Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Jasper
It’s a delight, keeping Juliet on her toes. Her confusion and fear are nearly as intoxicating as having her over my knee.
Even more intoxicating is the knowledge that she is not unaffected by our play. I saw it in her eyes when I had my hand around her throat. Need, raw and naked, and nearly a match for my own.
Who knew the perfect Little girl had been right in front of me all this time?
Leaning over the lowered bar of the crib, I scoop her up to carry her into the closet. She’s a bit taller than Victoria, but still a perfect bundle in my arms, and she wraps her arms around my neck, clinging tightly to me as we walk.
That’s right, princess. Daddy’s got you.
Juliet lifts her head when we step into the closet, a frown tugging at her lips. “What are those?”
She nods to something on my right and I glance over at the layers of tulle and silk. “Dresses. I’m afraid I didn’t have time to fully stock your wardrobe with such short notice, but I assume you’d rather do your own shopping anyway.”
Horror twists her features. “You expect me to wear that ? Absolutely the fuck not.”
I was willing to give her a bit of leeway this morning, but my patience with her language is rapidly wearing thin. Pinning her with a glare, I let my displeasure show, and a dark thrill runs through me when her eyes go round. “Do you want another spanking, Juliet?”
“No!”
“Then watch your mouth, and stop arguing with me about every little thing.”
“Ugh. Fine. I’ll try .”
It’s a far cry from the respectful answer I would normally demand of my Little girl, but it’s also a vast improvement over her usual attitude, so I’m willing to bend a bit.
After all, there’s no fun in breaking your toys too quickly.
Grabbing the first dress I see, I carry her back to the nursery and lay it next to the changing table. With that little chore done, I turn and head to the bathroom.
“You don’t have to carry me, you know. I can walk.”
“I like carrying you.” It’s a simple, honest answer, even if it’s only half of the reason. The other half being that I’m not entirely convinced she won’t try to run away the second her feet hit the ground. And unlike Evander, I much prefer having my prey ready and waiting for me rather than chasing them into the ground.
“What if I don’t like being carried?” she asks, her bottom lip puffing out into a pout.
Stopping in front of the toilet, I set her on her feet but keep a tight grip on her to keep her from running. “I suppose it’s something we could negotiate. But is it really so bad, letting me baby you a bit?”
“Yes.”
There’s a slash of pink across her cheeks that belies her words, but I deliberately don’t mention it. She’s going to be embarrassed enough as it is today, there’s no reason for me to add to it.
For now, anyway.
“How about this?” I say as I reach for the button on her shorts. “Humor me, for now, and if you still hate being carried around after you’ve settled in a bit, we can revisit the issue.”
“I don’t want to ‘revisit the issue’. I want to—what the fuck are you doing? Stop that!”
She bats at my hands, but a single, hard look from me freezes her in place. “I am undressing you so you can potty before your bath.”
The pink in her cheeks turns such a brilliant red, I’m almost worried she might be on the verge of a stroke. “I can use the bathroom by myself! Let me go!”
“Absolutely not. Little girls do not potty on their own.” And if I have it my way—which I will—she will not even be allowed to use the bathroom after today. I have something else in mind for my naughty Little girl. “Now stop fussing and let Daddy get you undressed.”
“No! Goddammit, Jasper, I didn’t consent to any of this!”
Without pausing, I manage to wrestle her jeans and panties to the ground before reaching for her shirt. “Oh, but you did, my sweet little princess. You are the one who called me, begging to be allowed to come to the island. That’s all the consent I need.”
“You really think you’re fucking king of the world, don’t you?” Despite how furious she obviously is, her voice is thick with tears, and the sound tugs at my heart. “You didn’t tell me what I was getting myself into! You tricked me!”
I can’t really argue with that. Still, the fact remains that she chose to come, even after I told her she wouldn’t like it here. And now that she is on the island, it’s my responsibility to care for her. To provide for her.
To discipline her.
With that in mind, I pull her shirt over her head and pin her with a stern glare that has her watery eyes going wide. “I have warned you enough times about your language, Juliet. After you potty, we are going to take care of that filthy mouth of yours once and for all.”
Juliet
Panic tightens like a band around my chest at his words. What does he mean? Another spanking?
I’d rather grow wings and fly back to New York myself.
Deciding it’s in my best interest to avoid upsetting him off any further, I lower myself onto the toilet seat and look up at him. “Some privacy, please?”
