Chapter 14
MELANIE
The loud cry jolts me out of the twilight sleep I’d fallen into cradled in Axel’s arms and a startled cry rips from me before I can stop it. Those same arms wrap more tightly around me, and a low growl rumbles in Axel’s chest.
“What the fuck is wrong with you all? You scared her.”
“Shit.” Colt, I think, though it could be Bram. “Sorry, Ax. We just wanted to surprise you.”
“Next time, surprise us a little less loudly, especially first thing in the morning. Jesus.”
Someone laughs, the sound filled with wicked amusement. “Did we scare your Little one, big brother, or did we scare you?”
Auntie Gray, and even though my heart is still pounding from the fright, I can’t help but giggle at the thought of my big, bad Daddy being given a scare by his siblings.
Lifting my head, I flash Auntie Gray a smile. “I wasn’t scared at all. Must have been Daddy.”
Another growl rumbles in Axel’s chest. “Clearly I didn’t do a good enough job of washing all those lies out of your system, little girl. Perhaps another enema is in order.”
Embarrassment heats my cheeks, not just at the thought of getting another enema but because now everyone knows he gave me one. “Did you really have to tell the whole world?”
I’m whining, exactly like a Little girl, but I can’t seem to help myself. Being treated like a child brings it out in me, apparently, no matter how hard I try to cling to the knowledge that I’m not actually a toddler.
“It’s just your uncles and your Auntie Gray,” he says, bouncing me exactly like one might a fussy baby. “We don’t have secrets in this family.”
Great. So every time he decides to shove something up my ass, everyone will know about it.
“We really didn’t mean to startle you, little one.” A different brother, Dane I think, steps forward and holds out a lumpy package wrapped in plain brown paper. “But our family has a tradition, handed down through generations. The Chivaree, it’s called.”
“Right. The thing where you dance around like maniacs and bang on pots and pans while your brother fu—claims me on a table,” I respond dryly, not taking the offered package.
But rather than looking chagrined, they all only grin. “That’s part of it,” Colt says with a shrug. “But there’s more. Presents for the new bride and groom.”
I’m torn. I do like presents—who doesn’t?—but I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing something nice for me after everything they’ve put me through.
But it seems the decision isn’t mine to make. “You’re being rude, Lanie.” Axel’s low murmur is tinged with disappointment, and it settles heavy in my chest even though I know I don’t owe him or his siblings any politeness. “Be a good girl and open your presents.”
Or you can open them with a red-hot bottom. I don’t need him to actually say the words hanging in the air between us to understand that’s exactly what will happen if I disobey.
So I guess I’m opening the fucking presents.
Taking the first gift from Dane, I give the crudely wrapped package a squeeze. Whatever it is, it’s soft, and my curiosity gets the better of me as I rip the paper away.
And despite my feelings toward my new “family”, my heart trips in my chest at the sight of the fluffy stuffed penguin in my hands. “Oh. He’s so cute.”
“I like animals, and I’ve been collecting these ever since we all decided to build a family of our own,” Dane says by way of explanation. “And he seemed fitting, since we found you in the snow and all.”
“Thank you, Uncle Dane. I love him.” And I mean it. It’s been years since I had anything as frivolous as a stuffed animal, and the fact that he put so much thought into picking out just the right one for me goes a long way toward thawing my frosty feelings toward my uncles.
Well. At least toward Uncle Dane.
“Here, little one.” Auntie Gray steps forward and holds her hand out. “Let me hold your new friend so you can finish unwrapping your presents.”
“Oh, but…” It’s silly and childish, but the thought of handing over my new toy has my heart constricting in my chest.
“Don’t worry, honey. Auntie Gray will take good care of him until you’re ready to snuggle him.”
“Okay.” Reluctantly, I pass her my new penguin friend, my gaze lingering on them until I’m satisfied she’s holding him carefully enough for me to shift my attention away from them and back to my uncles.
Up next is Bram, with a thin, square package. A book, I realize when I unwrap it. “Mr. Popper’s Penguins. I’m sensing a theme.”
Bram grins and shrugs, looking so much like his twin with that simple gesture it’s almost eerie. “Dane mentioned the penguin stuffie and I figured it was the perfect choice. I have a whole library downstairs though, if this one isn’t to your liking.”
“No, no, it’s perfect. Thank you, Uncle Bram.”
Stepping forward and nudging his twin aside, Colt thrusts another crudely wrapped package toward me. “It’s not a penguin, but I think you’ll like it just the same.”
“A snowglobe!” Squealing happily, I tip the globe upside down and then upright again, joy spreading through my chest as I watch the glittery snow fall around the city. “Oh! Is this Las Vegas?”
“It is. I thought you could make do with this until we can talk your Daddy into letting you come see the real thing with me.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Axel grumbles.
But Uncle Colt just winks and steps back, allowing Ford to approach us, his eyes sparkling. “This is really more a present for your Daddy, but you can unwrap it if you like.”
Curiosity once again wins the day as I take the slender package from him and peel away the brown paper. A low groan slips from my lips as I hold up the “present”. “A thermometer? Really?”
“Ford! It’s supposed to be a fun present!” Colt scolds, swatting his younger brother on the back of the head.
Scowling, Uncle Ford rubs at the spot. “First of all, good health is fun. And if our brother isn’t having fun sticking things in his Little girl’s bottom, then that sounds like a completely different problem.”
More embarrassment rushes to my cheeks as behind me, Axel’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Thank you, Ford. I’m sure I’ll get plenty of use from this present.”
Translation: He’s going to find every excuse possible to stick the thermometer up my ass.
Lovely.
From his spot behind the others, Uncle Eli grunts. “If you’re all done spoiling our niece with toys and trinkets she’ll forget she even has in two days, we should head downstairs for a gift she’ll actually use. Breakfast is ready.”
