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Both, probably.

Since this part was turning out to be so different from her books, however, it made relaxing for him much easier. With a soft sigh, she gave herself over to the odd fullness of having her bottom filled, her muscles loosening around him.

“There we go.” Again there was that odd note of pride in his voice. “Such a good girl for me. I’m going to go deeper now, and once I’ve gotten you loosened up a bit, we’ll try two fingers to make sure you’re nice and stretched for the plug.”

She couldn’t help but tense up a bit at that. “Sorry, sorry. I’m trying to be good, I swear.”

“Shh, menace. You are being good. You’re fucking perfect.”

Not once in her entire life had anyone ever used the word ‘perfect’ in relation to her. “Really?”

“Yes, baby. It’s completely natural to be nervous, especially your first time. But you’re taking it so fucking well.”

She’d never given much consideration to whether or not she had a praise kink. But judging by the nearly painful pride blooming in her chest and the way her body all but melted at his words, yeah, she had a big fucking praise kink.

Or maybe it was just a kink for being praised by hot-as-fuck mafia men with the faintest hint of an Irish accent.

Either way. She was very much enjoying it.

She was enjoying it so much, in fact, she barely noticed when he pushed even deeper inside her. It wasn’t until he began fucking her, his thick finger moving in and out of her forbidden hole, that she noticed just how deep he was.

“Fucking hell, menace.” His voice was strained, as if he’d had to squeeze the words free. “You’re so goddamn perfect. We’re gonna try two fingers now, and you’re going to keep taking it, because you’re my good, good girl. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The words came more easily than perhaps they ever had, drifting from her lips on a sigh.

He pulled free of her, and she let out a little whine of protest. However she’d felt before he’d been inside her, now she missed the feel of him. The fullness of him in that place nobody else had ever touched.

“Greedy little menace,” he scolded with a chuckle, pushing back inside her with two fingers now, stretching her with another bite and burn that had her hissing in protest. “Is this what you want, baby? You want Daddy to fill your tight little asshole again?”

Dropping her head, not in shame but out of the sheer overwhelm of sensation and emotion crashing over her, she nodded. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” Deeper and deeper he went, until he was buried up to the last knuckle on both fingers. “Because some day soon, Daddy’s going to fuck you here. It’s going to hurt, but you’re going to take every fucking inch because you’re my good girl. Isn’t that right, menace?”

“God. Yes. Yes, Daddy.” Just then, she would have agreed to nearly anything he asked of her. Demanded of her. So consumed was she by him, by the need to please, to be everything he wanted and more.

He spread his fingers, stretching her further, and she winced at the flash of pain. But just like before, he praised her for taking everything he gave her, assured her she would be okay, that her Daddy would take care of her. And every word, every touch, flooded her with that intoxicating mix of pride and need.

By the time he pushed the tip of the rubber plug against her entrance, she was mindless. A wanton creature, desperate for release.

“Daddy, please,” she whined, rocking back, attempting to impale herself on the plug.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

True to his word, he snaked his free hand under her stomach, down to her dripping pussy, ripping a cry from her throat as he strummed her clit. Her mind went utterly blank as pleasure overwhelmed her, drowned her.

“My good girl,” he crooned, working the plug deeper inside her, stretching her far more than his fingers had as he continued rolling that tender bud beneath his fingers, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with every touch. “Show Daddy how pretty you are when you come. I want to see you fall apart with your bottom stuffed full.”

As if on command, she shattered, just as he pushed the plug all the way in, filling her in a way his fingers hadn’t managed. Her screams of pleasure echoed off the walls of the cavernous bathroom, water sloshing over the sides of the tub as she rocked against his hand, chasing more of that delicious, mind-numbing pleasure.

When it was finally done and she was utterly drained, he lifted her from the tub, effortlessly sweeping her up in his arms.

“Come on, menace. Let’s get you dressed for dinner.”

Chapter 23

Goldie

Between the orgasm and the distraction of being able to feel the plug in her ass every single time she shifted in her seat, her nerves didn’t return until they were pulling into Killian’s long driveway.