by Wyatt, Dani
“Open the door.” One of them looks into the camera, his hand on his holster.
“Call paramedics,” I finish and punch in the code to remotely open the door.
Ten minutes later, the cops are wrangling my twin now conscious but beaten twin out of the apartment. He came to just after they stormed the bedroom and there was a five on one, which he almost won. But, they got him cuffed and I can still hear his manic yelling and laughter as they dragged him out of the apartment.
Paramedics are nudging me sideways, trying to check Chastity. As the cops entered, I tore off my suit jacket and wrapped it around her, then grabbed a pair of my boxers and slipped them on her as well. If I wasn’t so worried about her, I’d take a picture because she’s cute as hell, even wearing my shit which is ten sizes bigger than her.
The cops found a rag on the floor of the closet that they said smelled like Chloroform. I rub my forearm over my face, wiping my twin’s blood off my cheek and jaw, peering over the paramedics’ shoulders as they treat her.
“She’s going to be okay, right?” I demand, more a statement than a question.
One of them looks up, meeting my eyes, and it seems like an age before he answers. “It looks that way, but we can’t know for sure until we get her to the hospital.”
“Then let’s get her to the hospital,” I bark and they shoot me a look, but being polite right now isn’t a priority.
“We will—”
“Fucking, now.”
Before they answer, Chastity makes a moaning sound, her hands go to her face, rubbing her cheeks, and I push the taller paramedic away to squeeze next to her.
“Baby.”
“Daddy,” she answers, and I don’t care who hears. Everyone has seen the open closet with our play things inside and at this point, let the world know, I don’t give a shit. As long as I have Chastity, I’ll burn everything else to the ground. We’ll start over, just the two of us on some private island somewhere if necessary.
“You’re going to be okay. I’m right here.”
Her lashes flutter open and she looks at the paramedics, then at my face. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.” A flicker of a smile tips her lips up and she starts to giggle.
“Probably the Chloroform still in her system. Can make you a little loopy for a while.” The bigger of the two medical workers reaches down and adjusts the oxygen tube in her nose. “Best if we get her to the hospital, like you said.”
I nod as Chastity reaches up and pinches my nose. “Boop.” She chirps then explodes in more laughter. “Alice is going to be soooooo mad we made such a mess. You’re going to be in biiiiiig trouble Mister.” She points at my nose and pokes it again. More laughter.
“You’re being a naughty girl.” I brush her hair from her forehead as she tries to stop laughing. “But, this time, I’ll let it go.”
The paramedics get her on the stretcher as I follow behind.
In the elevator, Chastity reaches out and I take her hand, her laughter gone.
“I saw you.” Her eyes well with tears.
“Saw me what, baby?”
“With that lady. In the restaurant. You gave her a ring, too.” Her voice breaks and tears stream down her cheeks.
A moment of confusion takes me, then I remember.
I reach inside the suit jacket she’s wearing now and pull out the red box.
“You mean this ring?” I pop it open. This is not the way I envisioned my proposal, but there’s no time like the present.
Her eyes are still teary, but she crinkles up her nose, looking at the massive heart shaped pink diamond staring back at her. I pull it out, point toward the inside of the platinum band.
“Can you read what it says?”
She squints as the elevator doors open into the lower parking garage. I see the red and white ambulance parked there waiting, lights still flashing, but I hold a finger up to the medics, needing just a second before they get her secured for transport.
“It says…” She stares at the inside of the ring for a moment, reading the inscription. “Babygirl, Mine Forever. Love, Daddy.”
“That’s right. Mine forever.”
“Mine forever too. Daddy.” She smiles and I kiss the tears from her cheeks.
“Will you marry me, baby?” I slip the ring on her finger as she holds her hand up.
“Yes, Daddy. And I won’t even make you ask twice.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter 22
Chastity
One month later
Diary Entry This Morning
Dear Diary,
I only have a second. Daddy is cooking breakfast and Alice is here for the morning.
We’re going to look at wedding magazines and talk about my dress. She offered to make it for me and I just know it will be perfect. I don’t want to spend a gazillion dollars on something I’ll wear once, and I want it to be special.
Daddy has to go to the office for a bit while Alice and I do girl stuff. Then, he says he will be back here and we will have some fun. Lucky girl.
Okay, time for breakfast. If I’m late it will be twenty lashes with a soggy piece of bacon.
xoxo
* * *
I'm on the raised platform in the center of our playroom.
It’s new. As are a lot of things.
My back is arched. Leather cuffs hold my ankles and wrists.
My breasts shake every time he flicks the sharp crop at the side of my hip.
I shiver as the pain spirals through me in torrents of liquid delight.
I open my eyes, drinking in the wonderful sight of Daddy’s cock as he circles around me wearing just his hard on.
I'm naked as well, on my knees. My arms pulled back and my wrists buckled to my ankles in my new pink and white cuff and spreader set.
Around my neck is the diamond collar Daddy got for me a month ago when I’d just moved in.
He always says his baby deserves the best.
His cock stands hard and pointing at my face. The thick veins lining it make me lick my lips.
