Chapter 23
JOSIE
I’m so fucking screwed.
All afternoon, I’ve been sitting with this gnawing, twisting feeling in my gut, trying to decide if I did the right thing by emailing Vanessa to come and rescue me.
And just when I’d finally managed to convince myself that yes, it was a necessary evil, I stumble upon my Daddy with his shirt unbuttoned and his hair all disheveled, swinging an ax like a real fucking lumberjack.
If there is a straight woman alive who could resist that sight, I’ve never met her.
Now he’s stomping toward me, dark eyes blazing with a hunger that has my breath catching in my throat. My heart trips in my chest when he swings me up into his arms with the same ease he swung the ax, and carries me up the stairs.
“Where are you supposed to be right now, Josephine Elise?”
His voice is a low growl that sends shivers straight to my pussy. “At the table. But I needed you.”
A muscle in his jaw jumps and my tummy twists. “Am I in trouble?”
“Oh, yes. You are Daddy’s very naughty Little girl and you need to be punished.”
There’s something different about his tone. It isn’t the stern, unyielding tone I’m used to when I’m actually in trouble, though it is rough. Harsh in a way that nearly pulls a whimper from me as he strides into my nursery.
“First things first, my Little girl needs to potty.”
As they always do, my cheeks heat with embarrassment at his words. “That’s why I was looking for you,” I confess, pressing my face against his shoulder. “Uncle Colt said I wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom and sent me to find you.”
“Uncle Colt is right.” Laying me out on the changing table, he presses on my bladder. And unlike all the times before, it only takes a few seconds for the organ to give way and for the cotton covering my bottom half to grow damp.
Tears prick my eyes at the humiliation of it all. Even if I did end up staying here the rest of my life, I don’t think I’d ever get used to being forced to piss myself on a regular basis.
That thought reminds me of the email I sent, and I’m filled with sadness at the idea of leaving him. Of leaving my family. Despite everything they’ve put me through, I love them all so fucking much it makes me ache.
“My smart, pretty little bug,” Daddy murmurs, his voice tinged with awe as he peels the soaked diaper from me, followed by my dress. “You were such a good girl for me, Josie-Posie. Almost good enough for me to change my mind about punishing you.”
Again my heart speeds up as he lifts me into his arms again to carry me back to the bedroom. He’s so gentle as he lowers me to the bed it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
What is going on?
“My beautiful, sweet, smart babygirl.” Soft kisses feather along my jawline between every word of praise. “I’m so in awe of you, Josie. The life you built for yourself after such incredible loss. You’re so fucking strong, little bug, and I’m so proud of you.”
Oh, god. My heart feels like it might actually shatter in my chest at his words. “You are?”
“Of course I am, baby.” Down and down he goes, leaving a trail of fire along my skin as he kisses his way down my neck to the swell of my breasts, pausing there to pull one stiff peak into his mouth. Need coils low in my belly as I arch up with a cry, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Releasing my nipple, he looks down at me through hooded eyes. “You could have given up. You could have let your grief bury you. But you didn’t. You were so strong, for so long. But you don’t have to be strong anymore, bug.”
Closing my eyes, I let the pleasure of his mouth on my breast wash over me, hoping it will rinse away the guilt threatening to smother me. I don’t deserve his sweet words, his gentle touches, not after what I’ve done to him.
To our family.
“I-I thought this was a punishment,” I manage to gasp out as he continues his slow trek down my body.
His laughter vibrates against my belly. “There’s more than one way to teach a naughty girl a lesson, Josie-Posie.”
With that, the weight of him disappears, and I pry my eyes open to watch as he crosses to the same trunk from the other day. He retrieves the teal rope again, but this time he has something else in his hands, something that looks like silver earrings.
Setting the earrings aside, he unwinds the rope, his glittering gaze locked on me. “I’m going to hurt you, Josie. Do you know why?”
Fear and need buzz up and down my veins as I watch him kneel between my thighs, the silken rope in his hands.
“Because I didn’t stay where you put me?”
“Partly, yes. That’s what the rope is for, to remind you that when Daddy tells you to stay where you are, he means it.”
It doesn’t seem fair for him to punish me for that when it was his brother who sent me to find him. But I’m too enraptured by the fluid motion of his hands as he slides the rope beneath my body to argue.
“But that’s only part of the reason I’m going to hurt you. The real reason is simply because I want to.”
This is a side I’ve never seen of him. A side I’m not sure actually existed when he was Bennett Kincaid. “Oh.” I barely breathe the word, my chest is so tight with terror and wonder and need so sharp I wonder how it doesn’t shred his rope the second it touches my skin.
