“I know it is. But you can take it. If it gets to be too much, you say red, and everything stops. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
He pressed the thickest plug against her and began working it in with slow, relentless pressure. Junie’s breath came in sharp little pants as her body stretched around it. Tanner used one hand to work the plug and the other he kept between her legs, rubbing her clit steadily to help her relax and open for it.
“That’s my girl,” he praised when the widest part finally slipped inside, and her body closed around the base. “Fuck, look at you. So full and so wet for me.”
He left the largest plug seated for a minute while he played with her—stroking her clit, pumping two fingers into her pussy, and reaching up to roll her nipples between his fingers until she was shaking and begging.
Only then did he slowly pull the plug free.
Junie moaned at the sudden emptiness.
Tanner unfastened his jeans and freed his aching cock, stroking it once before pressing the thick head against her well-stretched hole.
“Now it’s time for you to take Daddy’s cock,” he said, voice graveled with need. “You’re going to be a good girl and let me fuck this punished little ass. If it’s too much, you say red. Otherwise, you take what I give you.”
She nodded, breathing hard. “Yes, Daddy…”
He pushed forward slowly, stretching her around his girth. Junie gasped and clutched the pad of the bench, but she didn’t say red. Tanner kept going, inch by careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight heat.
“Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, gripping her hips. “So fucking tight.”
He started to move—deep, controlled thrusts that made her cry out with every stroke. One hand stayed on her hip while the otherreached around to rub her clit in firm, fast circles. The combination had her shaking within minutes.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark. “Come for Daddy like the good girl you are.”
Junie shattered with a broken cry, the muscles in her ass clamping down around him as she came harder than he’d ever witnessed. The intensity of it made her sob with pleasure, her legs nearly giving out. Tanner fucked her through it, chasing his own release until he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, filling her ass.
For a long moment, he stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, one hand stroking soothingly down her body. When he finally pulled out, he pressed a kiss to her lower back and said, “Stay right there. I’m going to get a warm rag to clean you up. I’ll be right back, and I’m leaving the door open so you can hear me and I can hear you.”
He returned quickly with a warm, damp cloth and gently cleaned her up, taking his time and murmuring soft praise. Then he released her from the bench, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed.
After he tucked Nibbles into her arms and wrapped her snugly in the thick blanket, he grabbed a bottle of water and five chocolate kisses from the kitchenette, setting them on the nightstand.
Climbing into bed beside her, he pulled her against his chest. “You okay, babygirl?”
She nodded against him, voice content and sleepy. “My bottom hurts from the spanking, but I’m okay, Daddy. I’m really sorry… I’ll never do anything like that again. I promise.”
“I know you won’t,” he said, kissing the top of her head before unwrapping a candy and holding it to her lips. “Open up, Cupcake.” When her mouth open, he popped the chocolate inside and added, “Don’t forget, tomorrow you and your besties are going to spend the whole day at the bakery cleaning up the mess. That’s part of making it right.”
She nodded again, chewing softly but by the time he’dunwrapped a second kiss, he could tell she was already drifting. Tossing the candy into his mouth, he savored the chocolate as it melted on his tongue while he held her close, stroking her hair until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep in his arms. Only then did he allow himself to really think.
He gazed down at the woman curled against his chest, the one who had somehow become everything to him. He’d never thought he would find someone who fit him so perfectly. Someone who needed his discipline as much as his tenderness. Someone who made him want to protect her, claim her, and keep her forever.
A slow smile curved his mouth. Tomorrow, while she was cleaning the bakery, he was going to start looking for a ring. Because Junie was it for him, and it was time to make it official
He had every intention of making sure she stayed his—always.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Junie wiped her hands on a clean towel and surveyed the stacks of supplies she had just unpacked. The familiar scents of flour, sugar, and fresh vanilla beans filled the warm kitchen, mingling with the faint aroma of the chokecherries.
She’d managed to get several boxes of frozen chokecherries from a supplier up north, harvested at the peak of the season and flash-frozen to lock in their tart, vibrant flavor. Still, they weren’t Wilder chokecherries. And they hadn’t been picked with Tanner by her side. Call her crazy, but the ones they picked themselves always tasted better.
The morning light streamed through the high windows, casting soft golden patches across the stainless steel counters and making the white bags of flour glow like fresh snow. She loved being in her bakery early in the morning. Especially on a day like today.
“Well, look at you all,” she murmured, a whimsical smile on her lips as she patted the bag of flour like an old friend. “You’re going to be busy little soldiers today, aren’t you? I still can’t believe how many extra orders I had to place this week. Business has never been better.”
