Chapter 17
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Once my babygirl’s tears finally quiet, I pry my fingers free of their death grip on the couch and rise.
It was hard, harder than I expected, to watch Gray paddle my Little one to a sobbing mess.
But I know it was necessary, to help both Josie and Gray remember that they aren’t simply childhood best friends any longer.
That there’s a new hierarchy they both need to adhere to.
Now, however, all I care about is getting my babygirl back in my arms. Gray looks up as I approach, a small smile curving her lips before she looks back down at the sweet bundle in her arms. “I think your Daddy wants some snuggles now, sweet girl.”
Josie whines a bit when I shift her, but the moment she’s in my arms she wraps herself around me, burying her face in the side of my neck. “Shh, my little lovebug. Daddy’s right here. You’re okay.”
“Nuh-uh. Auntie Gray spanked me really hard!”
Those protective instincts well up inside me again but I force them down as I carry her upstairs to our rooms. “She spanked you really hard because you were really naughty, weren’t you, Josephine?”
She sniffles pitifully, and my heart trips in my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
In our room, I lay her down on the bed, and I can’t help but chuckle when she winces as her bottom hits the bed. “Poor baby. Is your bottom so very sore?”
Pouting up at me, she nods. “So sore.”
“I see. Do you need Daddy to kiss it and make it better?”
Considering how soaked she was when I was playing with her pussy during Lanie’s spanking, it’s no surprise when her pupils widen at my suggestion. “Yes, Daddy.”
My cock is hard, aching, demanding I take and claim what’s rightfully mine. But I want more from her than just a warm, wet place to stick my dick.
I want her pleasure, her submission.
I want all of her.
Leaving her on the bed, I make my way over to the trunk where I keep my favorite toys and remove a long length of teal rope.
Not simply blue or green, but a deep, gorgeous teal.
For years, I’ve been stocking up on this particular color and I realize now it’s because some part of me always believed my Josie would return to me.
Turning back to the bed, I watch as the smile curves her lips. “That’s so pretty. I love that color.”
“I know you do.” Setting the rope aside for the moment, I strip her shirt from her and flip her onto her stomach before reaching for the silken lengths again. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time, my sweet Josie.”
Her muscles tense as I slide the rope around her, deftly weaving a harness of sorts around her torso. “But you didn’t even know if you’d ever see me again.”
“And yet, I dreamed of this. Dreamed of you. Every night for the past twenty years, I’ve dreamed of having you in my bed again. Tied up in my ropes so you can never escape.”
Breath hitching, she whimpers softly as I gently pull her arms behind her, wrapping the pretty teal rope around her forearms and anchoring them to the harness. “I wasn’t the one who ran.”
Her words are an ache in my chest, a guilt I know will never be appeased. “I know, baby. And I know there is nothing I can ever say or do to take away the pain I caused you. But Daddy’s here now, and I’m never, ever leaving you again.”
Tying off my creation with a sturdy knot, I sit back and enjoy the view. My Josie, naked but for my ropes, her bare ass blazing red from the discipline she just received.
She’s fucking perfect.
Nudging her legs apart, I settle between them, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of one knee, then the other. Beneath me, Josie whimpers and wiggles, lifting her hips in silent entreaty.
But I won’t be rushed. I want to savor this, savor her, so I take my time, lighting little fires along her skin with too-light kisses until I reach the swell of her reddened ass. At the first press of my lips to her scorched skin, she gasps, her hips jerking upward.
“Daddy… please. Please, I’m dying.”
She sounds so sweet and pitiful I’m almost tempted to give her exactly what she wants.
Almost. But not quite.
Instead, I focus on her gorgeous, perfectly round ass, pressing gentle kisses over every inch of her hot, red skin. Until my babygirl is once again a wordless puddle beneath me.
Gripping her well-spanked ass, I spread her bottom cheeks, exposing the winking star of her anus to my gaze.
And feast.
Josie
Pain radiates through my body as Daddy’s fingers dig into my aching ass. But before I can do more than issue a whining protest, something wet presses against my forbidden hole.
