Chapter 32
NESSIE
With every passing second, this feels less like a game and more like an actual horror movie. Especially with a knife literally pressed to my throat, where one wrong move on either of our parts could have disastrous consequences.
So I stay perfectly still, my eyes locked on his as I focus on not swallowing too hard or even breathing too suddenly.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” I manage to whisper, though my throat feels too tight, too dry for words.
“You’ll see, little fox. But whatever you do, I want you to promise me you'll stay as still as possible.” His grin flashes, full of wicked intent and my pussy clenches emptily in response. “No more emergency room visits for us, yeah?”
Oh sweet Jesus. What the fuck is he going to do to me? “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. This really is going to hurt. A lot. But Daddy will kiss it and make it all better when we’re done.”
With that, he drops to his knees in front of me. I’m able to look down enough to see the top of his head, but not much else, and being essentially blind to his movements ratchets up my terror—and my arousal—several more notches.
Accepting that I’ll just have to wait, I let my head fall back against the stiff bark behind me. It’s actually really serene out here in the woods. Quiet. Peaceful. If it weren’t for—
“Holy fucking shit, that hurt! Daddy, stop! Stop!”
Piercing pain lances through the top of my bare thigh, just beneath where my diaper ends. Again I try to look down, to see what he’s doing, but the bonds are too tight. I wiggle against them, not to escape but just to loosen them enough for me to get a better angle.
But my efforts are met with another stinging pain, this one more familiar than the last, and I freeze in place.
“Vanessa, if you can’t hold still, I will untie you from that tree just long enough for me to whip your bare ass with my belt. Trust me when I tell you that being tied to that tree is going to be much more painful with a welted ass and no diaper for protection.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but it hurts. It’s too much, I can’t… I can’t take it.”
The admission is more shameful than anything he’s ever done to me. But he doesn’t laugh or tease me. He simply leans forward and presses a kiss to my upper thigh, right beside the lingering pain.
“You can take it, baby. You’re the bravest fucking person I’ve ever met. If you need to cry, then you cry as much as you need to. But I’m not stopping until I’m done.”
More of that searing pain slices through my flesh, but I don’t fight it. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the agonizing burn. And as the tears stream down my cheeks, I realize the pain isn’t random. It’s very deliberate, and in my mind I follow the trail he’s blazing down my thigh.
“Is… is that an ‘M’?”
“My clever little fox. It is. Can you guess the next letter?”
The next mark is just a line. One single line. “Is it an ‘I’?”
“Very good, baby. And we only have two more letters to go. You’re being so fucking good for me. Just a little while longer.”
Our guessing game helps to distract me from the pain, at least a bit. It’s still there, a brand on my flesh as he drags what I now realize is the tip of his knife down my skin, splitting it open. Warm liquid trickles down my thigh, proving that he meant what he said when he promised to bleed me.
“That’s… that’s an ‘N’?”
Chuckling, he presses another kiss to my thigh. “You don’t sound very certain.”
“Are you going to punish me for getting it wrong?”
“Maybe. Is that what you want, little fox? Have you been missing your Daddy’s discipline these past few weeks?”
“No.” The lie rolls easily off my tongue, but Daddy isn’t fooled.
“As soon as we get back to the house, I’m washing all those naughty words and filthy lies out of your mouth, little girl. I’ve been letting you get away with far too much and it shows.”
I can’t really argue he hasn’t let me get away with murder ever since my accident, so I turn my attention back to our game. “It's definitely an ‘N’. M-I-N.”
“Such a smart baby. One more letter, and then Daddy will make it all better.”
I wince at the fresh pain as he begins the final letter. One line, like the “I”, which confuses me until I feel him drag the knife the opposite direction.
A “T”, maybe? Mint?
That doesn’t make any sense.
I’m still puzzling it through when he moves the knife lower and makes another cut. “F”? That makes even less sense than “mint”.
