Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Isabella
I wake with Daddy’s cock still in my mouth. Without even thinking, I begin to suck again, the action soothing me in a way that is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and yet is still somehow familiar on a deep, primal level.
A heavy hand comes to rest on my head, running gently over my hair. “Good morning, little doll. You can have a few more minutes with Daddy’s cock, but then we need to get you ready for your big day.”
Big day? What does that mean? Wasn’t yesterday my “big day”?
I’m enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth too much to press for answers, so I close my eyes again, my cheek resting against the prickly hair of his thigh as I suckle.
“All right, little one,” he says after a few quiet minutes. “Time to potty.”
With a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a growl, I press myself closer to him, sucking hard on his stiffening cock. Above me, Daddy’s chest rises and falls as he sighs, but luckily for me the sound is tinged with amusement.
Good. Daddy is much less likely to spank when he thinks I’ve done something funny.
“If you want, you can keep your pacifier in your mouth while you use your diaper. But as soon as you’re done, we need to get ready. You can have five more minutes, Isabella.”
My heart leaps at the offer of five more minutes with his cock. What did he call it? Right. My pacifier. And that’s exactly what it reminds me of. A pacifier, and I’m just a baby, soothing the emotions that are far too overwhelming for my understanding by sucking on it.
Because my feelings are much too big for me to comprehend at the moment. Last night was far more intense than I’d anticipated from a “family dinner”. I’m not sure anything could have prepared me for the reality of what happened on and around that dinner table.
And yet, at the same time, I feel a sense of belonging I didn’t feel before. Between the locket still draped around my neck and the look in my friends’ eyes as they fed me their Daddies’ cum coated in their own arousal, for the first time I actually do feel like part of the family. Like I passed some kind of test, and now I’ve been fully accepted into the fold.
The thought doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it should. My own family, well, they aren’t bad people. But they don’t understand me, and they’ve never really made an effort to. I’ve never felt this deep connection, this easy sense of belonging like I feel with my new family.
That is definitely going to put a damper on my escape plans.
If nothing else, however, I’m pretty sure after last night Daddy believes I have every intention of staying. Every now and again, I look up at him while I suck on my Daddy-flavored pacifier and I notice he’s lost that watchful look in his eye. Now, there is nothing but joy and something I could almost mistake for love if I was stupid enough to believe a man like him could love.
“Two minutes, little doll.”
At the warning, I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my bladder as I suck harder on Daddy’s cock. It takes effort, though not as much as the times before, to force my muscles to release so the pee can flow freely into my diaper. Maybe because I have my face buried in his groin so I don’t have to watch him watching me while I piss myself in his bed.
“Such a good little doll,” he coos, running his hand over my hair, and I can’t help the swell of pride in my chest at his praise. After all, even if I am just playing a role, I am playing it to perfection. I am his good little doll, doing as I’m told at every turn, allowing myself to be used as he sees fit.
When my two minutes are up, Daddy carefully extracts himself from my mouth and rolls out of bed, taking me with him. We go through the usual morning bath time routine, which I manage to complete without earning even one swat to my wet bottom, thank you very much, before he carries me back to my nursery to put on a fresh diaper and new clothes for the day.
But unlike most days, he doesn’t put me in one of my pretty, frilly dresses. Today, he chooses a white shirt with a collar and a dark blue skirt with what looks like a pair of suspenders attached. Frilly socks in the same color as the shirt are added, along with a pair of black Mary Janes, and then a pretty bow that matches the skirt which he attaches to the collar of my shirt.
“Perfect.” Beaming with pride, he turns me to face the full-length mirror, and for a moment my brain short circuits trying to make sense of what I’m seeing.
“Is this… a school uniform?” I ask, pinching the edges of the skirt between my fingers and lifting it as I study my reflection.
“Yes. Juliet and Victoria will be wearing the same uniform for your first day of school.”
Still struggling to comprehend exactly what this all means, I lift my gaze to meet his in the mirror. “You… want me to go to school? Here?”
“I do. Little girls need plenty of activity to keep their brains and bodies healthy. You’ll do three hours of school every morning with Miss Evelyn, then lunch. And after lunch you’ll have an hour of dance.”
It’s the last word he says that has me spinning around to stare up at him. “Dance class? Really?”
“Mmhmm. And would you like to hear the best part?”
“What could possibly be better than dance class?”
“I don’t know.” His voice takes on a teasing lilt, and the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile. “Maybe teaching a dance class?”
