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My brain struggled to make the connection between his instruction and his reasoning. “What?”
“Couch, sweetheart. Just do as Daddy says.”
Follow orders. I could do that. I was good at following orders.
Well, sometimes.
Still floating on the high from the quickie blowjob, I made my way over to the couch and draped myself over the back as instructed. The hem of my dress rode up to my hips, fully exposing all my private bits to him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, running a hand over my naked backside. “Now, let’s have a little chat. Why did you lie to me about having errands to run today?”
Well, crap. Why had I lied? I could barely remember my own name at the moment, with his hands on me. “I don’t know.”
“Hmmm. And what do you think is an appropriate punishment for a naughty little girl who tells lies for no good reason?”
“A spanking?” I asked, secretly hoping it was the correct answer.
“I think you might enjoy that a little too much.” A plastic snapping sound caught my attention a moment before something cool dribbled between my bottom cheeks. “Has anyone ever fucked this pretty little bottom before?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
A soft whimper escaped my lips when he pushed the tip of a slick finger inside of me. “Good. I like the idea of being the first.”
Merde.
His finger pushed in further and I forced myself to relax. Despite my backside’s virgin status, I was no stranger to anal play and butt plugs. I knew enough to bear down so my bottom would more easily accept the intrusion.
“Good girl.” His words were practically a purr, and I could feel my arousal coating my thighs once more. “Have you worn a plug before?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In public?”
“No, Sir.” Unless one counted a club as public, but I didn’t think sweet, innocent Adele would have been to those types of places, so I kept my answer free of any qualifications that might give me away.
“Well, I guess tonight is going to be full of firsts for you, then.” A second finger slipped in beside the first, stretching me open with a bite of pain that had my pussy throbbing.
“Daddy…” I allowed myself to whine, a pitiful, needy sound I’d never made before. Begging wasn’t something I was accustomed to, and on the rare occasion I did beg, I never whined. But it felt so right under the circumstances, and with every twist of his fingers I was sliding deeper and deeper into my role.
“What do you need, baby? Do you need to come with Daddy’s fingers in your tight little bottom hole?”
Needwas too calm a word for what I felt in that moment. I was desperate, aching with the wanting of him. “Yes, Daddy, please!”
His fingers slid from me and a moment later, something much harder and less forgiving pressed against my entrance. Bit by bit, he worked the plug inside of me, stretching my muscles until I thought he might tear me in two.
But then the plug slid home and my muscles clamped down around the slim neck. I wiggled my hips, both with the hope of enticing him to give me the release I was so desperate for and to test the weight of the plug inside of me.
Cupping my ass with one hand, his fingertips digging into the sensitive flesh, Cole leaned down to whisper in my ear, his words harsh and guttural in comparison to the sweet, teasing tone from earlier. “Naughty girls who tell stories don’t get to come until Daddy says so. If you are a good girl the rest of the night, I may allow you to come when I fuck your bottom later. Until then, let your wet, needy little pussy remind you of why you’re being punished.”
I wanted to beg, to kick my legs and scream at the unfairness of it, but instinct told me all that would earn me was a red and possibly welted ass, and no orgasms. So I allowed myself a small pout, but nothing more. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