“Really, Eli?” Amusement laces Axel’s tone as he moves toward the bedroom door. “Your gift is breakfast?”
“Little girls have to eat,” Uncle Eli grumbles in response.
“I suppose I can’t argue with that.”
We make our way downstairs to the large dining room table, and my eyes widen at the array of foods spread out across the gleaming wood. Different flavors of muffins, biscuits, bowls of eggs and gravy and bacon.
“Jesus Christ, Eli, did you stay up all night?”
Shrugging, Eli plucks a muffin filled with what seems to be hundreds of chocolate chips from a bowl. “I wasn’t sure what she would like, so I made a little of everything.” He hands me the muffin, his expression stern. “But don’t get used to it, little one. This is a special occasion.”
“Thank you, Uncle Eli!”
But before I can unwrap the muffin, it’s lifted from my hands and I turn my head to glare at Axel. “Hey! That’s mine!”
“Chocolate chip muffins are basically dessert. Have some protein and then if you ask politely, you may have a muffin.”
I don’t want protein. I want my goddamn muffin.
“Uncle Eli gave that to me. Give it back.”
Axel raises one dark brow and everything in me quakes. Being surrounded by my new family and showered with presents made me feel brave, but faced again with that terrifying dominance, I’m second-guessing my every word. “You really want your muffin that badly, little one?”
It’s not the immediate threat of a spanking I was expecting, and the switch-up throws me off balance. “Um. Yes, please.”
“Well, it’s good to see you’ve finally remembered your manners.” Taking his seat at the head of the table, Axel sets the muffin on his plate. But instead of perching me on his lap like the night before, he lowers me to the ground in front of him and reaches for the buckle on his belt.
“Protein first, then you may have your muffin.”
It takes a moment for his meaning to click. But when he pulls his giant cock free, the swollen mushroom head staring me in the face, I know exactly what he wants from me.
“I changed my mind, Daddy. I don’t want the muffin, I’ll just have some eggs.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, little one. Open up.”
Sliding a hand into my still-damp hair, he pulls me close, forcing me to open wide for this cock. Resigned to my fate, I open my jaw as far as it will go, taking all of him in as I move my head up and down.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem intent on punishing me like he did the night before. There’s no choking, no gagging, only the irresistible pressure of his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movements as I pleasure him.
A low groan meets my ears and I peer up at him through my lashes. His eyes are closed, a look of pure rapture on his face.
Because of me.
Power pulses through my veins. He is in heaven, experiencing the same kind of pleasure he’s forced on me multiple times now, and there’s something exhilarating about it. About having such a large, powerful man completely at my mercy.
Okay, probably not completely. If I do something he doesn’t like, I have no doubt he’ll punish me or at least force me to do it differently. But still… his pleasure is somewhat under my control.
And I really, really like it.
Emboldened by this knowledge, I begin to experiment, rolling my tongue around in my mouth to see what gets a reaction from him. There’s a spot right on the underside of his cock, just beneath the swollen head that earns me a low growl and his hand tightening on my head.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough with need. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job for Daddy, little one.”
His praise is like the silken strands of a spider web, wrapping around me, binding me in his deadly trap. But I’m flying too high on the heady rush of giving pleasure to care.
Tongue, teeth, lips. I use every bit of my mouth to please him, earning me more of that silken praise between little grunts and groans. Until his cock swells in my mouth and I swallow, greedily gulping him down.
“My filthy little baby,” he murmurs, his hold on my hair loosening so he can stroke my neck. “You did a very good job, Lanie. Would you like your muffin, now?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
After tucking his cock back into his jeans, he plucks me from the ground and settles me on his lap just like the night before. “You still need to eat some eggs and a few bits of fruit. But you can have two bites of your muffin, first.”
It’s a compromise, and since Axel doesn’t strike me as a man who’s used to compromising with anyone, I count it as a win and open my mouth for the first bite of muffin. Flavor explodes across my tongue and a low moan slips free before I can even think to stop it.
“Oh my god. These muffins are amazing.”
From his spot beside us, Eli grunts. “They turned out okay. Glad you like them, little one.”
An odd feeling settles inside me as I sit on Axel’s lap, letting him feed me.
Bits of muffin interspersed with delicious scrambled eggs, bacon, and surprisingly fresh fruit that leaves me wondering if they made a trip to town before the snow hit.
All around me, conversation swirls, filled with good-natured ribbing and discussions of what chores need to be completed during the day.
And if I didn’t know any better, I would say the feeling in my stomach is something almost like… contentment.
But even if it is, that doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like I can go anywhere, even if I want to. So if I’m able to scavenge some tiny scraps of happiness from my current situation until I’m able to escape, then is that really so bad?
When my plate is cleared, Axel rises from his chair, patting my diaper-covered bottom like I’m truly his baby as he carries me to the opposite end of the table.
“You have one last gift, little one. From your Auntie Gray.”
He settles me on her lap and Auntie Gray smiles down at me, soft and warm as she presses something to my lips. “Open up, little one.”
Maybe the excellent food has lulled me into some kind of trance. Or maybe I’m just tired of fighting. Whatever the reason, I obediently part my lips and something soft and rubbery slides into my mouth.
Instinctively, I suck, and cold milk coats my tongue. But it tastes… odd. A little too sweet somehow.
As I suck at the rubber thing, trying to puzzle through why the milk tastes so different, the truth of my current circumstances hits me like a freight train.
I am cradled on a strange woman’s lap, wearing little more than a diaper, drinking milk from a bottle after I just gave the man I call Daddy a blow job right in front of his entire family.
Luckily, the milk washes down the bile that threatens to rise in my throat as my brain struggles to wrap itself around how truly perverse this family is.
And even more… how perverse I am for enjoying even a single second of their humiliating treatment.