Chapter 8
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My heart feels as though it might actually burst from my chest as I stare down at my sweet little bug, her eyes glazed over from being so thoroughly fucked. I give myself a few moments to settle before pulling my cock free of my wife’s dripping pussy.
That thought stops me cold. My wife. Finally, after all these years, Josephine Mercer is mine, as she was always meant to be.
Once I’m tucked back into my pants, I pull the pacifier gag free of her mouth and wrap the diaper around her once more, sealing my cum against her as I hoist her into my arms. She whines a bit, but her head drops onto my shoulder, the weight of it so achingly familiar as I move us around the room.
The swell of noise from the Chivaree has faded, replaced by the soft strains of an old love song.
It takes me a moment to place the music, the words, but when I do, emotion wells inside me, threatening to choke me.
Our first dance, when we were both so very young, with our entire lives ahead of us. I glance over at my twin, and Colt flashes me a grin and a wink.
Beside me, Axel is dancing with his own Little girl, and Lanie’s sweet giggle reaches my ears as her Daddy spins her around the room. Gray is in Ford’s arms, laughing and swaying to the music.
One song bleeds into the next, gentle and sweet in the aftermath of the chaos that is the Chivaree, until Eli steps back into the room. “Lunch is served.”
Bouncing Josie lightly in my arms, I press a kiss to her temple. “Time to wake up, little bug. You need to eat.”
Josie stirs in my arms with a whine, pressing her face into my neck. “Not hungry.”
“Sweetheart, you haven’t eaten anything all day.” Taking my place just to Axel’s right, I settle her on my lap. “We need to get something in that cute little belly.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Josie.” I put a bit more steel in my voice now. “You can either sit up and let Daddy feed you, or you can eat your lunch with a hot bottom. Which would you prefer?”
An annoyed little huff slips past her lips as she sits up on my lap and glares at me. “You’re a big fu—freaking bully, you know that?”
“Maybe you need someone to bully you into taking care of yourself. Way I remember it, you never were very good at it.”
Fire flashes in her eyes. “I’ve been taking care of myself just fine for twenty years.”
The reminder that I wasn’t there for her, that I left her behind to grieve and struggle through on her own is like a physical blow to my chest. “I know, baby. But that’s behind you now. Daddy’s here and I’m going to take care of everything.”
Tears shimmer on her lashes, but only for a moment before she blinks them away. “I don’t need you.”
Stubborn little brat. “Maybe not. But you’ve got me anyway.”
Ignoring her protests for the time being, I scan the table in front of me.
While Colt and I were out last night, capturing my bride, Eli stayed behind to prepare the wedding feast. And man, did he outdo himself.
A half-dozen different bowls litter the table, along with baskets of fresh bread and the fancy butter he likes to get from one of the local farms.
Closest to me, I spot a bowl of macaroni and cheese with bacon heavily scattered on top and I smile. Josie never could resist Mac and cheese, so I scoop some onto our plate, along with a couple pieces of fried chicken and some broccoli.
Picking up my fork, I scoop up some of the delicious cheesy pasta and hold the fork up to Josie’s lips. But even though I can see the way her eyes light up at the offering, she presses her lips together and shakes her head.
Apparently, I’m going to have to get mean.
“Josephine Elise. I am giving you one last chance to do as you’re told before I take your diaper off and spank your bare bottom right here at the dinner table.”
Crossing her arms beneath her heavy, bare breasts, she narrows her eyes. “I told you, I’m not hungry.”
“Have it your way, then.”
Setting the fork aside, I push back from the table. With a quiet sigh and shake of his head, Colt moves my plate aside, clearing off a spot for me to deal with my naughty girl. In no time at all, I have Josie bent over the edge of the table, her bottom bare as I swat her naked skin over and over.
It takes longer than I expect, given the paddling she took not very long ago, but eventually Josie is dancing in place, her cries for mercy peppering the air. “Ow, ow, ow, okay, I’ll eat! I’ll eat!”
“Good.” But I don’t stop there. Shifting my attention to that sensitive spot where her ass and thighs meet, I concentrate several hard swats there.
Not only does it hurt more in the moment, I know for a fact her diaper will rub against those sore areas the rest of the day, hopefully serving as a reminder for her to obey her Daddy.
“The next time Daddy tells you to do something, are you going to listen, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes! I’m sorry!” she wails, still dancing and wiggling in place to try and escape her punishment.
Satisfied I’ve won her obedience at least for now, I cap off her spanking with two final, hard swats before pulling her diaper back into place. Scooping her up in my arms, I return to my chair with my sniffling, whimpering babygirl cradled on my lap.
This time, when I lift the fork to her lips, Josie immediately opens her mouth, accepting the offered food. Around us, our family talks and jokes and laughs. And as I feed my babygirl, I know without a single doubt everything will work out just fine.
