Chapter 8
VANESSA
Of all the things I haven’t thought through since getting on the plane to Colorado, this may be the thing I didn’t think through the most. But my fight-or-flight instinct just kicked in—no pun intended—and now I’m here, pinned to a table with my diaper-covered ass sticking straight up in the air and a madman behind me threatening to whip me with a belt.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, D-Daddy!” The words stick in my throat a bit, but I’m not too proud to beg under the circumstances. My ass still aches from the brush he spanked me with earlier and just the thought of being whipped with an actual belt sends terror coursing through my veins.
“Oh, I’m sure you’re very sorry now, little fox.” A fierce sense of pride blooms in my chest at the garbled sound of his words, but it doesn’t last long. “Sorry you got caught, yet again. But don’t worry. Daddy’s here to teach you how to be a good girl.”
No matter how hard I fight, I’m no match for the two men holding me down as Dane rips the diaper from me, exposing my most private parts to the room.
I only have a minute to feel embarrassed about it, however, before an odd whistling sound reaches my ears, followed by a loud crack and an explosion of pain in a thick line across my ass.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“One more naughty word out of you, little girl, and I’ll get your Uncle Ford to mix up the soapiest enema he can. Trust me when I tell you that getting your bottom washed out with soap is even worse than your mouth.”
Before I can respond to that horrifying threat, he whips the belt across my ass two more times. Tears pool on my lashes as the pain engulfs me, my entire being focused on the fire lines he’s raised across my already aching ass.
“You can fight me all you want, little fox. Just know there will always be consequences.”
Three more times the belt falls, so quickly I don’t even have time to catch my breath between strokes. By now I’m sobbing again, my breasts pressing firmly against the wood beneath me with every shuddering breath.
And then he’s on me, gripping my hips with one hand as he uses the other to guide his cock to my—
Oh, god.
Six with Daddy’s belt, little girl. And then Daddy is going to show you how naughty girls get fucked.
“Daddy, no! Not there, please, Daddy!”
“Yes, little fox. Good girls get fucked the right way.” Something warm and wet drips onto my exposed asshole and I have a single horrifying moment to process the fact that he just spit on me before the head of his cock presses against that forbidden entrance.
“Naughty girls have to earn Daddy’s cock in their pretty little pussies. ”
“Uncle Dane, no!” Marjorie’s voice is filled with horror, but she’s quickly shushed.
“Stay out of it, Josephine Elise, or I’ll take you in the other room and give you a taste of what Vanessa is getting.”
“But Daddy—”
“No, Josephine.”
Despite her Daddy’s harsh response, Marjorie’s words cut through the terror, reigniting something inside me. I try to kick my legs in a desperate attempt to dislodge him, but even though his brothers have released their hold on me I’m well and truly stuck. Trapped.
Helpless.
Pain, sharp and burning, stabs at my bottom hole as he rocks his hips, forcing himself past that first ring of muscle and a sob rises up in my throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl, I swear!”
“That makes me very happy to hear, little one. But you still have to be punished.”
With another roll of his hips, he pushes even deeper inside me and I let out a shuddering sob as I press my cheek to the cool wood beneath me. His family has taken up their dancing again, their cheers and clanging a shrill and discordant soundtrack to my debasement.
The worst part, however, isn’t having my ass fucked with no preparation or his cheering, dancing family. Those are both horrible, yes, but they aren’t what makes my stomach slick with sickness.
No, that comes when Daddy slides a hand between my hips and the table I’m pressed up against. A low, wicked chuckle vibrates his chest as his fingers slip easily between my dripping pussy lips.
“So wet for me, little fox,” he murmurs as he fucks me with short, shallow thrusts. Each roll of his hips sends another shockwave of pain through my body—and straight to my already swollen clit.
What is wrong with me?
“My naughty little baby.” Another of those quiet laughs rolls over me, and I just barely manage to resist the urge to whimper.
“You like it when Daddy hurts you, don’t you, Vanessa?
You love getting your tight little bottom hole fucked instead of your pussy.
Maybe I’ll fuck you like this every day until you learn to be my good girl. ”
Oh god, oh god, oh god. He can’t possibly mean that.
Can he?
Before I can think too hard about his threat, he presses down on my clit and I’m distracted by waves of pleasure that do little to dull the pain in my bottom. If anything, it only seems to heighten my awareness of what’s happening to me, which in turn makes the pleasure stronger, sharper.
And then, at last, he’s buried completely inside me. I’m stretched beyond anything I thought was possible, more full than I’d ever imagined, and when my muscles instinctively clench around him I can’t help but whine at the fresh bite of pain.
