Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Polly

"Ugh. It's too hot. Where are we going? Why can't we just stay at the hotel?" I thought you were going to spank me.

Okay so, I didn't say that last part out loud, but I did do a fair share of complaining while we waited outside for a taxi to take us to an undisclosed location. I pointed out that Cas had his car, but he said he didn't want to deal with Las Vegas traffic and parking. Fair.

The taxi arrived and Cas handed the driver a card, presumably with an address on it because that was all that was spoken between them before the meter started running and we pulled out onto the strip.

"Why can't we just stay at the hotel?" I whined again. My splitting headache had died to a dull throb and my stomach had stopped roiling, but I still felt like shit.

"Because it's not just you on this trip, and as I spent my entire night worrying that something terrible had happened to you, I haven't seen Las Vegas at all."

"Sorry," I said, my attitude instantly subdued. "So, we're going… exploring?"

"Not exactly." Cas didn't elaborate and I knew better than to ask.

We sat in silence, staring out opposite windows as the taxi rolled down the bustling Strip. I had so many conflicting emotions I didn't dare voice any of them.

Finally we came to a stop in front of a luxurious looking resort at the far end of the strip. The sign outside read " Utopia ", and I wondered why I hadn't heard of it.

Cas came around to let me out, taking my hand as he tipped the driver and led me through the doors. Inside… inside was like stepping into the center of a wad of cotton candy. Everything was pale pink and crystals. It did not seem like a Cas type of vibe.

"What is this place?" I wondered aloud.

Again Cas didn't answer, gently pulling me along until we reached a shop on the far end of the casino floor. The sign along the flashing read Lovely Littles Inc, and from outside I could see walls of stuffed animals and other childlike items. Cas dragged me along and I paused to look around with awe. We were greeted by Alice, a bubbly woman with pink pigtails and a thin man in slacks and suspenders who seemed to be her polar opposite.

"Can I help you find what you're looking for?" Alice asked, practically bouncing.

"Thanks. I think we've got it." Cas grabbed a shopping basket and handed one to me before beginning to fill it. He stopped first at the stuffed animals. He didn't ask my opinion before picking up exactly what I would have chosen–a soft pink otter and a bright yellow duck–and tossing them both into the basket. I didn't tell him I still slept with the bear my parents had given me on my first birthday Or that I had brought him with me.

I was still trying to figure out what was happening.

Cas stopped next at a glass case full of fancy blinged-out pacifiers, glanced between them and me and finally selected a pack of plain pink ones from a nearby wall rack. Then he was on to clothes.

I watched in sort of a turned-on, embarrassed horror as he made several selections. Two pairs of thin cotton drop-bottom pajamas, a onesie that said ‘Naughty Baby' on it, the most god-awful frilly dress with matching frilly panties, a plaid skirt that looked like it would barely cover my ass, thigh high stockings, and patent leather Mary Janes. He glanced at me as if to gauge my reaction then added several more onesies, a couple pairs of overalls, another plaid skirt, and a third pair of drop-bottom pajamas. I kept my expression neutral, but if he thought I was stepping one toe out in public wearing any of that he was frying balls. Not happening, dude.

Then we were done with clothes and on to a section I really didn't want to look at much less with Cas standing right there, picking up and selecting items as if they were boxes of cereal. I wanted to sink into the floor as a small box of diapers and wipes went into the basket along with a bottle.

And yet… I was oddly intrigued. But that wasn't the worst part. If I thought standing silent while Cas picked out diapers was bad, it was nothing compared to when he moved on to a different section of the store. Into the cart went two butt plugs, one silicone, one metal, a wooden hair brush, a giant vibrator, a wooden spoon and a leather strap. I wanted to die when my pussy gushed. I just knew there was a wet spot on the crotch of my yoga pants. I was oddly turned on, but also terrified. His purchases went far above and beyond what I had agreed to. Was I allowed to say no? What would happen if I did? Would he pack up the car and head for home?

Would I always wonder what if ?

Cas bought two more items. A t-shirt that said Daddy on it and a thick leather belt. I thought my face was going to burst into flames as we checked out.

But he paid and I was still alive and not on fire or swallowed into a hole in the ground. As we stepped out of the shop, I was getting ready to hiss that I wouldn't be caught dead in any of the stuff he had bought. I looked up and noticed that every woman—as well as a fair number of men—in the place was dressed in similar attire. Floofy dresses, schoolgirl skirts, overalls with onesies. And more.

