Before she could answer, he slapped her right thigh just as hard as he had the left.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He rubbed her sore flesh. “You’re pretty wet, sweet pea. Have you been horny all day?”
“God, yes.” She hated admitting it, but he knew the truth of it already. He had his fingers there. There was no sense in lying.
He laughed. “I can see that. You’re drenched. You didn’t come at any point today, did you?”
“N-not on purpose.”
He paused. He didn’t slap her, or even laugh. She peeked over her shoulder to see his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze cool.
“Honest, Daddy.”
“I can’t even fathom this. Explain how you can come but ‘not on purpose.’”
“I’ve been a good girl, I promise. I fought it all day, and I kept trying to find things to distract myself — cleaning, chores, you know, stuff like that. So, finally I decided that I would read one of my books. I was reading about this guy lifting the woman’s skirt, jamming his face into her pussy from behind and it was so hot… that I just came. I had no warning, no idea it was going to happen. I had been throbbing all day, so I just thought it was business as usual and then…
bloop
, orgasm.”
As she related her tale, she’d watched his face go from confused to something else entirely. Surprised? Stunned?
“You… had an orgasm from
reading?
I didn’t even know that was possible. Do other women do that too?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve done it before. If the writing is good and the sex is hot, I can come from reading or watching a movie.”
“Jesus Christ! I’m going to watch you do that one of these days.”
Sunni dropped her forehead onto the table and moaned.
God, that’ll be mortifying as fuck!
He had forced her to masturbate in front of him once, and she had truly hoped that it would be a once in a lifetime event. Apparently not.
“I agree with you, this time. You didn’t break the rule on purpose, but in the future, you won’t be able to read any books when I’m not here.”
Is he fucking serious?
“What? Wait a minute… I mean… you can’t decide that.”
“Oh, I can. And I just did.” He rested both his hands on his hips.
“Can we discuss this tomorrow? I just… I read every day.”
“Good girl. You phrased that respectfully, with no attitude.” He brushed his knuckle down her cheek. “Yes, we can discuss it tomorrow. Now, are you ready for this plug to come out?”
“God, yes. I’ve been ready for about four hours now.”
* * *
W
hen Cade came through the door and saw her ass with the blue bejeweled plug peeking between those plump cheeks, his cock twitched to life, and he swore he was hard as steel instantly. He wondered if he’d ever tire of this woman. Since the first day he’d met her, it seemed he’d been hard incessantly. Thank God he had a job or he’d have her tied to his bed, taking her hourly. He didn’t doubt that for one minute.
And after all the plugs and training, he’d finally be taking her ass tonight. “Let me get a few things, baby. I’ll be right back.” He returned with a couple of wet wash cloths, lube, and a two implements from their bedroom — and bathroom.
He stared at the gorgeous buttocks in front of him, her shaven, puffy folds peeking between her thighs, the blue jeweled plug a crown to her beautiful pussy. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her sex. “Is this how the man did it in your book, Sunni?”
“Oh, yes!”
He eased his tongue through the seam, licking the slippery tissue up to her clit, gliding back down to push it deep into her sex.
Her loud sighs and pants filled the room. He squeezed a buttock in each hand, bracing her as he licked deeply inside her, his thumb pressing on the plug in her little pucker.
She screamed, “Cade, I’m coming!”
“Yes, baby. Come!”
And come she did. She screamed so loud with her orgasm, he was glad he didn’t have any neighbors nearby.
He licked her until the tremors ceased, pulling away and kissing his way up her backside, leaving a trail of kisses on her back, tweaking her nipples as he bit her shoulder. “Let’s get this plug out of you now that you’ve been given your release. Bear down and help me get this out, Sunni.” He pulled gently on the jeweled flange, her muscles stretching to accommodate the silvery metal plug.
“Ohhhh. I couldn’t wait for it to come out, but… it feels weird without it.”
She’d be sorry that she ever shared that bit of information. As a result of that declaration, he may resolve to have her ass plugged every fucking day.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll have you filled up with my cock in just a moment.”
Sunni shivered, her whole body shaking.
“What was that for?”
She dropped her gaze to the table. “I was just thinking about how you said to… not worry about your cocking fitting up there. But Jesus, Cade, it scares me a little.”
He patted her hip, like one might pet a passing a dog. “I appreciate the backhanded compliment, baby, but trust me, if you can take that plug, you’ll take me just fine.”
Cade quickly took his clothes off, tossing them into the same pile that Sunni had started on the floor. Grabbing the lube to coat his cock, he put a generous dollop on his fingertips.
Jesus, I’m so ready for this.
He had been thinking about it all morning, and even throughout the court proceedings. It’s what kept him focused, helped him stay calm.
He worked the lube into her, while the other hand teased and pinched her clit. Since Sunni could come while reading a book or watching a movie, having an orgasm during anal would likely not be much of an issue.
Jesus, who the fuck knew women could do that? I hit the sex lotto!
Cade just couldn’t believe his luck. Sweet, quiet, tiny Sunni. He’d known her since she was seven, but never
dreamed
he’d date her as a grown woman. She still had all those traits, of course, but now she was a grown – and very sexual — woman.
He pushed the lube into her anus with his finger, the way already prepared by the plug. He wanted to make sure it was well-lubricated before he took her. He lined up his cock at her entrance, pressing the head in while teasing her clit with feathery touches.
“Touch yourself, Sunni. I want to play with your tits, while I push myself into you.”