Not only do I have zero desire to piss in front of my brother, maybe it will buy me some time to look for an escape. There are plenty of windows, surely I can find some way out of this nightmare.
But all it takes is one look to tell me I’m not getting my way. “No. Little girls don’t need privacy from their Daddies.”
Ugh. Daddy. There’s that word again.
Looking up at the ceiling, I do my best to ignore him and will my muscles to relax. It seems to take forever, but eventually comes the unmistakable sound of my bladder emptying itself.
When I reach for the toilet paper, however, Jasper takes me by the arm and pulls me to my feet. Before I can ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, he wraps an arm around my waist and bends me over.
“No, please! I don’t want a spanking!”
“Relax, princess. Daddy is just cleaning you up.”
Sure enough, his words are followed by the feel of something swiping down my pussy and I am certain I’m about to die of humiliation right there on the spot.
But I don’t die, though part of me wonders if I haven’t already and this is my eternal punishment.
Jasper allows me to stand straight again, but his hold on my arm doesn’t loosen as he leads me over to the sink. Tears, hot and humiliating, fill my eyes when he pulls the same gag as the night before from his pocket.
And for the first time, I recognize it for what it is.
A fucking pacifier.
“You are not putting that in my mouth!”
Ignoring my protests, Jasper sticks the rubber tip beneath the spout of the hand soap, and with a low buzzing sound, it dispenses a large gooey dollop of liquid soap right onto the pacifier. Horror grips me as he raises the pacifier to my mouth, his dark, angry eyes boring into mine. “Open, Juliet. Daddy’s going to wash all those naughty words out of your mouth for good.”
Pressing my lips together, I shake my head, but I already know it’s no use. No matter how hard I fight, he always seems to win. But I can’t just give in, not to this.
“I’m going to count to three, little girl. If you do not open your mouth before I reach three, I am going to paddle your bottom red and then put the pacifier in. One.”
Shit, shit, shit. I don’t want another spanking. But I also don’t want the soapy pacifier.
“Two.”
I can’t run. Jasper’s grip on my arm is like iron. So my choices are either to obey, or get my butt whooped again and then obey.
Caught between the proverbial rock and hard place.
“Thr—”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!”
A smile replaces Jasper’s stern expression. “Good girl. Open up.”
It takes every ounce of courage I have to part my trembling lips, and as soon as my mouth is open wide enough, he shoves the pacifier in.
The acrid taste of soap fills my mouth, burns my throat and sinuses, making me gag. But he’s already buckled the pacifier around my head and there’s no ridding myself of the punishing taste. Worse, I instinctively suck on the rubber tip, which only causes more bubbles to fill my mouth.
It’s pure misery, and I vow to myself to at least try to curb my language while I’m stuck on this island. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I look up at my brother, pleading silently for mercy.
“The pacifier stays in until Daddy is very sure you’ve learned your lesson, princess. You’ll feel better after a bath.”
Nothing could possibly make me feel better, but I allow myself to be led over to the tub without any further struggle. I’ve been awake less than a half hour and already he’s broken my will to fight.
When the tub is about halfway full, Jasper lifts me up and places me in the warm water. Despite the nightmare I unwittingly walked into, the heat helps to drain the tension from my limbs. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the pillow built into the edge of the tub and simply float for a while. I avoid sucking on the pacifier as much as possible, and eventually the taste of soap becomes a bit easier to bear, though it’s still a miserable punishment.
As I float, a strong hand wraps around my ankle, lifting my leg out of the water, and my eyes fly open at the feeling of a soapy washcloth running over my skin. I can only stare in shock at the sight that greets my eyes.
Jasper Blackwood, king of the real estate world, heir to one of the largest fortunes in the world, is on his knees beside the tub. Bathing me.
What. The. Hell.
My stepbrother glances over, an easy grin stretching across his face. “Little girls don’t bathe themselves, princess. That’s Daddy’s job.”
It should be humiliating. Correction, it is humiliating, but it’s also… sweet. Caring. There’s a tenderness in his touch that makes my chest ache for more.
But there was nothing tender about the way he spanked me last night. Or the way he forced me to use the bathroom in front of him before shoving soap into my mouth. There are two sides to my brother, and I need to remember that a little pampering doesn’t erase the pain and humiliation he’s put me through.
My brother is a monster, and I need to escape him as soon as possible.