“Daddy!”
His chuckle vibrates against my asshole and humiliation floods my veins. There is no possible way this is happening. Being publicly spanked and fucked was bad enough, but this?
Worse, there’s no escape. Even if I ever had a hope of overpowering him, of somehow twisting free of his grasp, there’s no such hope with my arms bound to my back this way.
Groaning, I bury my face in a pillow, desperate to hide from the humiliation of having my ass tongue-fucked by a man I thought was dead up until a couple days ago.
But that’s not the worst of it. The most humiliating part of this is how my pussy clenches emptily with every probing touch of his tongue.
Traitorous bitch.
Pain and pleasure meld together, no longer two separate sensations, but one overwhelming swell that threatens to drown me. And then my hips are moving of their own accord, lifting, pressing my asshole more firmly against his tongue as he continues to feast.
“My dirty Little girl,” he says with a deep, rumbling laugh that seems to vibrate straight down to my very soul. “You like it when Daddy eats your pretty little asshole, don’t you, baby?”
“No.” But my whining protests only earn me another laugh.
“Little liar.” The mattress shifts and then he’s on top of me, his thick cock pushing into my throbbing pussy.
“Someday soon, Daddy’s going to fuck you here.
” His thumb presses against my bottom hole, pushing past that tight ring of muscle as he fucks me with slow, deep thrusts.
I struggle, but between the ropes and the weight of him pinning me to the bed, I’m stuck.
Trapped.
Helpless.
His.
“Maybe when you’ve been extra naughty,” he continues, his voice thick with need as he works his thumb and cock in and out of both my holes.
“Maybe I’ll whip your poor little bottom with my belt, and when it’s all red and welted and so sore you can barely stand to be touched, that’s when I’ll fuck this pretty little hole. ”
Once again, my body betrays me, my pussy fluttering around his thick cock as he fills me over and over.
“Oh, you like the sound of that, don’t you, bug? My filthy, naughty Little girl. You like the idea of Daddy whipping your ass and then filling it with his cum. My dirty, dirty little baby.”
His words as much as his touch shove me over the edge and I come screaming, my pussy clamping down around him as pleasure floods me, drowns me.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groans, his own movements turning frenzied as he fucks me harder, faster, with none of the finesse he began with, his hips snapping against my sore bottom with every movement. “My good fucking girl. Are you ready for Daddy to fill you up, baby?”
Need is once more coiling low in my belly with every frantic thrust. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy, please.”
Full. I’m so full, with his thumb in my ass and his thick cock stretching my pussy open.
And when pleasure overtakes me the second time, he follows me over, burying himself inside me, pressing himself against my aching ass.
The pain only makes the pleasure that much more intense, and my vision goes dark at the edges as it overwhelms me.
Pulling his thumb from me, he collapses on the bed, pulling me into his arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “My sweet little bug. God, I’ve fucking missed you.”
Too exhausted for pretense, I snuggle into his chest with a sigh. “I missed you. Every day. I missed you so much, sometimes I wished I’d died with you.”
“Is that why you took my name?”
My heart, battered and bruised as it already is, trips in my chest. “Yes,” I whisper, the word sticking in my throat.
“I started writing a couple years after I lost my parents and I was so fucking alone. I needed a pen name, and I was just so desperate to feel close to you. To get some of what I’d lost back.
I-I guess I figured if I couldn’t have my family, I could at least have your name.
That’s why I chose Marjorie, too, for my grandmother.
It was my way of keeping at least a few of the people I loved close to me. ”
A sob rises in my chest and he pulls me close, shushing me softly as I sob. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. But Daddy’s here now. And you never have to be alone again.”
Josie
I wake still pressed against Daddy’s warm chest, but without the weight of the ropes around me. And even though I know I should, I can’t quite find the strength to peel myself away from him.
But there’s an urgent need making itself known between my thighs, one that has nothing to do with the pleasure he wrung from me before our impromptu nap. I try to ignore it for as long as possible, but soon my shifting and clenching draws his attention and he wakes with a chuckle.
