Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Stone

He didn't need Micah's words to communicate. Her body made it easy to know not only what she was thinking, but what she was feeling. Her gorgeous eyes might be hidden behind scrunched up lids, but he'd seen the dilation of her pupils beginning before she slammed them shut.

The nipple he'd just brushed a thumb across was as hard as a diamond, the soft pink color now more of a ruby rose. If turgid nipples weren't enough to announce her arousal, the slickness gathering between her thighs was unquestionable. Once again gooseflesh covered her body and not from any chill. His Little girl was excited about what she'd seen him pull from the bag even if she'd rather die than admit it.

His grin grew as her buttocks clenched tighter. As if they had a chance of keeping a determined Daddy from doing what was necessary to make sure his Little achieved the balance she'd just admitted she needed. Though he had no intention of spanking that precious bubble-butt he so loved, he did intend to pay it homage. Or rather, fill it to garner her respect.

"Okay, Micah, just relax. I believe holding something in your bottom today will make you feel better."

"It won't!" she said, obviously finding her words.

"It will," he repeated. "Now, if you'd confessed you'd hidden your brush last night, then your spanking and bottom fucking would have taken care of it. However, your guilty feelings won't just go away on their own?—"

"They might?"

Stone chuckled. "Babygirl, the very fact that sounded far more like a question than a statement just goes to show I'm right. I don't believe you need an additional spanking before I fill your bottom, but if you believe that will help you feel better, then I will certainly take the time to give you one."

"I thought you were in a big hurry," she grumbled beneath her breath.

A sharp slap sounded and a perfect impression of his handprint, complete with splayed fingers bloomed a beautiful poppy-red against her white bottom.

"Ow!"

Ignoring that response, Stone said, "Want to try that again?"

"Sorry," she muttered. "I don't need a spanking."

The second slap sounded when she whispered, "Or a plug."

Unfortunately for her, she seemed to have forgotten that Daddy Stone's hearing had often been compared to that of a bat.

"The next won't leave a handprint," he warned. "It will leave a nice stripe of red on these little cheeks, understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, these words spoken far clearer than her mumbling.

Stone nodded, noting her eyes were open and seeking his in the mirror. "And since you so thoughtfully reminded me of our timeline, you may help. Pull your cheeks apart while I lube your beads."

Her hesitation was obvious as her fingers gripped the marble edge tighter, but when his eyebrow arched, she instantly let go and spread the globes of her bottom apart.

"Good choice," he said, not exactly praising her as she was expected to obey but letting her know he appreciated her cooperation. He proceeded to flip open the tube and apply a dot to each bead on the string. Using his fingers, he spread the lube over the individual orbs until they were slick and shiny.

"I always tend to forget how pretty these are," he said as he held them up, allowing the beads to twist a bit with the motion, each one catching the light which made the glitter embedded deep within the resin sparkle. "I think I'll need to purchase another string."

When her gaze tore away from the beads to meet his, her look of disbelief had him grin and shrug. "Hey, you can't blame me. After all, these little beauties will be out of sight. If I buy another set for you to wear around your throat, then I'll remember you're holding the other string of pretty baubles deep in your bottom."

"And I'm the naughty one?" she retorted.

Stone laughed, knowing it wasn't out of disrespect but out of pure shock that he'd think of such a thing. Though they'd been together for three years and married for two, he had so much more to teach her, so many other things he couldn't wait to experience with her. But those would have to wait. What she'd said earlier was true. They were cutting it close enough as it was. If they dawdled much longer, they were in danger of missing their flight.

"Okay, Webby, hold yourself nice and wide and open your little back door. It's time to feed this into your bottom and let them make that icky guilty feeling go away."

To say she appreciated his words would be a lie, but she didn't protest or do more than moan and gasp as he carefully began inserting the beads. Starting with the smallest, it was easy for her to take the first few as her bottom had been invaded not too long ago with a far fatter object. However, when he got to the final, wider spheres, her moans became whimpers.

"Clenching won't help, Micah. Push back and open up. You've held them all before and will today. Only a few more to go."

"It's too many, Daddy. I won't be able to walk!"

"You'll walk just fine, though sitting might be a bit awkward. But that's part of the lesson. If they were too small or too few, then holding them wouldn't be the message you need." He talked as he worked the beads into her, having to push each one a bit firmer as the previous ones were filling her channel. He grinned as the third from the last finally popped inside, disappearing from view. This might be a punishment but filling her ass with the baubles never failed to make him rock hard.

