Chapter 9
MELANIE
As if on autopilot, my body instantly obeys and I slide to the ground in front of him, blinking up at him through teary eyes. “I’m really sorry, Daddy. I won’t use any more naughty words, I promise.”
“I’m very glad to hear that, baby. But Daddy needs to be very sure.”
I watch in horror as he reaches for the belt on his dress pants, slowly sliding the leather through the buckle. A moment later, the largest cock I’ve ever seen—okay so I’ve only seen one other but still—springs free right in front of my face.
“Since soap didn’t work, let’s see if Daddy’s cum will do the job and rinse all those naughty words out of your mouth for good. Open up, little one.”
The absolute last thing I want to do is open my mouth for that huge fucking thing. But my ass aches like a bad tooth and I already know if I refuse he’ll simply punish me again until I’m ready to do as I’m told.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I part my trembling lips as he wraps a hand behind my head, pulling me closer. The tip of his cock pushes past my lips, forcing my mouth open even wider as a taste that is salt and skin and him coats my tongue.
“Good girl.” Unlike before, when his praise was light, almost sweet, there’s a guttural quality to his words now that have my core clenching with need.
“Daddy’s going to hurt you now, because Little girls who use naughty words have to learn their lesson so they can be good girls again.
But it will be over soon and then you can have a snuggle. ”
Tightening his grip on the back of my head, he pulls me forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth until the tip hits the back of my throat. My muscles instinctively spasm around the foreign object and I gag, drool slipping from the corners of my mouth to mingle with the tears on my cheeks.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy around my cock. But that’s going to have to wait, because you were a very naughty baby.”
I shouldn’t like this. I don’t like this, but I can’t seem to convince my traitorous body of that. Need coils low in my belly as my vision swims from the lack of oxygen.
Just when I think I might actually pass out, he loosens his hold on me, letting me pull back just enough to drag air in through my nose.
But he only allows me a few breaths before his cock is down my throat again, choking me until I begin to worry I’ve pushed him too far and he means to actually kill me with his dick.
Over and over we repeat the dance, with him taking me to the very edge of what I think I can handle before giving me room to breathe. Until, finally, he lets me pull all the way back and I gasp for air as I stare up at him.
Gripping my chin, he runs his thumb over my skin and I realize with a jolt of horror he’s spreading my drool over my face. “Such a pretty little mess you make, my little runaway. Are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl now?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” My voice is hoarse from his abuse and I cough to clear my throat.
“Good. The sooner you learn which lines aren’t worth crossing, the happier you’ll be. Open.”
Tears well anew in my eyes. “Please, Daddy, I’m sorry! I learned my lesson I promise!”
“I’m so very happy to hear that, baby. But we need to finish your punishment or you’ll think you can just bat those pretty blue eyes and Daddy will give you whatever you want.”
I definitely do not think that, but I’m not about to argue with him and risk a worse punishment, either. So I force my mouth to open, to take him back in.
At least this time he doesn’t force me to choke on his giant cock, instead guiding my movements as I clumsily bob up and down on the length of him.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” His low groan fills my ears and my pussy spasms in response. “Fuck, babygirl, your mouth feels so fucking good on Daddy’s cock.”
Again I’m caught between what I know is wrong and what my body clearly wants. Every word of filthy praise from his mouth makes me wetter, needier, until I can’t help but squirm as I whimper around him.
And then his hand tightens on the back of my neck and his cock swells, the hot, salty taste of his cum filling my mouth.
I swallow instinctively, and despite my circumstances, pride wells in my chest as he collapses back against his chair, a wide grin on his face as he tucks his softening cock back into his pants.
I did that. I made this giant, controlling, powerful man weak in the knees with nothing but my mouth.
Movement to his right catches my eye and I watch as one of my “uncles” approaches and holds something out for him. Shock freezes me to the spot—I had, somehow, completely forgotten his siblings were all watching us while I took his cock down my throat.
While I sit, equal parts horrified and painfully aroused by what I’ve just done, Axel opens his palm and grins as the item is placed in his outstretched hand.
“Open your mouth again, baby. Daddy has something to help you remember your manners the rest of the evening.”
Curiosity more than terror fills me as I do as I’m told, opening my mouth for whatever it is he has in his hand. It’s certainly not as big as his cock, so I’m pretty sure whatever it is, I can take it.
Something rubber slides between my lips and I press at it with my tongue while Axel tugs at the attached straps, buckling them behind my head. And it’s then that I realize I’m effectively gagged. With what I’m still not sure, but whatever the thing is it’s lodged firmly between my teeth.
“Do you like your pacifier, little one?”
Pacifier? Fuck me, he really is going to treat me like a baby. What’s next, diapers?
Not wanting to risk his wrath again so soon, I slowly nod. Drool pools in my mouth and I give the rubber tip a tentative suck as I swallow. The action is… oddly soothing, so I suck again and again, slowly giving myself over to the infantile comfort.