“What are you thinking right now, baby girl?”
I squeeze my thighs and hold his gaze. “I'm thinking about your cock down my throat.”
“Didn’t I feed you my cock this very morning in the shower? Well, after my cock showered you, that is.”
“I can't get enough.”
“I understand but Daddy doesn’t want your mouth right now.”
“Why not?” I whine.
“Because…” He grabs a handful of my hair and I so love the sting, the burn in my scalp. “Because I miss your sweet, horny cunt. I need my cum inside you, I need to feel you clench around me, milking every drop of my gift into your womb.”
Another flick of the crop this time on my left nipple, then my right and I’m already drenched between my legs.
“All of me. Every inch. Whatever you want Daddy.”
He grabs my jaw and squeezes my lips taut, pushing his cock just to my lips as I fight to kiss it then he pulls away, offering up his mouth instead. Pushing his warm tongue between my lips it tangles with mine and his free hand delves between my legs. I moan and lose my balance, falling back. He yanks me higher on my knees.
“Stay, baby girl.”
His fingers tighten around my throat and I gasp one last breath before he controls when I next get to breathe. Tighter.
Tighter as my face feels like it’s swelling and the pressure behind my eyes ignites in tiny sparks.
I'm wheezing and moaning as he releases me, and I gasp, my face falling onto the soft carpet under me.
Jack steps over me, one foot on either side, undoing the buckles that hold my wrists to my ankles, and hauls me up off the floor. I’m a dead weight but he lifts me as though I’m a feather.
“I love you.” I wrap myself around him. Our play lasted longer than usual and I’m craving what’s coming next.
He places me down on a high wooden bench that’s smooth underneath my back. My le
gs pulled apart and up, are forced onto stirrups. I throw my arms up and he cuffs them to the head of the table, then walks between my legs.
I love watching him especially naked.
“I love you to princess. Now, get ready. Take it for Daddy like my good girl.” He pulls my ass cheeks apart and plunges his cock into me. My back arches as my body still struggles to make room for his size and the sting is still there as he stretches my opening and so it begins.
The frenzy toward orgasm. The race toward satiation. And the journey is just as pleasurable as the impending destination. The hard pumps of his cock, the delicious fervor of his insane need that never falters.
“You’re home.” I puff out between thrusts.
He growls. “I’ll never get tired of this. One day I’ll drop dead while fucking you. Then they’ll report about how Jackson William Carter, died fucking his little girl. What a scandal it will be.”
I’m whimpering, exhaling in puffs as he drives in and out of me harder and harder until I’m wincing and clenching my fingers into fists.
“It hurts,” I gasp.
“It’s going to hurt sometimes baby. Be good and Daddy will be done soon. Close your eyes if you need to.” He slams harder, grinning, as he destroys my cervix and the blissful ache of having him so deep pulsates outward from my core.
His rock-hard hips begin to curl against me, flexing and circling. I'm gliding up higher on the bench from the force, and he yanks me back down hard. Onto his cock.
“You want to come? Be a good little girl and come for Daddy…” His deep voice races through me as I nod.
“Yes, please. God. It feels so good. The tickle is starting, I can’t stop it…”
I yelp and my ears are ringing. My toes tense. The room disappears around me as my orgasm takes over.
I feel his cock thicken then the sensation of his hot spurts of cum fill me. My cervix sucks up his seed, pulling it deep inside me. I’m half dazed and dizzy, when he unhooks me then slides both arms underneath my back, and cradles me up against his chest.
I curl into his hardness knowing what a big teddy bear he is inside. We breathe together for a long moment, my eyes closing breathing in his scent.
When I open my eyes, I'm in the soft new bed and he's spooning me from behind, holding my left hand up into the light. I smile, the massive perfect engagement ring glistening in the mellow light of the bedside lamp.
“What are you looking at?” I ask.
“I'm looking at your hand. We’ll be married in less than a month.”
“I can’t wait.”
“You were the one who wanted to wait. I was ready to do the deed driving you home from the hospital…”
I squeeze his arms tight to my chest, feeling the weight of the diamond on my finger.
I remember it all…
My misunderstanding. My pain.
“Has Bella RSVP’d to the wedding?”
“She's in Atlanta that weekend. But she won’t miss it - she knows I’ll never forgive her if she does.”
“Good. My father and stepmother will be there. He’s been really sweet ever since it happened. I hope we can get closer. All of us.”
“I hope so too baby, but I won’t let anyone mis-treat you. Not on my watch so if they don’t behave, they will deal with me. Just because they are family doesn’t mean you will put your neck on the stump as they grab their axes. I’ll tan that little behind of yours after I deal with them. No one takes advantage of you anymore baby.”
“I know. I’m doing much better about it all. I always know there is a grizzly bear standing behind me.”
“Yep. Oh, and I did get the final dismissal from Bella about all the harassment cases. It’s all wrapped up.”
“Good. What a mess. Like some movie plot. I mean, a twin? A mentally ill twin to boot.”
“Exactly. I keep thinking what would’ve happened if Joe hadn't revealed himself.”
