Chapter 12
VANESSA
“All right, you two.” Ford’s voice cuts through my daydreams of escaping this prison as he pins me, then Dane, with a hard stare. “I need to check you both over. My office, now.”
Fuck. I’d completely forgotten what Ford had said about checking my bottom hole for tears after our “ceremony” last night.
“Come on, little fox.” Chuckling with open amusement, Dane bends down to scoop me off his sister’s lap. “Your Uncle Ford gets pissy if he thinks people aren’t taking care of themselves.”
“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘Thank you for caring so much about my Little girl’s well-being’,” Ford grumbles as he rises from his chair and stalks back toward the exam room where he’d examined me for a concussion the day before.
With me settled on his hip, Dane winks, and I might have laughed if my mind wasn’t busy racing with ideas for how to get out of this stupid examination.
Ford is waiting for us in the exam room, wearing a white coat like he’s an actual doctor, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes—barely.
But my sneering amusement fades when Ford turns, a gleam in his eye that speaks to an inner delight at what he’s about to do that has my stomach rolling with unease.
“Put her down on the table. I want to check your nose before her exam.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my nose. It barely even hurts anymore.”
Shooting his brother a withering glare, Ford points at the table. “You can either do what I’m telling you to do or I can get Eli and Axel in here to hold you both down for your exams.”
“Bossy asshole,” Dane mutters, but he moves to do as Ford has instructed, carrying me over to the exam table.
Suddenly, Dane doesn’t seem like the largest threat in the room. I cling to his neck as he attempts to set me down on the table and he sighs.
“I think I’m going to have to hold her.”
Frowning slightly, Ford nods slowly. “All right. But you’ll have to put her down for her exam. I can’t check her bottom if she’s sitting on your lap.”
Oh my god. I might actually die of embarrassment listening to them discuss my impending examination.
Settling on the edge of the table, Dane cradles me close, bouncing me slightly as he shushes me, exactly like one might do with a fussy baby. “Shh, little one. It’s all right. Uncle Ford just wants to help.”
Our so-called doctor steps forward, grabbing Dane’s face and forcing his head back. “Minimal bruising and the bleeding stopped fairly quickly last night so it’s probably not broken. But I want to take a look to be sure.”
Peeking up through my lashes, I watch as he shines a tiny flashlight up each of Dane’s nostrils and nods. “Yeah, she got you good but it doesn’t seem broken. If you start having any issues with your breathing or even if something just doesn’t seem right, let me know.”
“Got it, doc.”
Ford rolls his eyes, then turns to me, his expression softening considerably. “All right, little one. Your Daddy is going to put you down now so I can check your bottom.”
“It’s fine, really,” I insist as I tighten my hold on Dane’s neck. “It barely even hurts anymore.”
A soft, reassuring smile curves Ford’s lips. “Be that as it may, I still need to check. If there’s too much tearing, your Daddy will need to wait before he takes you there again.”
Well why didn’t you lead with that? The knowledge that I might be able to avoid getting fucked there again, potentially long enough for me to escape before I’m healed enough for another round, completely overrides whatever humiliation I might be feeling over the exam.
This time when Dane moves to put me down, I go without hesitation, stretching out on my stomach and squeezing my eyes shut as one of them strips the diaper from me, exposing all my most secret parts to the room.
Okay, so the humiliation isn’t completely gone. It still burns along my skin as I bury my face in my arms in a desperate attempt to hide from it.
“All right, little one. You’re going to feel a bit of a pinch here. I need to put this speculum in your bottom so I can inspect it.”
Something cold presses against my bottom hole and I jump, but Dane quickly pushes down on my shoulders, holding me in place. “It's all right, little fox. This won’t take long.”
The cold thing pushes deeper inside me. Thankfully, it’s not nearly as large as Dane’s cock, but it’s still big enough for me to feel that pinch Ford was talking about.
Take it out, take it out, take it out. Unfortunately for me, my internal mantra does nothing to deter my tormentors as Ford forces the speculum deeper and deeper inside my bottom.
“You’re being so very brave for me, little one,” Ford praises softly, giving my bottom a gentle pat that only serves to embarrass me further. “It’s all the way in, so now we just have to open it.”
Before I can protest, there’s a soft click and the thing in my bottom grows larger, stretching me even further.
“No, Uncle Ford! It hurts, it hurts!”
Maybe if I cry enough, he’ll assume I’m actually injured and forbid Dane from ever touching me there again.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
“Shh, little fox. It’s almost over. Daddy’s right here.”
Despite myself, I do actually take some comfort from his presence. As ridiculous as it sounds, I need something, anything that might make this situation even a tiny bit more bearable and right now, that something is Dane.
Daddy.
No. I refuse to think of him that way. He might be able to force me to call him that, but I will not let him invade my innermost thoughts.
“There we go.” Ford’s gentle voice snaps me out of my miserable musings and back to reality where I am half-naked on a table with my asshole stretched wide for his sick examination.
“Hmm. There’s a bit of tearing, but not more than I’d expect to see, all things considered.
If you’re going to continue fucking her without proper preparation, though, I’ll want to keep a close eye on her bottom. ”
“If she’s a good girl, it won’t happen again. But if it does, I’ll let you know.”
“I appreciate that. In the meantime, I’m going to apply some petroleum jelly. It will help with the healing process and it works as an antibiotic of sorts.”
Dane lets out what almost sounds like a growl. “I’ll do that,” he snaps.
God help me if his possessiveness isn’t almost… sexy.
Ugh. What is wrong with me?
