Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Isabella
Miss Evelyn is beautiful. Her dress, which matches ours in color but looks so much more grown-up, clings to her curves, accentuating her waist in a way I can’t help but envy. Blonde hair, darker than Juliet’s bright white is pulled back from her face in a bun that would look severe on pretty much anyone else, but on Miss Evelyn only manages to highlight her high cheekbones.
And then there’s her smile. It’s warm and comforting, immediately making me feel at ease in her presence. And judging by the way my friends have loosened their grips on my hands, I’m not the only one feeling that way.
Whatever I’d been expecting from our new teacher, it certainly wasn’t this.
Stepping to the side, she gestures for us to enter the building. Hand in hand, my friends and I make our way up the steps and into a large, brightly colored classroom. Art lines the walls, much like it would in any preschool class I imagine, detailing pictures of animals and the letter their names start with. Six desks are lined up neatly in rows facing a whiteboard with Miss Evelyn’s name in careful print written on it.
At the back of the room there are large cubbyholes, three of them boasting plaques with our names on them. Our Daddies guide us over to the cubbies, where they place our diaper bags in our respective spots and remind us that they have extra diapers as well as a change of clothes for our “activity time” later. Embarrassment heats my face at the reminder, and the knowledge that our pretty teacher can clearly hear what they’re telling us. I’m only just now realizing she must be aware of our… unique relationship with our Daddies if they’ve brought her to the island, but it’s still humiliating to be lectured about my diaper in front of someone so beautiful and elegant.
Miss Evelyn moves to the center of the room, beaming at us as she clasps her hands in front of her, pulling our attention to her. “All right, girls. Time to say goodbye to your Daddies. They’ll be back after your activity hour this afternoon to pick you up.”
Turning, I throw my arms around Daddy’s neck as he lifts me into his arms. My chest feels funny, and when I swallow, it almost feels like there's something stuck in my throat. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it almost feels like I’m going to cry.
“It’s all right, little doll.” Daddy’s voice is low and comforting as he rubs small circles over my back. “Miss Evelyn is going to take good care of you today. And you’re going to have so much fun with your friends.”
Logically, I’m sure he’s right. Miss Evelyn seems nice enough and I always enjoy spending time with my friends.
But I haven’t been without him for more than a few minutes at a time ever since I came to the island, and the thought of him being so far out of my reach terrifies me. I realize with a start that I am on the verge of tears as I cling to him, burying my face in his shoulder while he bounces me exactly like one might a fussy baby.
Is this Stockholm Syndrome? There doesn’t seem to be any other logical explanation why I’m not jumping with excitement at the thought of being left somewhat alone. Sneaking away from the school is bound to be easier than sneaking out of Daddy’s fortress of a house.
And yet, I don't feel even a drop of excitement, even at the prospect of finally escaping. The thought of him leaving me simply fills me with sadness.
“Don’t go,” I whisper, tightening my hold on him. “Please, I don’t wanna be alone.”
“Oh, little one. You won’t be alone. Juliet and Victoria will be with you all day and if you need me, I’m just a phone call away.”
“What if I need my diaper changed? Or a paci?” The fact that I’m even considering these things, that I’m turning to him for comfort regarding such humiliating aspects of my life here on the island does little to soothe my unease.
“Miss Evelyn will change your diaper and there is a stash of pacifiers in your bag.”
I don’t want her to change me. I don’t want anyone who isn’t Daddy to change me or give me a pacifier or do any of the tasks I’ve come to associate with him. “No!”
Beneath me, I feel Daddy’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh. “Evelyn, do you have somewhere I can talk to my Little one privately for a few minutes?”
“Of course, Mr. Drake. There’s a family bathroom just to your right or you can use my office down the hall.”
With me still clinging to him, Daddy carries me to another room. “Time to let go, little one,” he says, gently prying my arms away from his neck.
Tears fill my eyes, but I reluctantly release my death grip on him. “I don’t wanna stay here.”
“I know, baby. But Daddy needs to get to work and you need to stay with Miss Evelyn.”
“What if I say no?”
His expression shifts from understanding to stern in a heartbeat. “What do you think would happen, little girl?”
“You’d take me home and we would never, ever talk about school again?”
Despite his attempts to look stern, his lips twitch at my response. “No. I would put you over my knee and spank your bottom red and then you’d have to spend all day sitting on that hard desk chair with a sore bottom. Is that what you want?”
The little bit of fight I’d managed to conjure up flees my body and my shoulders slump forward in defeat. “No, Daddy.”