“Joe. I feel so bad for him. First living the way he did with your parents. Then they both die from overdoses then he’s in foster care. It’s horrible.” I turn over hugging my huge Daddy barely getting my arms around him.
“I know baby. My attorney’s will do what they can on his case. He needs treatment which I’ll take care of. But even so, if he ever tries to hurt you again…”
His voice trails off. He’s in a tough spot. His only real blood family he knows tried to ruin him. Ruin me. Ruin us.
And yet, he wants to help. He’s conflicted about it all and I do what I can to be supportive but not push.”
“You know it’s our anniversary.” He changes the subject and I feel his body soften.
“It is?”
“Yes. One month ago today I saw you in the lavender dress. I knew I’d have you right then.”
“You did? What if I didn’t like you?”
He shrugs, kissing my hair. “Didn’t matter. I even remember telling myself if you didn’t want to come with me, I’d kidnap you.”
I smack his shoulder. “No more kidnapping.”
He sniffs. “We’ll see. Think it might be fun. We could pretend your long-lost Daddy comes and finds you. Takes you to his lair…teaches you all the ways to make him happy.”
“That’s sort of what happened.”
“True. I’m sure you have a story like that in your diary.”
“I probably do. Maybe I’ll read it to you later.”
He chuckles. I finally revealed my diary to him after we got home from the hospital and things were settled with the police. For once, I wasn’t ashamed of my dreams, my feelings, everything about me inside those pages.
Jackson took to reading them in chronological order. He wanted to know everything about me, wanted me to hold nothing back and I never dreamed I’d allow it, but with him, it’s only made us stronger.
He knows me better than anyone ever has and loves even the dark and not-so-perfect parts of me.
“Alice wants to know when you want to do a fitting on your wedding dress. She left you a note on the counter.”
“Okay. I’ll call her later. I have that meeting today with the two guys from the production company to finalize my show ideas.”
“Good baby. I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t need to. I know you have loads of other work to do.”
“I want to be there. You can handle the meeting, I’ll just be there for moral support.”
I look up into those blue eyes that still make me shiver. “Yes, and to make sure they don’t get any ideas. Or look at me sideways. Or make any comment about me what-so-ever. You’re going to have to trust me someday Daddy.”
“I do trust you. I just don’t trust anyone else with you.”
He smiles, and my heart beats faster.
I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding fully over him.
And I know. I love this man. He makes me happy.
I know I’ve found my one and only. My love. My best friend. My Daddy.
And soon, my husband.
“I love you.” I whisper in his ear, then cry out loud when he flips me onto my back, and his mouth closes over mine and his cock is once again inside me.
“I love you too, baby. Now, Daddy needs to fuck you again, so be a good girl and be quiet. We don’t want anyone to know…”
Chapter 23
Jackson
Thirteen years later
“How many cupcakes can we make mommy?” Evangeline our youngest is turning five today and as per our tradition, the kids get to help make their birthday cakes and cupcakes with Chastity.
“As many as you want.” She answers as I roll my eyes rubbing my bigger-ever-year belly.
“Which means I’m gaining another twenty-pounds.”
I walk around and give Evie a soft swat on her behind as she stands on a stool next to her mother who gets a harder swat on her behind.
I lean into her ear. “You still feel me with you?”
She gives me a pinched smile glancing at Evie who is playing in the chocola
te cake batter.
“Yes. In both places.”
“Good. I’ll be doing a very thorough inspection later.”
I’m sure my cum is still dripping out of Chastity and the new gold plug is planted in her ass. I still find joy in knowing she’s reminded of me with every step.
“You’re impossible.” She reaches over to wipe the chocolate off Evie’s hands as she sings happy birthday to me to herself. “Now get out of here. You are in charge of decorating the barn. Oh, and go check on your mother. She said she was going to take a nap then come help us bake but she’s not answering her phone.”
“She doesn’t know how. We need to get her a land line. She can’t figure out a cell phone.”
We moved here to our country house permanently six years ago and a year after, we moved my parents into a smaller place we built just for them. My father passed away the next year and fuck it hurt like hell, but I was happy we had the year together here that we did.
We still have our place in the city, but the pace of rural Connecticut suits us more these days. Our other four spawn are out shopping for presents for Evie with Chastity’s dad. He flew in yesterday and has been spoiling all the kids from the moment he hit the front door.
Turns out, Chastity’s stepsister wasn’t her Dad’s daughter after all. Her stepmother was less than loyal and it all came out about a year after all the bullshit with Joe happened.
Chastity and her father got closer and we went to visit one weekend. The stepmom was a right, royal bitch and I was having none of it when it came to how she treated Chastity. By the end of the weekend, there was a fight that raised the fucking roof and revealed some long-held secrets.
Richard, her father, was throttled by it all. The stepmom had been having affairs for years. Seems she had a thing for anonymous encounters, so she didn’t even know who her daughter’s father really was.
So, Richard divorced her ass with our encouragement. He keeps up with the daughter, because in his heart she is his and a year after the divorce, adopted her legally.