“I enjoy hurting you, little bug. And maybe that makes me a horrible person, I don’t know. I don’t really care. All that matters to me is that you’re mine, Josephine Elise, and I want to leave my mark on you in every possible way.”
God help me, I want the same thing. How can I want him so badly, crave him in every possible way, and also want so desperately to escape?
I don’t know, and the confusion and guilt sit heavy in my chest threatening to smother me. “Daddy…”
“What is it, baby?” Silky ropes glide along my skin, trapping me, pressing in on me and somehow the pressure of them helps to ease the ache in my heart. “What do you need?”
Locking eyes with him, I give him the only truth I can. “You.”
“You always have me, my little lovebug.”
Will he still feel that way when he discovers what I’ve done? When he learns how deeply I’ve betrayed him and our family?
Those thoughts are too much to bear, so I shove them firmly in a box in my mind, clearing it of everything that isn’t him.
And I surrender.
I give myself over to his touch, his ropes, to the way both make me feel so safe, so secure as I let him work his magic.
Binding me, body and soul, in those silky lengths.
He winds the rope around my chest and between my legs, weaving an intricate pattern that leaves only my most sensitive parts bare to him.
By the time he stops to admire his work, I feel a bit like I’m floating.
Then he gets mean.
Leaning over, he picks up the silver-earring things. But when his lips curve up in a cruel smile, I realize with a jolt of fear they probably aren’t earrings.
“You have the prettiest little tits I’ve ever seen, Josie. They were the prettiest twenty years ago and that hasn’t changed one bit. But I think they’ll be even prettier with some… accessories.”
It’s all the warning I have before the thing in his hand clamps down around my nipple. I arch up from the bed with a loud cry as pain stabs at my breast.
“Oh! Daddy, no! Take it off, take it off!”
“Shh, just give it a minute, bug. It won’t hurt so bad for very long.”
A sob rises in my chest, choking me as I struggle to breathe through the pain. But before it can calm, he clamps my other nipple and tears well in my eyes.
“Fucking hell, babygirl. You’re so… perfect.”
The awe in his voice doesn’t erase my pain entirely, but it does make it somewhat easier to bear. Sniffling, I stare up at him through watery eyes as I drag in deep breaths through my nose. “R-really?”
“Yes, baby. Perfect. And all mine.”
With that, he hooks my legs over his arms—and feasts.
A gasp tears from my throat as my fingers twist in the sheets beneath me. Pleasure floods my body, mingling with the pain of the clamps on my nipples and the combination threatens to shred me from the inside out.
“Daddy! Daddy, please.”
His laughter vibrates against my clit and the edges of my vision go gray. But just as that coil of need inside me tightens to the point I think it might snap, he backs off, and a sob rises in my throat.
Sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy, he lifts his head, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “Did you forget this is a punishment, little bug? It was very naughty not to stay where Daddy put you.”
“But Uncle Colt said to come find you!”
“Then you should have told him your Daddy said not to move.”
Again he works me into a frenzy, taking me just to the edge before yanking me back again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes as pain and pleasure become a storm inside me, raging and tearing through my body with impunity. “I won’t be naughty ever again, I swear!”
“Oh, my sweet little bug. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Over and over, he torments me. Testing the limits of what my body and mind can handle, dragging me as close to the edge of sanity as he can without allowing me to fly.
By the time he settles on his knees between my splayed thighs, I’m a sobbing, incoherent mess.
“Shh, little bug,” he murmurs as he pushes his cock between my soaked, too-sensitive lips. “It’s all right. Daddy’s right here, baby. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s cock?”
Unable to form words, I bob my head up and down as he fucks me with slow, deep strokes.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groans, thrusting so deep I swear I can feel him in my soul. “You’re so goddamn perfect. I’m going to take the clamps off now and you’re going to come for me, baby. And then Daddy’s going to fill you all the way up with his cum.”
Oh, thank god, the clamps are coming off.
That’s the last coherent thought I have before I’m overcome with pain.
Daddy yanks the clamps from my nipples and a million needles stab at me, ripping a scream from my throat as my body spasms around him.
At the same time, the fire he’s been stoking inside me erupts, a volcano of pleasure turning my blood to lava in my veins.
I am overcome, overwhelmed, over… everything.
Somewhere in the distance there’s a roar, and then he goes still inside me, the warmth of his cum coating my insides before he collapses onto the bed, pulling me into his arms.
“My good girl.” He presses a kiss to my forehead as my eyes drift closed. “That was fucking perfect, baby. You are perfect.”
Every inch of my body aches. I’m pretty sure I will burst into tears if someone even looks at my nipples sideways.
But none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that Daddy thinks I’m his good girl.
Even if I know it’s a huge fucking lie.