“Good.” Rising from his chair, he bends down to pick me up with that effortless strength that steals my breath every time and he carries me over to the couch. “Daddy’s going to put your diaper on and then Uncle Bram has a present for you.”
Oh, fuck my life. The next step really is diapers.
Humiliation burns along my skin and I have to fight the urge to roll right off the couch and flee again as he slides the soft cotton beneath my bottom.
Well, it feels soft in some places, but unbearably itchy against my freshly paddled skin, and I whine around my pacifier at the little prickles of pain.
“I know it probably doesn’t feel good on a spanked bottom.
” Axel’s voice is surprisingly sympathetic, as if he isn’t the reason my ass aches and burns.
“But clearly I made an error in judgement by letting you think you were a bigger girl than you actually are. Maxwell always says to begin as you mean to go on, and I really should have listened to him. It’s a mistake I won’t make again, little one. ”
With the diaper secured around my hips, he beams down at me. “Fucking adorable. One more thing and then we’ll be ready for our wedding. Bram?”
One of the twins steps forward and places a length of pretty blue rope in Axel’s hands. “You can keep this. I’ve got plenty and an order coming for more in a couple weeks.”
“Thanks, Bram. Wasn’t that nice of your Uncle Bram, Melanie?”
No. No it was not nice. But again I’m too scared of what other punishments my brutish Daddy will come up with if I’m rude, so I force myself to nod up at Bram.
“You’re very welcome, little one,” he says with a smile that almost seems genuine. Like he thinks I actually agree it was nice for him to give my Daddy something to tie me up with.
Soft, silky rope slides around my wrists and before I can even think about fighting back, Axel has my arms bound together with a long length of rope left free. Taking hold of the tail, Axel gives the rope a gentle tug. “Come on, little runaway. Time to walk down the aisle.”
Axel
She’s absolutely perfect.
Standing beside me in nothing but her diaper, pacifier, and the dark blue rope wrapped around her wrists, Melanie is the very picture of a naughty Little girl, and despite emptying my cock down her throat just a few minutes ago, the appendage in question jerks at the sight of her.
Taking his position in front of us, Eli opens his worn Bible and clears his throat. “We are gathered here today to—”
“Wait!”
I have to bite back a sigh at my sister’s shouted interruption. “What is it, Gray?”
“We have to make sure she has everything she needs.” At my bland look, Gray rolls her eyes. “You know! Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.”
“Well we’ve got the blue taken care of,” Colt says with a chuckle.
“Right.” Frowning, Gray taps her lips. “Mama’s tiara is something old. I guess the pacifier counts as something new. But what about something borrowed?”
“The tiara is borrowed,” I point out, earning me another roll of Gray’s eyes.
“You can’t count it twice.” A wicked gleam lights in Gray’s eyes. “I have just the thing.”
Turning, she hurries back to the dining chair I’d used to spank my naughty Little girl and retrieves her hairbrush. “Since you borrowed it already, it only seems right.”
I can’t help but laugh as I take the brush from her and slide it between my babygirl’s clasped hands. “Perfect. Maybe it will help a certain Little girl remember there is always someone and something around for her Daddy to teach her a lesson.”
Melanie huffs through her nose and shoots me a glare, but she doesn’t argue.
Not that she really can with the pacifier in her mouth, but she could easily throw a tantrum, drop the brush, stomp her foot.
There are any number of ways for a bound and gagged Little girl to show her displeasure, but she refrains.
Pride wells in my chest. She’s learning so quickly, though I have no doubt she will still give me plenty of opportunities to spank her naughty little bottom in the future.
With Gray’s requirements satisfied, I turn back to Eli. “Continue.”
“Thanks,” he shoots back dryly. “As I was saying, we are gathered here today to see our brother Axel Thorne wed in holy matrimony to Melanie…” Pausing, he frowns and then heaves an exasperated sigh.
“Axel, do you take Melanie to be your wife and your Little girl, to have and to hold, to cherish and to punish? Do you promise to protect her against any threat to her health, safety, or overall wellbeing? Do you promise to be the Daddy she needs, providing for all her needs, physically, mentally, and emotionally, as long as you both shall live?”
Blinking back sudden tears, I smile down at my Little girl. “I do.”
“Very well. Since the bride’s mouth is otherwise occupied, I’ll skip ahead to asking if there is anyone here who objects to this union. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
We all ignore Melanie’s indignant squeaks as she tries to speak around her pacifier. When none of my siblings object, Eli grins and slams his Bible shut. “Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now claim your bride.”
All around us, a cheer goes up, followed by the sound of wooden spoons banging against metal pots.
“Chivaree!” Colt cries, holding a pot over his head as my other siblings follow suit.
Everyone but Ford, who still looks uncertain about this whole thing, forms a circle around us as I pick my Little girl up and carry her to the “altar” which is really just an old sideboard table Gray fell in love with and painstakingly restored.
Staring down into Melanie’s round, terrified eyes, my heart trips in my chest. So sweet. So beautiful.
And all mine.