Chapter 19
VANESSA
Iwake from my nap groggier than usual, and with the remnants of a headache that remind me of the hangover I had after Josie and I spent an evening downing margaritas to celebrate her first of many appearances on the bestseller list. Whimpering at the flash of pain, I squint at the sunlight pouring through my nursery window.
When did I come up to my nursery?
“There’s my sleepy Little girl.” Dane’s voice is lower than usual, more of a soothing coo rather than the rough rumble I’m used to. “Did you have a good nap, baby?”
“Owie,” I manage to say as he scoops me out of the bed so I can wrap myself round him. Instinctively, I bury my face in the side of his neck to block out the painful light.
“Poor little fox. Can you tell Daddy what’s owie?”
“Head.”
Bouncing me lightly in his arms, he presses a kiss to my hair and fuck me if a tiny bit of my anger toward him doesn’t melt with that simple gesture. It’s getting harder and harder to convince myself he doesn’t care when he does shit like that.
“All right, little one. Let’s go see if Uncle Ford has something for that headache.”
With me still wrapped around him, Dane makes his way down the stairs to the “exam room” I visited when he thought I had a concussion.
I have the fleeting thought that maybe I should feign another illness before I dismiss the idea.
Ford may not be a doctor but he clearly has medical training, and I’m not sure I could handle whatever punishment Dane might concoct if I get caught lying about an illness or injury yet again.
That, and I just don’t have the energy. Despite my nap, I’m tired and all I want right now is to be held and coddled.
Is that so wrong? To want a bit of comfort after everything I’ve been through?
“Hey, Uncle Ford,” Dane says as we step into the exam room. “Got a babygirl here with a nasty headache.”
“Poor thing.” Maybe it’s just the headache, but I swear Ford actually sounds sympathetic. “Lay her down on the table for me. Has she used her diaper since her nap?”
“Not yet. She woke up pretty miserable so I figured I’d bring her right down.”
Ugh, I hate the way they talk about me like I’m an actual child, but my head is hurting too much to protest.
“Go ahead and have her potty. You’ll need to remove her diaper for her treatment, anyway.”
Okay, I’m not so miserable I can let that pass. “What? Why? Why do I need my diaper off so you can look at my head?”
“Shhh, little fox.” Leaning over me on the table, Dane presses heavily on my bladder with one hand while the other brushes the hair from my face. “Uncle Ford is just trying to help. Do you trust us?”
“No.”
To my surprise, he only laughs at my sulky response. “Fair enough. But you have my word, nobody is going to hurt you right now. Can you try and believe me, little one?”
“Maybe.” Even more surprising than his laughter is the fact that yes, I do actually believe him. Up until now, he’s always been pretty honest about what he plans to do to me.
Something tickles the back of my mind. A memory that feels important, even though I can’t grab hold of it long enough to actually see it. The harder I try, the more my head aches, so I let it go for now and close my eyes while Dane forces me to pee in my diaper again.
Once I’ve soaked myself, it’s actually a relief to have the wet cotton stripped from my body, so I don’t complain. I’m vaguely aware of Dane and Ford having a whispered conversation in the corner, but again it hurts too much to focus.
What happened to me?
“Nessie, can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?”
Against my better judgement, I pry my eyes open to peer up at Ford, who smiles indulgently in return. “Good girl. Do you have any other symptoms? Any nausea or other pains I should know about?”
“Uh-uh. Just my head.”
“Okay. I’m going to give you a little something for the pain.” Patting my shoulder, he looks up at Dane. “Can you roll her onto her side for me, with her left leg at an angle toward you?”
“Got it.”
“Why?” I whine as Dane moves me into position. “I can’t swallow a pill like this.”
Chuckling softly, Dane leans down to press a kiss to my forehead. “This isn’t a pill, little fox. Well, I suppose it is, sort of. But you don’t swallow it.”
Just like that, I really am a child again, tears filling my eyes as I stare pleadingly up at him. “Daddy, no! I don’t want a shot!”
“Shh, baby. It’s not a shot, either. This medicine goes in your bottom, that’s all.”
What is this man’s obsession with shoving things up my ass? “Why can’t I have a regular pill?” I’m whining again, like a true toddler, but I can’t seem to find the energy to care.