I blink up at him. “Teaching who?”
“Victoria and Juliet. They’re both very excited to learn, especially from one of the greatest dancers in the world.”
“Okay, well, first of all that’s a very generous exaggeration. I’m not even one of the greatest dancers in New York City.”
“Nonsense. I’ve seen you dance. You’re incredible. It’s a crime you haven’t been given a principal spot yet.”
Literally nothing he could say would shock me more than learning he’s attended my performances. “You’ve watched me?”
“Of course, little doll. I’ve been watching you for a very long time. The way you move, like there’s nothing else in the world but you and the music… it’s breathtaking.”
My heart, the one I’ve been guarding so fiercely from him, threatens to shatter in my chest. “You don’t mean that,” I whisper. I don’t want him to mean it. I don’t want him to see me, to see so clearly to who I am at the very center of my being.
Because if he does, then I know I’ll be lost.
Cupping my face, he tilts my head back, a knowing smile curving his lips. “I mean every word, little doll. You don’t dance simply because you were trained to, or even just because you enjoy it. You dance because you must . Because your soul cries out for it. And that’s why I know you’ll make an incredible teacher for the other Little girls on the island.”
Taking my hand, he leads me out of the closet and toward the stairs. And as we descend, I make note of every window, every door, every possible exit.
I need to get the hell off this island before I do something I can never take back. Like giving my heart to the man I call Daddy.
* * *
Gideon
My brothers and their Little ones are waiting for us in front of the newly built school, Juliet and Victoria looking almost as adorable as my own little doll in their matching uniforms. Victoria bounces on her toes when she spots us, tugging on Maxwell’s hand and pointing in our direction. When he only glances over and waves, she pulls her hand from his and makes to run across the street to us but her Daddy catches her before she can even step off the curb.
Holding Isabella’s hand firmly in mine, we cross the street to the sound of Maxwell’s hand landing on his Little one’s bare thighs over and over as he lectures her on the dangers of crossing the street without him.
“Owie, owie, owie, Daddy I’m sorry !” she wails, dancing in place in a vain attempt to avoid her Daddy’s punishing hand.
With two more swats to her thighs, Maxwell wraps up the punishment and places his hands on Victoria’s shoulders, turning her to face him. “We are going to continue this discussion at home, Victoria Rose. I’ve had to spank you for this same exact thing far too many times. You will be going to bed with a very sore bottom inside and out tonight.”
At his declaration, I look down at my own Little girl, who is watching the scene in front of them unfold with wide eyes. Crouching down, I lower my voice for only her to hear. “Do you understand what Uncle Max means, little one?”
“Not really,” she whispers back, not taking her eyes off her friend and her Uncle Max.
“When Little girls are naughty, they get spanked. When Little girls are very, very naughty, they get spanked and then they get Daddy’s cock in their bottom to make sure they’ve learned their lesson.”
Her head whips around, and the fear dancing in her eyes is so delicious it makes my cock ache to see it. “You wouldn’t do that, would you, Daddy?”
“I would. Especially if you did something dangerous or if I had to punish you for the same thing multiple times. Victoria has made a habit of ignoring her Daddy’s rules when she gets excited, which is why she’s going to be so severely punished tonight.”
“But I’m a good girl. You won’t have to punish me like that, right?”
She is a good girl. And as much as I appreciate her obedience, I can’t help but hope she does give me a chance to punish her like that from time to time. “Even good girls do naughty things sometimes. And if you are very naughty, then yes, your bottom hole will get filled with Daddy’s cock so I can be very sure it won’t happen again.”
“I won’t be very naughty, Daddy. I promise.”
That’s not a promise any Little girl I’ve ever met would be capable of keeping, but she sounds so earnest I don’t have it in me to crush her hopes. So I simply press a kiss to her cheek as I rise to my feet and take her hand again.
Victoria is much more subdued, whether from the actual spanking or the punishment that awaits her later, I’m not sure. Likely a combination of both. She and Juliet both hug Isabella, and to my surprise the three of them link hands instead of returning to our sides.
I’m not quite sure how I feel about this little display of independence, but I’m willing to let it go. For now. Today is a big day for all of them, and I can’t begrudge them wanting to face it together.
The front door to the school opens and a woman steps out onto the steps. A warm smile spreads across her face as she holds her arms open wide.
“Welcome, little ones. I’m Miss Evelyn and I’ll be your teacher. Come in and find your seats so we can get started on today’s lessons.”