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Holy shit, it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust right there in the middle of their office. “Okay.”
His hand tightened around her throat, and fear twined with desire in a delicious cocktail she knew oh so well. “Try again, little one. What do you say when Daddy gives you an order?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Go on. I’ll meet you at home.”
He bent and feathered a kiss over her lips before releasing her. Flying high on that mixture of anticipation and need, she walked down the hall and out the front door. Across the parking lot to her big black SUV where she climbed inside and drove home as fast as she dared. She wanted to just ignore the speed limits and race home, but Daddy would whip her ass if she got a ticket and a punishment that severe would put a damper on the whole night.
So, she pushed it as fast as she dared, beyond relieved when she finally pulled into her driveway. The car was barely in park before she killed the engine and practically leapt out. Heart pounding, she raced inside and up the stairs to the master suite. On any other night, she would have carefully stripped, depositing clothes into the laundry basket or hanging up items that could be worn again. But tonight she simply let each item fall to the floor on her way to the bathroom. Daddy might spank her for it, but that spanking wouldn’t ruin anything. That kind of ‘punishment’ would only enhance the desire already pumping through her veins.
In the bathroom, she bundled her hair on top of her head and switched the shower on. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the water to heat up, she stepped inside and lifted her face to the spray. Since Daddy was taking a detour, she took a little extra time to rub her sugar scrub over every inch of her body, ensuring her skin would be fresh and smooth and a little extra sensitive for whatever he had planned. Goose pimples rippled over her skin when she stepped back into the cool air of the bathroom.
She hadn’t had a night like this in so long. A night where she could completely surrender herself to the man who ruled her heart and her body.
He wouldn’t be fair. He wouldn’t be just or gentle. He would demand more of her than she knew how to give. He would punish even the slightest disobedience or defiance. He would give her pain, just as he gave her pleasure, but she knew she had nothing to fear.
Because he was her Daddy, and she trusted him with her very being.
When she finished with her usual after shower ritual, she hung her towel up on its hook and returned to the bedroom. For a moment, she debated if she should dress. Her Daddy appreciated the lacy, silken underthings tucked away in her drawers. But she didn’t want anything between them when he came home.
As if thinking about him and all the wicked things he had planned conjured him, the front door slammed. Driven by the desire to be ready and waiting when he walked in the door, she scrambled up onto their bed and stretched out, her heartbeat counting down the seconds until he appeared.
By the time he opened the door and stopped, his gaze roaming her naked body with hungry appreciation, she felt like she might burst with anticipation.
“Look at my pretty little girl, all laid out for her Daddy. Did you take a shower like I told you to?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Roll over on your tummy.”
She rolled as instructed, pillowing her head on her arms as he stepped up to the bed and ran a hand down her back, a gentle caress that left her shivering. It was the calm before the storm, and she trembled thinking of the brutal tempest about to come.
That same hand that had been so gentle moments before cracked across her bottom twice in a row. Once for each quivering cheek.
“You know, little one, looking at this bottom, you’d never guess that you were punished last night and again this morning. There isn’t a mark on you. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
No response was required, so she kept her mouth clamped shut and closed her eyes. She could hear him moving about the room, the opening and closing of their toy chest. Every second that passed ratcheted her anticipation up another notch.
“Lift your head and open your mouth.”
Opening her eyes, she found him standing by the bed once more, this time holding a steel ring with two strips of leather attached. Knowing what was expected of her, she obediently raised her head and opened her mouth so he could fit the ring between her teeth and fasten the leather strips at the back of her head.
“What’s your safeword with the gag in, little one?”
She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers twice.
“Good girl. I’m not going to tie you up unless you give me a reason to. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”
With the gag forcing her mouth open, she couldn’t form any coherent words, so she nodded her agreement.
“I hope so. Arms out in front of you, feet on the mattress. Daddy’s going to plug your bottom before we get started.”
She whimpered in response but did as instructed. It wasn’t that she minded being plugged. On the contrary, she loved being filled in every possible way by him. It was just that the wait was killing her, and she wanted him to get to the good parts already.
But her Daddy knew her, and he knew how impatient she could be. He’d taken it upon himself from the word go to teach her patience. She was reminded of that fact when he lazily ran his hand from her ankle to her bottom and delivered two more solid smacks.
“You’re so beautiful. My little Livvy. You’re going to look even more beautiful with this plug in your red, striped bottom while I fuck you.”