“Because babies can’t swallow pills. But if you’re a good girl and lie very still while Uncle Ford gives you your medicine, Daddy will give you a reward.”
“Like ice cream?”
We both know he wasn’t talking about ice cream, but he grins down at me anyway. “Yeah, baby. You can have a big ol’ bowl of ice cream as soon as your head feels a bit better. If you lie still for Uncle Ford. Deal?”
Sniffling pitifully, I nod. “Deal.”
“Good girl. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
Behind me, Ford grips one of my bottom cheeks and something round presses against my hole.
Clearly, Dane is trying to distract me from this invasion, and I’m grateful enough for the distraction to play along.
“Halloween. The whole franchise, except the third movie because it’s not even about Michael Myers! ”
Dane gasps dramatically, one hand pressed to his chest in mock horror. “What? How do you have a Halloween movie without Michael Myers?”
“I know! It made me so mad that now I just skip it when I rewatch the movies every year on Halloween.” I pause, frowning as a horrible thought occurs to me. “I’m not gonna be allowed to watch them anymore, am I?”
There’s a short pause as Dane weighs his response. “Maybe we could start with a scary movie and see how you do. As long as it doesn’t give you nightmares, I don’t see why you shouldn’t be allowed.”
Not once in my life has a movie ever given me nightmares. But I also recognize this is likely to be the only concession I get on this particular topic, so I don’t argue. “Okay, Daddy.”
“All done!” Ford declares, whipping his gloves off with a flourish. “Now, no running straight outside to play for you, little one. Plenty of rest and fluids.” He winks. “And ice cream. Doctor’s orders.”
“You heard the man,” Dane says as he sweeps me up into his arms. “Let’s go get you a bottle and then you can have some ice cream.”
He hums as he carries me to the kitchen, where Eli frowns at us. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Bit of a headache. Ford gave her something for the pain, but I was thinking maybe her Uncle Eli might have a fresh bottle we could snag. Dr. Ford said plenty of fluids.”
“And ice cream!” I remind him.
“Yes, and ice cream. But after your bottle.”
“Fine.” I drag the word out into multiple syllables, earning me a glare from Eli and a laugh from Dane.
“You’re definitely feeling better if you’re getting sassy with me,” Dane says with mock sternness as he takes a bottle from his brother.
“Maybe a little.” The truth is, I’m actually feeling lots better already, but I’m not about to let on how well the medicine worked. Maybe if I can drag this out, they’ll decide on their own that it’s ludicrous to give grown-ass women suppositories instead of normal pills.
Upstairs in my nursery, Dane settles in the oversized glider with me on his lap. Kicking off with his foot, he rocks us gently as he cradles me in his arms and brings the bottle to my lips.
“Do you think you can hold your bottle on your own for a bit, little fox?”
Rolling my eyes, I lift my hands to grip the bottle. Again, a memory of something tickles at the back of my mind, but I can’t quite grasp it. And I’m soon distracted from the elusive memory by the sound of my diaper being undone and the cool rush of air over my privates.
“You were so good for Uncle Ford,” Dane croons as he swipes a finger between my pussy lips, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through me. “I’m so very proud of my little fox. Keep drinking your bottle, baby, and let Daddy show you how proud he is of you.”
I inhale sharply, sucking more of the sweet milk into my mouth as he slides a finger inside me.
Need coils inside me, a live wire about to snap as he slowly works his finger in and out of my aching pussy.
Gripping my bottle even tighter, I arch up, my body desperately seeking the relief only he can give.
“That’s my good little baby. Come for Daddy, my sweet little fox. Let me feel your little cunt squeezing my fingers.”
I’m helpless to do anything but obey as that coil inside me snaps, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I gasp around the nipple of the bottle, but don’t stop drinking as he continues to play with my pussy, teasing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.
“My good little girl. Finish your bottle, baby, and then we’ll go round up your cousins for ice cream.”
Cradled in his arms, with my body still buzzing from a delicious orgasm, it’s hard to remember that I’m a prisoner here. But I can’t let myself forget.
No matter how much he spoils me, I’m still his captive. And one way or another, I will escape.