“Shhh, little fox. Just give it a moment and you’ll get used to it. Your body was made for this, Vanessa. Made for me.”
I want to scream at him, to tell him my body was made for me and nobody else. But words seem impossibly difficult and all I manage is another soft, needy whine as he strokes his fingers over my aching clit.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs in my ear, pressing more insistently on my swollen little nub.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you now, and it’s going to hurt.
A lot. But Daddy’s going to make you feel good, too.
It is our wedding day, after all, and even naughty Little girls deserve orgasms on their wedding day. ”
He rocks against me again, and a sob bursts out of me at the flash of pain. It isn’t quite as bad as it was in the beginning, but I definitely have not gotten used to having a cock in my ass.
“Goddamn, little fox.” His voice is strained now, as if he’s the one fighting for his life and not me. “Your little asshole is so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing me when you come with your bottom stuffed full of Daddy’s cock.”
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me come. Of thinking for even one second that I’m enjoying this.
But my body has other ideas.
With every movement, he fucks me harder.
Drives deeper, until my world narrows to nothing but him and this depraved consummation of the wedding vows I wasn’t even allowed to say.
And the more he hurts me, the more my body responds, until I am moving beneath him, pushing back against him as much as I’m allowed.
A plea burns on my tongue, desperate for release, but I press my lips together. I may not be able to prevent my body from submitting to his wicked pleasure, but I will damn well keep my dignity and not beg him for it.
The makeshift altar rocks with the force of his thrusts as he fucks my most forbidden hole with deep, hard thrusts.
And just when the voices around us seem to reach a crescendo, a keening cry is ripped from my throat as something inside me snaps, and pleasure floods my veins.
Hotter, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before, it threatens to burn me alive as Daddy buries himself in my ass one final time, his cock swelling and emptying into my deepest, darkest places.
“My beautiful bride.” His voice is rough, as though someone has scraped his throat raw. Leaning against me, he presses a kiss to my cheek.
No. Not a kiss. His tongue laves at my skin, swiping away the tears I’d forgotten I was still shedding. “You are so fucking perfect, little fox. And all mine.”
I’m not. He may be able to control my body, to force pleasure on me against my will. But no matter how he hurts me, no matter how many different ways he claims my flesh, he will never be allowed to own my heart.
I will die before I let that happen.
Dane
With great reluctance, I pull my cock free of my Little one’s bottom. My cum leaks from the angrily red hole, and I scoop it up on my thumb to push it back inside her, earning me a whimper of protest from my little fox.
“Here,” Ford murmurs, handing me a small plug. “You’re going to want this if you plan to take her this way often. And I’d like a chance to check her bottom for any tearing before you do it again.”
“Tomorrow. It’s already well past her bedtime.”
Frowning slightly, Ford nods. “After your brunch.”
“Got it.”
Taking the small metal plug from my brother, I slip it into Vanessa’s bottom, and she issues another quiet whimper. “Shh, baby. This is just to help Daddy’s cum stay where it belongs, inside your pretty little bottom. We wouldn’t want to make a mess, now would we?”
She opens one eye enough to glare at me, and I can’t help but grin. Even now, with her ass on fire inside and out, she has plenty of sass to spare.
With her bottom plugged, I bend to scoop her up into my arms, a possessive need I’ve never felt before gripping me by the throat when she instinctively wraps her arms around my neck.
Turning to the rest of our family, I smile and bounce her gently.
“I know we normally have dinner after the ceremony, but it’s rather late.
I’m going to take my little fox up to bed and we’ll see you all in the morning. ”
Josie wriggles out of Bram’s arms to rush over, her eyes filled with worry as she reaches up to stroke Vanessa’s hair. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine, Josie-Posie. But today was a big day and she needs her sleep. You can see for yourself in the morning, okay?”
Nibbling at her bottom lip, Josie looks from her friend to me and back again. “You’ll take really good care of her?”
“I will take care of her the same way your Daddy takes care of you.”
That seems to assuage some of her worries and she steps back with a nod. The rest of our family bids us goodnight and I carry my sweet little bundle up the stairs. It isn’t until we reach my bedroom that I realize she’s fallen asleep already.
Adorable.
Doing my best not to wake her, I lay her on my bed and pull the pins from her hair, somehow managing to extract the tiara from Gray’s intricate design without hurting my babygirl.
Once her hair has been dealt with, I wrap her up in a fresh diaper and I slide beneath the covers, wrapping my arms tight around her waist and pulling her close.
“Goodnight, little fox. Sleep well. You’re going to need all your strength for tomorrow.”