Page 43 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

VANESSA

Imanage to keep myself out of trouble the rest of the day and even most of the next morning. Not that it seemed to matter at bedtime, when Daddy put me on my knees and used my mouth for his pleasure before tucking me into bed beside him without returning the favor. When I pouted about it, he just reminded me that I hadn’t yet earned Daddy’s cock in my pussy.

I fell asleep trying to pretend I wasn’t the least bit bothered by not getting an orgasm. And I’ve continued the charade all morning, as much as I’ve been able. But I have a feeling he knows the truth, and he takes every chance he can get to tease me. Paying extra attention to my clit when he bathes me and changes my diaper, teasing my nipples as he reads me my Nessie book.

Bastard.

At least I got a short reprieve from his teasing torment during lunch. But now our midday meal is over and dread settles in my stomach at the thought of him returning to his torture methods.

“All right, little fox. Time for a bottle and then a nap.”

Oh, thank god. I’m too relieved by the prospect of at least another hour free from his questing, clever fingers to argue. “Okay, Daddy.”

Judging by the way every adult in the room stares at me, they’re shocked by my easy acquiescence. Dane, however, only smiles down at me as he picks up one of the bottles Uncle Eli delivered for each of us after lunch. “Such a sweet little girl,” Dane croons, lifting the bottle to my lips.

The extra-sweet milk coats my tongue as I suckle, and I hum with satisfaction around the rubber nipple in my mouth, earning me a quiet laugh from Dane. “When we visit the island, we’ll have to be sure to take you to the farm. Would you like to meet the cows responsible for your delicious milk, little fox?”

I nod, not releasing my hold on the bottle. Whatever kind of cow made this milk has to be a really special cow indeed.

“Good girl. Your Uncle Evan and his Little girl, Natalie, are looking forward to meeting you. Natalie likes to give her Daddy a run for his money too. Would you like that, baby? A new friend for you to run through the woods with?”

Again I nod, though my movements feel more sluggish now. Like my head is too heavy or something.

I realize with growing horror that my head isn’t the only thing that feels heavy. My eyelids do as well, and when I try to lift my hand to shove the bottle away from my mouth, I can’t do more than flutter my fingers.

“Sleep tight, little fox. Daddy will be right here when you wake from your nap.”

He drugged me. The sonofabitch drugged me.

Fuck.

Dane

The betrayal in my babygirl’s eyes stings a bit, but I remind myself that what I have planned is for her own good.

“What’s wrong with Nessie?” Josie’s voice pitches up with worry. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing,” I lie easily, pulling the bottle from between my babygirl’s lips and setting it aside. “She must just be extra tired today.”

“But she never naps. She always says they make her feel weird. Are you sure she’s okay?”

The truth is, I added a mild sedative to Vanessa’s bottle. But I have a feeling that telling Josie that will only upset her, so I continue my lie. “If it will put your mind at ease, I’ll have Uncle Ford look her over when she wakes up. Deal?”

I was going to do that anyway, because even a mild sedative can have side effects, so the offer doesn’t cost me anything and it seems to settle Josie down. A win-win situation if I ever heard one.

“Okay… but only if you promise.”

“I do. She’s my Little girl, Josie, and I’ll take care of her the same way your Daddy takes care of you.”

Before Josie can argue any further, the doorbell chimes, the tinkling melody echoing throughout the house.

“I’ll get it,” Eli grunts as he pushes up from his chair and heads for the front door.

He returns a few seconds later with a huge hulk of a man behind him. My family is all on the tall side, but Gunther is larger than any of us, Eli included. He’s also much scruffier looking, more like a man who was born and raised in the mountains than a bunch of city kids who decided to make this our home. Eli has hinted at some secret, shady past, but he’s annoyingly tight-lipped about what exactly that past might entail.

None of that matters to our nieces, however. Squeals of excitement echo around the dining room as Lanie and Josie wiggle out of their Daddies’ arms and go racing for Gunther.

“Uncle Gunny!” They cry out together as they fling themselves into his arms.