I shove that question to the side as a cold gel drips into my stretched bottom hole. A moment later the speculum is pulled free, but it’s quickly replaced by Dane’s finger. Fresh humiliation crashes over me and I whine as he coats my inner walls with the healing ointment.
“My brave little fox,” he murmurs, pushing his finger ever deeper inside me. “Would you like a reward for being such a good girl for Uncle Ford?”
There is something inside me that actually does want a reward. It is, after all, the least they can do for subjecting me to these humiliating horrors.
But I already have a sneaking suspicion what that “reward” might be and I refuse to ask for pleasure from the monster who captured me, wed me, and bed me in the most perverse way possible so I shake my head.
Dane sighs and pulls his finger free of my bottom. “Stubborn brat. Come on then, let’s get you into a fresh diaper so you can go play with your cousins.”
An emotion swamps me as he swaddles me in cotton. Tears prick my eyes as that unidentified emotion settles heavy in my gut. And it isn’t until Dane settles me on the floor of the living room, surrounded by my “cousins” that I recognize that emotion for what it is.
Regret.
Dane
I am under no delusion that my little fox has given up her quest for freedom.
But watching her now, seated on her diapered bottom in the middle of our living room, I can almost convince myself she’s accepted her new life.
Almost.
Catching Axel’s eye, I raise a brow in a silent question. My eldest brother nods and I lean forward to whisper in my babygirl’s ear.
“Daddy has some things to take care of. You’ll listen to Uncle Axel or when I get back, you’ll get a second spanking from me. Understood?”
Her shoulders tense, a visible reaction to my threat, and my blood heats at the prospect of her giving me a reason to spank her now rather than later.
In the end, though, she doesn’t argue. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
Disappointment wars with pride and suspicion as I press a kiss to her hair. “Good girl. I won’t be gone long.”
Trusting that my brother will be able to keep the Little ones corralled until I return, I head down the hall to my sister’s office. Without bothering to knock, I push the door open and I can’t help but grin when she glowers at me.
“What do you want?”
God, she’s so easy to rile. Dropping down into one of the visitor’s seats, I stretch my legs out in front of me and sent her a woeful look. “What? A brother can’t just come spend time with his favorite sister?”
“Brothers, yes. You?” Gray snorts. “Not without wanting something.”
“So rude.” I press my hand to my heart in feigned distress. “Maybe you need a Daddy to teach you some manners.”
The corner of her mouth kicks up in a smirk. “We both know I’d be the Daddy in that scenario. What do you want, Dane?”
Satisfied I’ve done my brotherly duties for now, I sit up a bit straighter. “I need locks for the windows in my suite. External ones.”
Gray’s smile somehow manages to turn even more smug. “Worried you won’t be able to control your babygirl?”
“Oh, I’m utterly convinced I won’t. And while I have no problem at all chasing her through the woods when she inevitably sneaks out, I’d rather not have a repeat of what we went through with Tabitha.”
Colt’s Little girl gave us all a heart attack a couple weeks back when she climbed out onto the roof and hid from everyone.
According to Colt, she nearly slipped and fell to her death when he tried to get her back into the house and the thought of seeing my little fox in that kind of danger is enough to freeze the blood in my veins.
Frowning slightly, Gray leans back in her chair and nods. “You know that’s a fire hazard, right?”
“I do. But there are plenty of other exits. Keeping Vanessa from sneaking out and breaking her neck in the middle of the night is my more pressing concern.”
“Fair enough. I’ll get someone out here as soon as possible to see about those locks. In the meantime, we had the alarms added already, so make sure you’ve got the app on your phone in case she does manage to sneak out on you.”
“Thanks, Gray.” Pushing up from the chair, I turn to head toward the door, leaving my sister to… whatever it is she does all day. “I’ll sleep better knowing she’s more or less contained at night.”
“A little piece of advice, brother.” At her words, I turn back to face her, and find her smug grin once more in place. “If your babygirl has enough energy to sneak out of bed at night, you aren’t doing your job as her Daddy.”
She’s trying to get a rise out of me. If I were Axel or Bram or even Eli, it would probably work. But knowing she wants to get under my skin, I simply nod solemnly. “You’re probably right. Thanks, Sis.”
Turning my back on her pout, I resist the urge to whistle as I open her office door and step out into the hall. Colt and Bram are standing in the doorway to Colt’s office, and they both stop their conversation to look over at me.
Even having been around them my entire life, it’s still creepy as fuck when they move as one like that.
Shaking off the unease, I flash my brothers a smile. “Bram. Just the man I wanted to see.”
“Uh-oh,” Colt sing-songs with a grin. “That never bodes well coming from Dane.”
“What do you want?” Eyes narrowed slightly, Bram’s look of suspicion echoes his twin’s sentiments, which I find highly amusing.
“A favor. Yesterday when Vanessa mentioned having a bunch of family and friends waiting for her back home, Josie made a face. She knows something, and I want to know what she knows.”
“Ah.” The suspicion clears from Bram’s expressions as a grin stretches across his face. “I’ll ask her tonight, see what they might be hiding.”
Huh. That was easier than I’d expected it to be. “You’re being very accommodating.”
Bram’s smile widens. “Either I ask Josie and she tells me the truth and I get to reward her for being such a good girl, or—and this is the more likely option—she refuses and I have to spank the information out of her. One way or another, I’m going to have a very fun night with my babygirl.”
“Good point.” Slapping a hand on his shoulder, I return his grin. “I appreciate you, although it feels a bit like you should be thanking me under the circumstances.”
“We’ll call this one a draw.”
Chuckling at my brother’s joke, I turn to go track down Eli. I need a word with our friend Gunther, and Eli’s sourdough is the key to Gunther’s heart.
And his brain.