Daddy Devious: A Dark Billionaire Daddy Dom Romance (Forbidden Pleasures Island Book 1)
Daddy Devious: Chapter 17

Need and horror slam into me in equal parts at Daddy’s words. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean,” he says, nudging me backwards so I’m splayed out on the table for all of my uncles and Auntie Cat to see. “I’m going to eat your pretty little pussy until you come all over my face. And then our new family is going to watch while you take Daddy’s cock inside you for the very first time.”

As he speaks, he peels back the tabs on my diaper, and by the time he finishes explaining what’s about to happen, I’m bared from the waist down. There’s something so very, very wrong about being on display like this while I’m still wearing my little girl dress and the tiara Uncle Jasper brought for me. Like two sides of a magnet that should never meet, and yet Daddy has found a way to force them together.

Wrong. Unnatural. Taboo.

Intoxicating.

Returning to his seat, Daddy hooks his arms around my legs, pulling me to the edge of the table. Despite the wrongness of it all, despite the embarrassment I can feel heating my entire body, I can’t help but glance around at our audience.

More humiliation floods me at the sight of Uncle Jasper’s hand wrapped around his thick cock. A quick look around confirms all my Uncles have followed suit.

And Auntie Cat, sweet, gentle Auntie Cat has her pretty red cocktail dress hiked up around her hips, her fingers stroking her glistening pussy.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I turn away in shame. This is wrong. So wrong.

But what’s even more wrong… is how much I like it. There’s no hiding the fact that my own pussy is gushing with need, and Daddy hasn’t even touched me yet. Some deep, hidden part of me likes this, likes being put on display for my new family. Likes knowing that all these powerful people are touching themselves, pleasuring themselves, because of me.

Then Daddy’s mouth is on me, his tongue running up the seam of my bare pussy, and all rational thought flees my mind. I arch up, pleasure rushing through me as he uses his tongue to taste and tease me into a frenzy.

Dimly, as if from a distance, I can hear the sounds of my family, grunts and moans of pleasure as they watch my Daddy torment me with his clever tongue. And again the knowledge that it’s me they’re watching racks my body with need.

With his mouth pressed against me, I feel Daddy’s laughter vibrate against my clit a moment before he lifts his head. “It seems my little thief enjoys being used like this for her auntie and uncles. Are you going to show them how pretty you are when you come for me, baby?”

I don’t dare defy him, not for the threat of a spanking, but for the fear that if I rebel he will refuse me the pleasure he’s been teasing me with. But I also can’t force myself to agree, not out loud. I can’t quite bring myself to be an active participant in my own debasement just yet.

So I settle for a low, needy whine as I wiggle my hips, hoping that will be enough of an answer for my devious Daddy.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says with another of those low, wicked chuckles before lowering his head again to feast.

Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known courses through my body as he uses his mouth to drive me closer and closer to the edge. Beyond caring that we have an audience, I thrash on the table as the pleasure overtakes me. My screams echo around the room, drowning out the sounds of my family as their own need grows.

“That’s my pretty little baby,” Daddy croons as he pushes to his feet. And then he’s inside me, stretching me and filling me. Between his cock and the plug still nestled in my bottom, I’m full. So full I can hardly breathe as he moves inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with every thrust of his cock in my still spasming pussy.

“Fuck, Victoria.” His voice is thick with his own need as he takes me harder, faster. “Your sweet little pussy feels so good on Daddy’s cock, little one. Are you ready for Daddy to fill you up with his cum?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Gone is any sense of propriety I might have had. All I know is need. Need for him, for the punishing thrusts of his cock inside me. I want all of him, everything he can possibly give me, and I am past caring how wrong it might be.

The table shakes beneath me as he drives into me one final time, filling me up as promised with his cum. Another orgasm slams into me, wrecking me, racking my body with pleasure so great the edges of my vision go black. My own blood roars in my ears, almost drowning out the sounds of my auntie and my uncles as they reach their own climaxes.

I’m dimly aware of Daddy’s cock slipping from me, of the warm cotton he covers me with immediately afterward. “Daddy is going to tuck you into bed with your diaper full of his cum, little thief. But first, you have to help your uncles and your Auntie Cat clean up.”

Unsure of what he means, I whine softly, shaking my head from side to side against the table. I don’t want to help anyone do anything. I simply want to drift here, on this cloud of pleasure until he carries me to bed.

But then his fingers are on my face, turning my head to the side. Where I find Uncle Jasper and Uncle Evan grinning down at me as they slide their fingers through the pearly white substance coating their cocks.

“Open wide, little one,” Daddy instructs me.

“No,” I whine, drawing the word out as I recoil away from them.

Two hard smacks land on my inner thighs, making me cry out at the sudden, sharp pain. Uncle Jasper takes advantage of my distress, sliding his cum-covered finger into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck on the salty digit, and though the taste makes me want to gag, there’s something almost soothing about the gesture.

Resigned to my fate, I don’t argue when Uncle Evan tells me to open for him. And this time when I suckle his finger, a sense of calm washes over me and my eyes flutter as exhaustion settles deep in my bones.

By the time I suck the musky arousal from Auntie Cat’s fingers, I’m nearly asleep despite the humiliation of what I’ve just endured. Daddy scoops me up from the table, cradling me in his arms. And when he looks down at me, there’s such affection in his smile, I can almost—almost—convince myself he cares for me.

A rubber nipple slips between my lips and I suck earnestly, eagerly washing away the taste of my humiliation with Auntie Cat’s milk. I only finish half the bottle before sleep overtakes me and I succumb to the sweet release of unconsciousness.

Maxwell

“She could not be more perfect for you, Maxwell.”

From Gideon, there could not be higher praise, and I grin down at the sleeping bundle in my arms. “I know. Thank you all for sharing tonight with us, but I should get my little one to bed.”

One by one they file out, Catharina lingering a bit to drop a kiss to Victoria’s forehead and whisper goodnight before following the rest of our family out the door. Caleb is hovering, obviously waiting to see if I need anything from him before I head upstairs. With a small nod, I dismiss him, and at long last I’m alone with my sweet little thief.

Her cheeks are still flushed with pleasure, even in sleep, and my chest constricts at the sight. Finally, after months of planning and laying my trap, she’s here. She’s mine. I can hardly believe it, even with my blood still humming from the pleasure of having her tight little pussy milking my cock.

Rising from my chair, I carry her up the stairs. But I hesitate at the door to her room, suddenly unwilling to be apart from her, even for a night. I know Doctor D says it’s best to train her early and to be consistent but surely one night in Daddy’s bed won’t spoil her too much.

My mind made up, I slip into her room just long enough to grab a onesie for her to sleep in, then make my way to my room where I undress her and somehow manage to extract Jasper’s tiara from her hair without waking her. Once she’s dressed in another unicorn-covered onesie, I carry her to bed and slide her under the covers.

And when I join her, pulling her into my arms where she sighs happily, a satisfied smile curling her lips as she snuggles into my embrace, I understand the dangers of not putting her in her crib per Doctor D’s orders. Because it isn’t my little one who might become spoiled by spending her nights in Daddy’s bed.

It’s me.