Chapter 14
COLT
Beside me, my poor babygirl is practically vibrating with anxiety. Normally, I love the sweet fear of a naughty girl who knows she’s in trouble and that Daddy is going to spank her naughty bottom until she’s a sobbing, sorry mess.
But this is different. This is terror bordering on panic, and unlike my younger brother Dane I don’t relish the thought of my Little one being so scared of me she can hardly breathe.
I hurry us down the “aisle” to stand in front of Elias, and I turn to face my Little girl. “Eyes on me, Tabitha. Now.”
The sharp order does what I’d hoped it would and her eyes snap to me. Almost immediately, her breathing slows and her pupils shrink ever so slightly.
“Good girl. I want you to keep breathing nice and deep like that. Can you do that for Daddy or do you need a spanking to help you remember?”
It’s a gamble, threatening her with a punishment right now. But my instincts tell me it’s what she needs. That my dominance is what will help keep her grounded during the rest of the ceremony. And when she nods slowly, I know it was the right move.
Taking her bound wrists in my hands, I give them a gentle squeeze and reward her with an approving smile. “You are such a very good girl, Tabitha Grace. Are you going to keep being a good girl for me while Uncle Eli walks us through our vows?”
Another slow nod, so I glance over at Eli and give him the go-ahead. Clearing his throat, Eli speaks, loud and clear for everyone gathered to hear.
“We are gathered here today to witness our brother, Colt Thorne, wed in holy matrimony to Tabitha Grace. Colt, do you take Tabitha to be your wife and your Little girl, to have and to hold, to cherish and to punish? Do you promise to protect her against any threat to her health, safety, or overall well-being? Do you promise to be the Daddy she needs, providing for all her needs, physically, mentally, and emotionally, as long as you both shall live?”
It surprises me to find a lump in my throat as I stare down into my babygirl’s startling gold eyes. “I do.”
“Excellent. As is our tradition, we shall forgo the bride’s vows since her mouth is otherwise occupied. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now claim your bride.”
Tabitha
There’s a ringing in my ears and my heart is pounding so hard I’m not sure how it hasn’t simply leapt right out of my chest. I suck as hard as I can on my pacifier, desperate for that sense of calm from before but it’s like trying to bail out a sinking boat with a teaspoon.
I thought it would be over after the vows. Daddy said it would be over after the vows. But Uncle Eli’s words make it sound like there’s something more to come.
You may now claim your bride.
What does that mean?
I’m still trying to wrap my mind around this unexpected development when Daddy swings me up into his arms and carries me over to the long table behind Uncle Eli.
Daddy bends down, laying me on the sleek wood with such care it almost seems as if he’s worried I might break.
The cool, hard surface presses against my back and I try to focus on that sensation rather than everything happening around me.
What is happening?
“Chivaree!” someone cries out, and the next thing I know, my new husband’s family is dancing around us, cheering and banging on pots and pans as Daddy strips my diaper from me, baring every inch of my body to a room full of strangers.
Oh, god. No. No, no, no. He can’t possibly…
The world blurs as tears fill my eyes, but I don’t fight. I just lie there, staring up at the ceiling, praying it will be over soon.
But Daddy has other plans.
“Eyes on me, little firecracker.”
I don’t want to look at him. Betrayal sits heavy in my chest, making me ache in a way I don’t know that I’ll ever recover from. I can’t believe I trusted him.
Stupid, stupid girl.
A sharp pain shoots up the inside of my thigh and a muffled cry rips from my throat as my gaze instinctively snaps to his face. His ridiculously handsome face.
“When Daddy gives you an instruction, he expects you to obey. Now, keep those pretty eyes on me. Nobody else. Understood?”
A hundred curses burn on my tongue, and I find another reason to be grateful for the pacifier. No matter how hurt or angry I am, I don’t want to compound it by getting my mouth washed out with soap.
