we could have chosen a more perfect family for our Little girls.”
I slide the diaper away from my little doll, handing it off to one of my staff waiting nearby. Pushing Isabella’s thighs wide, I expose her to the entire table. She goes perfectly still in my arms, though she does gasp quietly as everyone, including Victoria and Juliet, who are now in similar positions on their Daddies’ laps, take in the sight of her perfect, bare pussy.
My fingers glide up her slender, toned thighs to where I’m delighted to find she is already soaked for me. It seems my little doll enjoys being put on display as much as I enjoy putting her there.
On either side of the table, Jasper and Maxwell shift their charges, and a moment later the girls begin to move. Leaning back against their Daddies’ chests, they bounce up and down, and though the layers of tulle and silk cover most of what’s happening, it’s clear to anyone watching they are riding their Daddies’ cocks. Eagerly, I might add.
Running my finger through Isabella’s slick folds, I gently stroke her swollen clit. She arches in my grasp, her fingers digging into my arms as I lazily work her into a frenzy.
Now Cat and Evander have joined the fray, the former with her traditional red dress hiked up around her hips, thighs spread wide as she strokes her own pussy. And the latter watching us through hooded eyes as he pumps his cock slowly, drawing out the moment as long as possible.
“Do you see that, little doll?” I murmur in Isabella’s ear as she gasps and wiggles in my hold, her pussy spasming as I push two fingers inside her tight hole. “Do you see how much your family loves you? They’ve been waiting for you, for so long. And they’re so happy to have you here.”
For a while longer, I keep her trapped on my lap, teasing her to the sounds of our family’s ecstasy. Until, finally, she breaks, sobbing out my name as she pleads for her own pleasure.
“Daddy, please. Please. I want… I need…”
“Poor little doll.” Rising with her in my arms, I lay her out on the table for everyone to see, carefully arranging her curls in a fan around her head before finally— finally —freeing my aching cock from my pants and sinking deep inside her.
“ Fuck .” The word comes out as a moan, and for a moment I can only hold myself there, buried balls deep in her tight little cunt. She feels even better than I ever imagined, and when she spasms around me with a soft whimper, I am nearly undone.
Gripping her thighs, rejoicing in the knowledge that tomorrow she will bear my marks on her delicate skin, I look down at her as I pull back, my cock scraping the edges of her sensitive walls. “Eyes on me, little doll. Only on me.”
Even though tonight is about all of us as a family, I want to watch her dark eyes as I fuck her for the very first time. And when her gaze lifts to mine, her pupils blown with need, the tenuous hold I had on my self-control snaps.
Driving forward, I fuck her hard, claiming her, branding her as my own in front of everyone. On the table, Isabella cries out but does not move, does not remove her gaze from mine even as I feel the pleasure coiling in her muscles.
With every thrust, her body tightens with anticipation. The sounds around us fade away, until there is only my little doll, taking me inside her sweet little pussy for the very first time.
Until, finally, she clenches around me, her screams echoing around the dining room as she comes on my cock, an exquisite pleasure that’s almost too painful to bear. But bear it I will, because I want nothing more than to empty myself inside my little doll, filling her all the way up with her Daddy’s cum so she wakes in the morning with her diaper soaked with our mutual pleasure.
It only takes a few more hard thrusts for my own pleasure to overtake me, and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as I sink one final time into her waiting heat.
Bit by bit, the roaring in my ears gives way to the sound of our family finishing with us, and as I force myself to lift my head, I look around at their sated faces and nod my approval.
“Time for dessert, little doll,” I tell her with a chuckle as Evander takes the lead, scooping up a finger full of pearly white cum and holding it in front of Isabella’s face.
She looks to me, not in horror, but in question. Seeking my approval for this wicked act. Pride once more fills my chest, and I nod. “Go on, little one.”
Turning her head, she opens her mouth, accepting Evander’s offering. Maxwell and Victoria are next, and it’s Victoria who reaches down and gathers her own arousal, mixed with her Daddy’s cum, from between her legs and slips it between Isabella’s waiting lips.
Juliet does the same, and finally there is Cat, pushing her glistening fingers into my little doll’s mouth.
When they finish, I place another diaper around Isabella’s hips and gather her up into my arms. Yawning, she burrows her face into my neck and I can’t help but smile as I press a kiss to her mussed curls.
“I’m afraid we’ve worn my Little one out.” My statement of the obvious is met with a round of deep chuckles and childlike giggles. “There is chocolate cake for dessert, as well as bottles of Auntie Cat’s milk for the Little ones. I’m going to take Isabella up to bed, but you all feel free to stay and enjoy yourselves as long as you’d like.”
With Isabella tucked safely in my arms, I leave my family to their dessert and head for the stairs. She doesn’t stir as I remove her dress and change her into a nightgown in the same shade of green as her party dress, though with distinctly less ruffles.
It isn’t until we’re both tucked into my bed that she rouses, her large eyes blinking open to stare up at me. “Daddy?”
“Yes, little one?”
“Can I, um.” Pink colors her cheeks as he shakes her head. “Never mind.”
“Ah, ah. None of that, little doll,” I scold gently, cupping her chin and forcing her to look up at me again. “What do you need?”
“It’s weird.”
“Nonsense. If it’s something you want or need, it isn’t weird. Tell Daddy what it is.” When she only blushes harder and tries to look away, I tighten my grip on her face. “Isabella. Do you want to ruin our lovely evening with a spanking?”
Tears glisten in her eyes and her bottom lip trembles at the threat. “No, Daddy.”
“Then tell Daddy what you want. Use your words, little doll.”
“It’s just, um. You know this morning when I woke up and you had your… you know. In my mouth?”
Ah. She wants Daddy’s cock again. My heart constricts at the knowledge that she could choose from any number of the pacifiers we keep here at the house, but she would rather use my cock to soothe herself to sleep.
Since I sleep in the nude anyway, it’s nothing to push the covers down and give her access to what she seeks. I’m not hard, considering I’ve just come inside her not more than ten minutes ago, but that’s not the point. This isn’t about my pleasure, but her comfort.
Wiggling down the mattress, Isabella stares at her prize for a moment before lowering her head and taking just the tip in her mouth. With a quiet sigh, she pulls me deeper inside her, suckling gently at my softened cock.
My precious little doll. Whatever her motives may have been when she first arrived on the island, tonight has dispelled any remaining doubts in my mind.
Isabella is mine. Completely, utterly, totally mine.