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“Daddy wants you to wear one more jewel, baby girl.”
I watched through hooded eyes as he pulled a large butt plug from the bag. The base of the plug had a glittering emerald. I didn’t even have enough energy to tense before he spread my bottom open. He swirled the metal plug through his seed and my wetness and roughly forced it inside my bottom. It popped inside easily since I’d already been stretched open by his cock, but that didn’t mean it didn’t pinch a little on the way in.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked tentatively, lifting my bottom a little so that I hopefully presented a pretty picture for him.
“You look absolutely perfect, baby girl.”
I tightened around the plug, sore and achy in all the right ways. I curled up, enjoying the heavy feeling of the metal plug inside me with ever increasing contentment. He slid into bed beside me and wound his arms around me, pulling my body against his with a possessiveness that I was growing to adore more than anything.
“Daddy made you come with his cock in your bottom, didn’t he?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I shivered, ashamed and more satisfied than I thought possible.
Every part of my body was sore, and it was perfect. I dozed off in his arms. I don’t know how long I slept, maybe an hour or so, before a loud knock at the door woke me up. I started and Cormac climbed out of bed, quickly pulling the covers over me. I looked at him quizzically.
“You’re my little slut, Caitlin.Mine. I’m the only one that will ever see what a good little slut you can be. No man will ever lay his eyes on you again. Only me,” he growled.
“I understand, Daddy,” I whispered, blushing hard at his insinuation.
My fingers wound around the blankets, pulling them up to my chin and hiding my body from sight. Once I was fully covered, Cormac pulled on a pair of pants and answered the door without a shirt. I took a long moment to admire the chiseled muscles of his back and the Celtic designs of his tattoos as he pulled a garment rack inside the room.
My bottom hole clenched around the plug and a volley of aching soreness almost made me moan. I bit it back, trying to keep myself under control. I wasn’t certain if I was even capable of another orgasm, but it certainly felt like it could happen if he decided it should.
When the door closed and we were finally alone again, he pulled down the covers and gathered me in his arms. He carried me to the shower, and I didn’t protest a word as he turned the water on and placed me down on the tiled seat inside. He undressed and joined me, focusing solely on me first. He washed me gently, taking his time to shampoo and condition my hair, as well as massage body wash into my sore, well-used muscles.
He was most gentle with my pussy, soaping up my sensitive folds with tender love and care. When he was finished, he turned off the water and gently wrapped me in a towel. He carried me back into the bedroom before thoroughly drying me off. When he focused on brushing out my hair, I held up the towel and just enjoyed being taken care of in such a loving manner. He carefully dried my hair and brushed it out, taking care to be gentle with every knot.
He eventually took the towel from me and unzipped the garment bag, revealing an absolutely gorgeous emerald green satin gown. The edges were trimmed in lace, and I sucked in a breath. I didn’t need to be told that it was expensive. I knew that it was just from the sight of it. He guided one foot inside the skirt and then the next, slowly pulling the dress over my hips. I slipped my arm underneath the single sleeve, and he brushed my wet hair to the side and pulled up the zipper. Lastly, he helped me put on a pair of black silk Louboutins.
He took a step back, admiring me and I blushed.
“No bra or panties?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
“Not tonight, baby girl. Daddy is going to take you to dinner wearing exactly what you are now so that we can celebrate our engagement officially. Then I’m going to take you home and you’re going to strip out of this beautiful dress for me like the very good little slut you are,” he began.
“What then, Daddy?” I blushed harder.
“Then you’re going to beg me to replace that pretty jewel in your bottom with my cock.”
I did all that and more that night. I stripped for Daddy, enjoying the way I made him rock hard before I got down on my knees and begged him to remove the plug and replace it with his cock.
He fucked my ass hard after that. I came so many times that I passed out in his arms.
That night, I went to sleep knowing that wouldn’t be the first or the last time Daddy took my bottom because I wasn’t just his for a night or even a little while, but his for the rest of our lives.
I was Daddy’s little girl, but I was also his good little slut.
Forever.