That doesn’t mean I can’t have my own form of rebellion. Locking eyes with him, I let the anger and betrayal burn through me, let the tears stream from the corners of my eyes.
If he’s going to force me to bear this humiliation, then I’m going to force him to see the pain he’s causing me as he does it.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from my tear-soaked face and I have to fight the urge to recoil from his touch. “I know this is hard, but you’re being such a good girl for Daddy. You’re so very brave, my sweet Tabitha Grace.”
As he speaks, he strokes a hand up my inner thigh, soothing the ache from his impromptu punishment. To my utter horror, my body completely betrays me, my pussy spasming and my clit throbbing with every soft, feathering touch of his fingers against my skin.
“Daddy’s going to touch you now, and you’re going to show everyone how pretty you look when you come all over Daddy’s fingers. But I want your eyes on me when you do. If you close your eyes or look away, I’ll punish you again.”
Even though it’s what I’d intended to do in the first place, I’m tempted to disobey just for the sake of it. But between my long-standing need to always be the good girl and my need to make him see what he’s doing to me, I ultimately give him what he wants.
Deep-brown eyes bore into me as he runs a single fingertip up between my shamefully soaked lips to my swollen clit. Pleasure I don’t want to feel rushes through my body, and I just barely manage to keep myself from arching up off this table.
“That’s my good, sweet girl. God, you’re so fucking wet for me, Tabby. I think you like it when Daddy uses you like this. When I put you on display for everyone to watch the way you respond to me. Your eyes say you’re angry with me, but your sweet little cunt tells me another story.”
Misery washes over me, but rather than dousing my arousal, it somehow manages to amplify it. Until all I know is this desperate, mortifying need as he works me closer and closer toward the edge of reason with agonizing deliberation.
And the whole time he’s forcing this unbearable pleasure on me, his family continues their celebration, their happy shouts and the clanging of pots and pans echoing around the room, a depraved symphony that is just as much a betrayal as his withholding of the truth.
From the corner of my eye, I see Lanie and Josie in their Daddies’ arms, and my humiliation burns so hot it’s a wonder it doesn’t simply immolate me right there on the altar.
The pleasure I don’t want coils tightly in my core with every knowing stroke of Daddy’s fingers over my clit and there’s nothing I can do to stop it even if I wanted to. So I’m forced to lie here on this vile altar and surrender to my traitorous body.
A soft whine escapes around my pacifier before I can stop it, and Daddy smiles down at me. “There we go. So close. Come for Daddy, my beautiful bride.”
His words snap that coil and pleasure floods my veins, boiling me alive from the inside out. The force of it is so overwhelming that it rips a scream from my throat as I writhe and thrash against the slippery wood at my back.
I’m still reeling from that unwanted pleasure when Daddy moves to the end of the altar, hooking his arms beneath my knees and pushing my legs back, exposing me even more fully to his wicked family as his cock breaches my entrance.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes still locked on mine as he pushes deeper inside me. “You are so goddamned tight, Tabby. That’s it, baby, squeeze Daddy’s cock with that pretty little cunt.”
As if I have any choice in what my body is doing right now.
My muscles are acting all of their own accord, spasming and clamping down around him as he moves in and out of me with aching slowness.
With any other man, I might be able to mistake that deliberation for tenderness.
But he’s already proven that any care he might show me is nothing but an act.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he rocks his hips forward, driving so deep inside me I can’t help but cry out from the combination of pain and pleasure. With every thrust, his movements become less deliberate and more primal, an animal claiming his mate.
“My good. Fucking. Girl,” he growls, punctuating each word with another harsh thrust. “Mine. All. Mine.”
With that declaration, he shoves inside me one last time, and I can feel the sticky warmth of his cum coating my insides as he holds there, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.
A smile curves his lips as he runs his hand down my leg to give my hip what could almost be called an affectionate pat.
“Mine,” he repeats, his eyes blazing with triumph. “Until death do we part, Tabitha Grace Thorne.”