“Josie… do you need to potty, baby?”
“I hate it when you say that,” I whine, pressing my face against his chest. “Can’t you say bathroom like a normal person?”
“Why would I use such a grown-up word for such a Little girl?”
Before I can protest, again, that I’m not a Little girl, I’m airborne. Daddy carries me to the nursery, where he lays me out on the changing table and wraps a diaper around me.
“All right, bug. Use your diaper and then we can go downstairs and see what Uncle Eli made for lunch.”
“I don’t wanna use my diaper! Please, Daddy, can’t I use the bathroom like a big girl?”
Daddy sighs and a moment later there’s pressure on my stomach and tears sting my eyes as my bladder gives way to his touch.
“You’ll get used to it soon, bug,” he says quietly as he strips the soiled diaper from me and replaces it with a fresh one. “I know it’s hard now, but it won’t always be this way.”
“I don’t want to get used to it. I want to use the bathroom like a normal person!”
Hoisting me up into his arms, he carries me back to his bedroom to dress me once more in one of his oversized shirts and fluffy socks.
“Josie, arguing with me about using your diaper isn’t going to make it any easier.
The sooner you accept that this is how you potty now, the better it will be for you. ”
“You mean for you,” I mumble, earning me a deep sigh.
“That too, yes. But do you really want to constantly fight with me?”
It surprises me that my answer isn’t instantly “Yes”. That some part of me really doesn’t want to be fighting with him all the time.
But admitting that feels too much like admitting defeat, so instead I just keep my mouth shut as he carries me downstairs to the kitchen.
Lanie’s there, snuggled up against her Daddy and looking particularly pitiful as Axel bounces her in his arms in front of the open fridge.
“There’s leftover fried chicken from the other night,” he says, a sweet, cajoling note to his voice I don’t think I’ve ever heard before. “You love Uncle Eli’s fried chicken.”
“No I don’t. It’s gross.”
Sighing, Axel closes the refrigerator door. “Lanie, baby, you need to eat something. If you don’t choose soon, Daddy will choose for you.”
“I’m not hungry!”
Axel turns, freezing in place when he spots us. The Little girl in his arms lifts her head, and for the first time since I woke up in this prison of a house, her expression isn’t bright and happy and welcoming.
“What’s she doing here?”
Guilt pricks at my chest. I can’t blame her for being mad at me. I’d be pissed too if I got spanked for something I didn’t even do.
“I’m sorry, Lanie!” The apology bursts out of me and tears of remorse blur my vision. “If I’d known you’d get in trouble too, I never would have snuck out of the nursery. Please forgive me?”
Sniffling, Lanie regards me through red-rimmed eyes. “You promise you won’t do it again?”
“I promise.”
She holds out a fist with her little finger stuck up in the air. “Pinkie-swear?”
Reaching my own littlest finger out, I hook it with hers. “Pinkie-swear.”
With a somber nod, she shakes our joined hands up and down. “You can’t ever break a pinkie-swear or you’ll die.”
“Melanie,” Axel scolds with a sigh.
“What? It’s the truth!”
“It is the truth, Adr—Uncle Axel,” I confirm with a solemn nod of my own. “I knew a girl who broke a pinkie-swear once and she got hit by a bus the very next day.”
Lanie’s eyes light with triumph. “See, Daddy? I told you!”
“Thanks a lot,” Axel grumbles, but when he looks over at me, it isn’t annoyance but relief in his dark gaze.
And just like that, Lanie and I are best friends again. Our Daddies make us lunch—leftover fried chicken, which Lanie apparently does actually love—and we sit and talk about our plans for the day. Plans our Daddies either encourage or reject outright, based on how much of a mess they might make.
It doesn’t even occur to me until much later that night that I managed to go the entire afternoon without even thinking about my escape plans.
As I lay in Daddy’s bed, my body still humming with pleasure after being thoroughly fucked once more, I promise myself that first thing tomorrow morning I’ll begin my planning again.
And I almost believe me.