Josie
Our “wedding reception” carries on well into the afternoon.
The feast lingers for what feels like hours, followed by more dancing and merriment.
And at a few points, I’m able to forget exactly how I came to be here, with the family I thought I’d never see again, and I lose myself in the celebration.
But then someone will call out a name I don’t recognize and just like that, I’m reminded of how I grieved them. Of the fact that the man who calls himself my Daddy snuck into my cabin and drugged and kidnapped me before forcing me into this sham of a wedding.
And just like that, the fury returns, and I can’t bring myself to smile or laugh along with them as they dance to my sorrow.
I’m caught up in the arms of the man I once knew as Declan, who everyone calls Dane, when the need to relieve my bladder hits. “Let me go, please.”
Dane’s smile fades as he frowns down at me. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing. I just want you to let me go.” I try to pull away, but he holds me tight and annoyance pricks at the base of my skull. “Dane. Let me go, now.”
Slowing our steps, Dane raises a brow. “It’s Uncle Dane to you, little girl. Now, tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”
“Oh my god.” Hissing at him under my breath, I try again to yank away, but his hold never loosens. “I just need to use the bathroom, you fucking psycho.”
“Josephine!” Daddy’s voice, stern and unyielding, freezes me in place. “Apologize to your Uncle Dane right now.”
That same stubbornness I was feeling at lunch wells up inside me and I turn to glare at him. “First of all, I’m not calling a man three years older than me Uncle anything. Second of all, I just want to take a piss and you’re all making a federal fucking case out of it!”
Daddy, who had been dancing with Lanie, passes his partner off to Axel who sighs and shakes his head. He doesn’t seem disappointed, though. Just… resigned, as if they were all expecting me to behave this way.
And maybe they were, because how the hell else am I supposed to act under the circumstances?
“All right, little girl.” Taking hold of my arm, Daddy drags me behind him down a short hall. “You’re that eager to go to the bathroom? Let’s go.”
Something in his tone has alarm bells ringing in my mind and I try my damnedest to dig in my heels. But he’s so much stronger than I am, and before long we’re locked in a half-bath together.
His furious gaze clashes with mine and I shrink back against the closed door.
“I am very disappointed in your behavior just now, Josephine Elise. Once we are done in here, you are going to march your naughty bottom right back out there and apologize to everyone, especially your Uncle Dane, for your behavior.”
The refusal burns on the tip of my tongue, but one look at his face is enough to have me swallowing the words. “But I just needed to pee,” I whisper, horrified to hear the tears in my voice, to feel them burning the backs of my eyes.
“And so you will. While you’re getting that naughty mouth washed out with soap.” Sighing heavily, Daddy crouches and opens a cabinet beneath the sink. “I was trying to give you time to adjust, Josie, but I should have known better. You always did respond best to a firm hand.”
“Disagree. I respond best to not being fucking kidnapped and forced into marriage with a dead man.”
Rising from his squat, Daddy pins me with another stern glare. “You are really determined to see how far you can push me today, aren’t you, Josephine?”
“I guess some things really don’t ever change.”
My response earns me a snort of laughter, but it doesn’t deter him from unwrapping the soap and running it beneath the stream of water until bubbles form on the surface. “I guess they don’t. Open up, bug. If I have to force you, I can promise you will regret it.”
I already regret everything about this trip. Why the hell did I pick Colorado, anyway? Fifty fucking states, a million small towns, and somehow I ended up here.
If I was a more romantic sort, I might think something like fate brought me here. But I gave up on believing in fairytales twenty years ago.
Even with all those regrets, I’m leery of pushing him too much harder. Faced with the very real prospect of having my mouth washed out, I’m suddenly regretting some of my choices.
But only some.
“Can’t we talk about this?” I ask, mumbling somewhat as I try not to open my mouth enough for him to shove the soap in.
“I think you’ve done quite enough talking for today, little girl. One.”
Uh-oh. It may be twenty years later, but I remember all too well what happens when he gets to three.
My mouth falls open, and a second later the soap is in there, coating my tongue with the bitter, acrid taste of it as I gag around the bar. It’s worse than I could have possibly imagined, and if my mouth wasn’t full, I would be begging him to take it out.
“That soap is going to stay right there until Daddy is convinced we’ve washed all those naughty words right out of your mouth.
” Moving to stand behind me, he wraps his arms around my waist, his hands pressing on my abdomen.
“But I believe a certain naughty Little girl said she had to use the bathroom.” He presses harder, the pressure on my bladder growing more and more unbearable with every passing second.
And as I stand there, my mouth full of disgusting bubbles and my bladder feeling like it’s about to burst, I’m hit with the horrifying realization that he has no intention of letting me use the toilet.
He’s going to force me to piss in my fucking diaper.