"This is a little bigger, lift your butt higher."

Groaning, she did as ordered, her beautiful bottom tilting up. He would never ever forget the gift she gave him every single time she obeyed. Her submission was as beautiful as she was.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, her sphincter fighting against yet another invader.

"I know, baby. It's gonna be a bit harder, but you can swallow it." With a final push, she yelped and proved him correct.

"Last one," he announced, his slick fingers running over the largest, crimson-colored bauble. He knew that unlike the rest, this one would not totally disappear. It would rest just inside the entrance of her bowels, keeping her anus slightly open. The string dangling from it would be nestled inside her panties until he chose to remove them from her body. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he tucked her tighter against his side as he worked the bead into her. He could feel her body tensing as the others shifted inside her, trying to make room to accommodate the last. Seating it was proving more difficult than he'd remembered, but he was determined she'd hold the entire length. Letting go of the orb, he reached down to run his fingertips over her own little bead, not the least bit surprised to find it quite hard as well.

His Little's groans turned to moans as he worked her clit, rubbing slick fingers over and around the bundle of nerves until she was mewling, her toes curling against the tiles of the floor. "That's my girl, purring like a kitten as Daddy plays with her pussy. You like Daddy's fingers, now don't you?"

"Oh, yessss," she sighed. "May I come, please, Daddy?"

"I don't know," he said. "You seem to be fighting swallowing the last bead, so I'm not sure you deserve to come."

"I'll swallow it, Daddy," she said, far more eager than she'd sounded since they'd begun.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I promise!"

"I'm going to trust you to keep your word, babygirl. Okay, come over Daddy's fingers so I can lube that nice big red bead before you swallow it up. Come for me, Micah."

He took her clit between his fingers and pinched it, her wail of ecstasy shouted to the ceiling as she rose up on her tiptoes and came. His fingers continued to play as her cum covered them as he'd instructed. Grinning, he pulled them free, took the last bauble between them and once he'd transferred her slickness to the surface, pushed it without pause into her body.

"That's my good girl," he praised, bending to kiss not only her slightly gaping anus where the bead shone just inside, but also kissed her still quivering clittie. "Your bottom ate every bead right up."

Her face was as scarlet as the last sphere he'd inserted when he straightened and stepped to the sink to wash his hands. He grinned as her hand fluttered behind her, her fingers pushing at the bead he'd inserted. "If you'd like a picture of how you look, I could take one." When her eyes widened, he grinned. "Then again, I'd get a far better one of how all your baubles nestle so nicely in your bowels if we stop at the hospital and take an x-ray."

"You-you can't do that!" his Little gasped.

"Can't I, little girl?"

Backpedaling, she said, "Yes, but I know I've already taken up a lot of extra time and we need to get on the road, right, Daddy?"

"Right, so I suppose you should stop playing with your bottom beads, wash your hands and brush your teeth. Shake a leg, we're gonna be late."

"I'm not playing, I'm just making sure they'll stay inside so when I ‘shake' my leg, you won't have to take time to push them inside again," she retorted, two dark-pink spots highlighting her cheekbones even as she whipped her hand away from her bottom and turned on the faucet of her sink.

Stone barked out a laugh. "Don't fret, babygirl. Your baubles are nice and secure right where they are. Not a single one will come out until Daddy is ready." Popping his hand against her ass, he waited until she'd brush her teeth before he brushed her hair. "There's my sweet girl with the beautiful curls," he said when he was done.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, lifting on her toes to kiss his cheek as he tucked the hairbrush inside the bag and once again zipped it closed.

Though he could easily have placed it in her suitcase himself, he handed it to her instead. "Pack this away while I pick out your traveling clothes."

"Okay, Daddy," she said, taking the bag with an ease that told him she was no longer as concerned as she had been about why he'd insisted it come with them on vacation. His Little might pretend she hated most everything the bag contained, but he knew it was a battle she'd probably never cease to wage against her love of those very same items when used in a much different way. Watching her bend over to tuck the bag into her suitcase, he could not only see the string from her beads hanging from her bottom's opening, he could also see the slickness still on her pussy lips from her recent climax. His cock jerked, but he could do nothing more than adjust it inside his pants after a quick glance at his watch. He hadn't been kidding, they were seriously going to have to get a move on.