He sank in slowly, watching his dick disappear inch by inch as Sunni began to touch herself. She constricted around him and he swore he saw stars, his head lolling back. He held his breath, just relishing the moment. Leaning forward, he pushed himself the rest of the way in, wrapping his arms around her. He pinched her pebbled nipples, rolling the steel points between his this thumb and forefinger until she pushed back upon his cock, grinding against his groin.
He straightened, bracing her hips with his hands, their flesh slapping together over and over, her hand still playing with her clit and pussy. When her asshole constricted him in a vice-like hold, she screamed for the second time that night with her climax. He swore he screamed himself, a deep, guttural shout erupting from him as he spurted his warm seed into her dark channel.
The two of them shivered and convulsed for a few minutes, silent, delighting in their sexual union.
“Daddy, that wasn’t scary at all. You were right.” Her voice was weak and tired, as if forming words may have been more than she could handle at that moment.
He understood that completely, feeling the same way himself. “What was that? I think I need you to say that again — and louder.”
She sighed, but played along nicely — well, perhaps with a little attitude — and shouted. “Daddy, you were right!”
“That’s a good girl. You’ll find that I’m usually right.” He chuckled, tickling her ribs, and slipping out of her. Reaching for one of the wash cloths he brought into the room to clean them both up, he scooped her from the table, carrying her to their bedroom and laying her upon his chest. As they laid in the cool quiet, he played with her hair, running his hands lightly across her skin.
“I’m so glad I found you, little girl.”
“I’m glad I found you too, Daddy.” He continued to stroke her, until her breathing steadied in to a rhythmic pattern and she slipped off to sleep.
His girl.
Epilogue
Dylan and Brittney
A
s she expected, Dylan was less than pleased with her behavior at her father’s house. He’d warned her of the consequences, told her that she’d be receiving a spanking if she misbehaved. He knew how much she hated the strop, but for fights, it was the implement of choice. Thankfully, she had told him about the incident with Sunni, or he would have added a switching to what she was already receiving.
Dylan had only been her Daddy for less than a year, but it felt like they’d been together for much longer. When they’d met, it had been less than romantic, but soon enough it had become apparent that both of them were most comfortable with him being her Daddy. She still remembered fondly the time they’d met…
* * *
D
ylan walked up to her table at the local coffee shop. “You know, Gabby works hard here, and customers like you make it that much harder. She didn’t deserve the tongue lashing you just gave her — although I can think of someone here who does deserve a good lashing.”
“Who the fuck are you? And tell me again why I should give fuck?” Brittney was amazed that this stranger was telling her how to behave in a coffee shop. A gorgeous stranger — but still a stranger.
“I’m someone who cares about people. Obviously, that isn’t a concern for you. It seems that you’re one of those spoiled girls that only cares about her needs.” He put his hands on his hips — his very lean, trim hips. He had one of those scrumptious scruffy beards trimmed neatly and close. He must have come to the coffee shop directly from the shower, the smell of cologne and soap wafting around him, his damp hair mussed with a slight wave that softened his harsh look.
His looks were distracting to her, but he needed to go sit down — far away. She figured she’d send him off with an arrow to his ass. “I see that you’re alone. I’d like to say that I’m surprised, but actually I’m not. Maybe you need to go sit back down and evaluate your people skills? You know, try to figure out why you’ll be jacking off at home alone — just you and your controlling personality.”
His eyes had narrowed, a tic showing in his jaw. “I’m alone because that’s how I choose to live at this point in my life. As for controlling — you have no idea, little girl. I don’t have just a controlling personality. I’ve got a hand of steel too. And if you’re not careful with that acerbic tongue, you may find out just how hard this hand can be when applied to your cute, plump ass.”
Brittney, for the first time in a long time, had been at a loss for words. She’d stared up at him, swallowing loudly.
“That’s what I thought.” He nodded at her. “Now, I’m not telling you, because that’d be controlling.” The corner of his mouth kicked up a little. “So, I’m suggesting. If I were you, I’d apologize to Gabby for being so unfriendly, especially if you plan on coming back here often. It helps to have the barista like you. Have a good day.”
Dylan had spun on his heel, walking back over to his table. Brittney made sure to ogle his tight ass which led to the most amazing muscled thighs she’d ever seen. He caught her staring and winked at her before pulling out his phone, totally ignoring her, sipping his coffee as if nothing had occurred. And as much as it bothered her to comply with his “suggestion,” she decided to apologize to Gabby.
The next week when Brittney showed up for her coffee, Dylan wasted no time coming up to where she had been sitting, asking if she’d like to go to dinner with him. And the rest was, as the saying went, history.
He’d acquired a little girl that day, and she learned to not only call him Daddy, but trust him in every way. Even though he was only seven years her senior, it seemed on a maturity level that Dylan was double her age — in every way.
* * *
B
rittney had been lying over Dylan’s MacGyvered spanking bench for God knew how long. It was actually a medical table, one he’d purchased not long after they’d met. It had been used in breast clinics having openings for each breast, allowing them to dangle free for biopsies, and he had covered it with expensive leather, turning it into the bench of pain she was intimately familiar with. Her comfort mattered to him — unless it was time for her ass to be spanked.
Then all bets were off.
The craftsman who’d modified the table had sewn a long roll pillow into the leather, one that raised her hips, preventing her from clenching, and therefore, bruising. Dylan had them install handcuffs too for securing both her hands and feet. His pride and joy though were the openings in the table for her breasts, leaving them to swing and dangle freely below her. The table was equipped with an electronic foot pedal to angle it up or down, and he’d spent an inordinate amount of time many days clamping, chaining, sucking, and pinching her nipples until she’d scream with her orgasm.