But then he moves the knife a third time and my heart stops. Not out of fear, but the kind of all-consuming love I’ve only read about in books. A love I’d never expected to feel for anyone, but especially not a man who kidnapped me, held me hostage, and forced me to become his baby.
And yet, here I am, my chest feeling like it might burst open at any moment because that same man has just carved his claim into my very flesh.
MINE.
I’m vaguely aware of the tabs of my diaper giving way, of the cool forest air caressing my heated pussy a moment before his mouth is on me. Need rips through me, threatening to rip me open as I thrash against my bonds.
The pain in my thigh is damn near unbearable as his fingers dig into the flesh just above his mark. I’m sobbing now, my loud cries echoing through the forest as he drives me up and up and up toward that cliff’s edge of pleasure.
And when he shoves me straight over, I scream, and all around us birds take flight as if what we have is too big, too terrifying, too everything for even Mother Nature herself to witness.
Thank god for the ropes holding me up, or else I’d be on the ground. My muscles have turned to water and my head is spinning as I drag air into my lungs. The ropes around my chest make it difficult to breathe too deeply, but somehow I manage.
I’m still gasping and panting for air when Daddy pushes to his feet. I watch, transfixed as he strips himself naked before taking hold of my knees, hoisting me up so only the ropes and his strength are bearing my full weight.
Fucking hell, he’s gorgeous.
“You are mine, little fox,” he growls as he pushes inside me, the hair on his legs scraping against the carved word on my thigh, reigniting the pain.
The feel of his cock in my pussy after all this time nearly drives me to insanity as every stroke scrapes against my too-sensitive nerves.
“Now, and for all eternity. Fuck that ‘until death do we part’ bullshit. Wherever we go after this, I will find you. Again, and again, and again. You hear me, babygirl? Even death will not take you from me. I won’t fucking let it. ”
“I’m going to hold you to that vow.” Tears are pouring down my cheeks, but I keep my water-soaked gaze locked on his as he fucks me up against the tree, the bark scraping against my back. “Because if you break it, I’ll be the one hunting you down.”
“Fuck, baby.” Another low growl rips from him as his movements turn frantic. “I love you, Vanessa. So goddamn much. Say it back. I’m begging you, say it back, babygirl.”
“I love you, Daddy. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
My chants give way to screams as a fresh wave of pleasure crashes over me. Drowning me. If it weren’t for his thick cock pinning me to this tree, I feel certain I’d be swept away on the tide, so fucking powerful is my pleasure.
With one final thrust, he fills me, emptying himself into my still-spasming pussy. His shaky laughter fills my ears as he drops his head to my shoulder. For a long while we stay there, so wrapped up in each other I forget anything or anyone else even exists.
“You are so fucking perfect, Vanessa Dawn. My clever, naughty little fox. I love you.”
“Mmm. I don’t suppose you love me enough to let me have ice cream for dinner.”
His laughter is stronger now as he steps back and grabs his jeans from the ground. “Not a chance, little girl. But if you’re a very good girl, I could probably talk your Uncle Eli into running into town and picking up the fixings for banana splits.”
“Ohh, yes please! I’ll be the best-behaved Little girl ever!”
Grinning widely, he slides his knife under the ropes, releasing me with one swift swipe of the blade. “I’d settle for no more naughty words the rest of the day.”
“Deal!” Now that I’ve been released, I can properly inspect my leg. The letters are an angry red, with blood still seeping from the shallow wounds.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Reaching down, I trace the outline of each letter, a sense of wonder filling me. “Will it scar like that?”
“Not the first time. I couldn’t risk going too deep without the danger of hitting a major artery. But once I go over it a few times, it should scar over rather nicely.”
My fingers freeze in place. “You want me to let you do that again?”
“Yes. And you will. You know why?”
“No,” I shoot back sulkily as he bends to scoop me into his arms.
“Because. You are mine. And you’ll do whatever Daddy says, won’t you, little fox?”
“Maybe.” Looping my arms around his neck, I grin up at him. “You’ll just have to catch me first.”