“I didn’t think so.” He tilts his head to the side, watching me. “Would it help if Daddy let you use your paci for a bit before I go?”
Suck his cock here? In Miss Evelyn’s office? “Won’t we get in trouble for being late?”
“I’m sure Miss Evelyn will understand. I’ll send your Uncle Max a text explaining we’ll be another fifteen minutes or so. Get on your knees, little one.”
As I slide to the ground in front of him, he takes out his phone and sends a text, just as he promised. And when the phone is tucked away again, he reaches for the zipper on his slacks and pulls his thick cock free.
He’s hard, unlike last night, but saliva pools in my mouth just the same at the sight of him.
“Go on, little one. You’ll feel better once you’ve used your paci for a bit.”
It kills me that he’s right. That the one thing in this world that truly seems to soothe my soul is the feel of his cock in my mouth. I should hate him, despise everything about him, and yet I don’t. I crave him the way my friends back home crave the drugs I sold them.
Leaning forward, I part my lips, taking him into my mouth. The second the salty taste of his skin hits my tongue, the tension drains from my muscles. Sighing around him, I let my cheek rest on his thigh, my eyes fluttering closed as I suck on my Daddy pacifier.
“There we go,” he murmurs, running a hand over my hair. “Daddy always knows what his little doll needs.”
He does, another fact of my life here on the island I can’t quite come to terms with. How does he know, when I don’t even know what it is I want or need from him half the time?
Right now, that seems like a Daddy question and not an Izzy question, so I push it from my mind and focus on the only thing that really matters to me at the moment: Daddy’s cock.
For fifteen full minutes, we sit in silence that’s only broken by the sounds of me sucking on my pacifier. And when he gently tells me it’s time to go, the dread and panic that plagued me earlier are nowhere to be found. I’m still not happy he’s leaving me all day, but at least I no longer feel like I’m about to cry at the drop of a hat.
Daddy returns his cock to his pants and scoops me up from the floor, giving me a hard cuddle before carrying me back to the classroom. Juju and Tori are already seated at their desks, listening to Miss Evelyn read a picture book about a beaver in desperate need of a barber. She glances up from the book and smiles as Daddy puts me down next to my desk and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“Be good, little doll. Daddy will be back in a few hours to pick you up. And don’t forget, you get to teach your friends all about ballet after lunch.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I hesitate, the words I want to say burning on my tongue, even though my brain is screaming at me not to say them. Not to give him any more power over me than he already has.
But my heart overpowers my brain, as it seems to be doing more often lately, and the words burst out of me anyway. “I’ll miss you!”
“I’ll miss you too, little one. Remember, I’m just a phone call away if you need anything.” Looking down at me, he winks. “Even if you just need your paci for a few minutes during the day.”
Heat floods my cheeks at the implication, but nobody gives any indication they even heard him.
With another quick hug, he leaves and I take my place at my desk between my friends. And despite all my reservations around being left here alone, soon I’m immersed in the story of Brenda and her beaver.
* * *
Gideon
It takes every ounce of willpower I have to leave the classroom. A quick glance back shows my little doll perched quietly at her desk, listening intently to the story Miss Evelyn is reading.
My cock aches from having been in her mouth without any actual relief, but it’s a small price to pay for my Little one’s mental well-being. Knowing that her fears have been calmed is enough for me, though I do plan to take advantage of her sweet little pussy the second I get her home after the school day is finished.
That will have to wait, however. Isabella isn’t the only one with obligations today. Closing the classroom door behind me, I force my steps forward, down the front steps and to the waiting car.
Blaine meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. “Our Little one all settled in?”
Turning my head, I stare out at the schoolhouse, swallowing hard against the sudden tightness in my throat. “Yes. She had a bit of a rough time letting go, but a few minutes with her paci seemed to settle her down.”
“It’s always hard the first few days of something new. But she’s in good hands.”
“She is. Maxwell did his homework where Miss Evelyn is concerned.”
Blaine chuckles. “I’m sure he did. That man never misses a trick.” There’s a pause, heavy with the weight of my worry, before he speaks again. “Would you like to wait a few more minutes or should we head home?”
As much as I would love to sit right here with my Little one only a short jog away, I force my gaze away from the brick schoolhouse. “Home. I need to at least try and get some work done before it’s time to pick her up.”
“I’m sure you’ll feel more yourself once you’re back home.”
I give a noncommittal hum. Under other circumstances, he might be right. But I already know that the house I painstakingly helped to design and build won’t feel like home until my Little one is there with me once again.