"What is this place?" I whispered, but Cas didn't answer. He just tugged me along to a large desk in the center of the lobby. There was no line so we stepped right up to the front and Cas said, "Reservation for Cas Duncan."

"I thought we had a room at the other place!" I hissed. "You said you'd booked it for another night!"

"I did. So you could sleep in. You're welcome." Cas spoke out of the side of his mouth, never taking his eyes off the lady checking us in.

"You're on the 4th floor, room 416 in a family suite," the woman said, handing Cas a key. Checkout is noon. Breakfast is 8:30. Let us know if you need anything, and enjoy your stay."

"What is this place?" I hissed again as we made our way to a nearby elevator.

Cas still didn't answer, and I wanted to scream.

"Red!" I said as the elevator doors closed.

Cas pushed the button that stopped it from moving and turned to me with an unamused expression, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline. "I beg your pardon?"

"Ruh-ed," I repeated, speaking slowly and enunciating the word. "You took me here, you bought all this stuff we haven't discussed, that I presume you think you're going to use on me, but you haven't said a word to me about any of it and you're refusing to answer a simple question, so, red. I refuse to submit to anything, even stuff I've previously agreed to, unless you communicate with me. That's not how this stuff works."

Cas stared at me for a full minute, his mouth open, jaw practically on the floor before he closed it with a snap and nodded. "Fair enough." But that was all he said as he started the elevator and we made our way to the 4th floor and then our room.

The room was crazy with pink everywhere and lavish furniture, like a four-poster bed with a gauzy canopy, and it just looked like no hotel room I'd ever seen and certainly not one Cas would have picked out. I didn't have time to react or ponder what it meant, though, because as soon as the door closed behind us, Cas dropped the bags on the floor and stared at me.

"Are you in the lifestyle?" he demanded. "Are you a Little?"

His expression was odd, half-angry, half-hopeful as he stared at me waiting for an answer.

My throat constricted. My hands got clammy. My legs felt like Jello. I scuffed my foot against the carpeted floor and refused to look at him. "I… uhm… no? I mean… I could be…? A Little? Like … sometimes… not all the time. And I'm not because I don't have a… Daddy or anything… but I've read some books."

"Ah. Okay. That explains it."

Did it though? If anything, I felt more confused, and he still hadn't answered my question.

"I am," Cas said, interrupting my thoughts. "In the lifestyle, I mean. I'm a Daddy, and though my life has been too… complicated to have a full-time babygirl of my own, I'm no stranger to how to take care of one."

I swallowed hard. My throat felt like sandpaper. "Okay…"

"This is a lifestyle resort. For Littles and their Bigs specifically. It's new, but I've always wanted to visit and it seemed like a good place to set the tone for the rest of the trip, but I might have gone a bit overboard. I realize that now."

"No, I… uh… I'm okay. I just wanted you to communicate with me."

"And you were right to demand that. I was letting my anger get the best of me and not explaining because I was afraid to. It was wrong and I wasn't acting very Daddy-like."

"Okay." Seriously, what was I supposed to say? The whole morning felt surreal, like I was either still drunk or still asleep.

Luckily, Cas seemed happy to carry the conversation. "I brought you here, because, well, there's a lot of reasons, a main one being that I could punish you without worrying about another hotel guest calling the cops, but also because I think I've always seen a Little in you, and god knows I've long thought you needed a spanking and a Daddy's TLC."

"Yeah." I got choked up thinking of my childhood cut short by grief.

"But you're right. You only agreed to what you agreed to and we have to keep things… a certain way between us because eventually we'll both have to go home. We both care about your brother a great deal and I couldn't stand him being upset with anything we did."

"I don't… I don't care." I stepped forward and lifted my chin. "Jared isn't here. He ditched me and recruited you as a replacement. He doesn't need or deserve a play-by-play of everything we do."

"What… What happens when we get home? If we go as far as we want to… what happens when we get home?" It was his turn to look nervous and sound unsure, and I kind of loved that I wasn't alone in my hesitation.

"We just… go back to normal, I guess." I wasn't actually sure it would be possible, but I wasn't about to let the what ifs keep me from the experience Cas wanted to give me. That and I certainly didn't want to turn around and head home just when things were getting good.

Luckily, Cas nodded. "Right. Back to normal." He didn't look convinced, but he looked down at the bags and up at me. "Would you like to hear how this would work if you were my babygirl?"

Instead of answering right away, I walked up to him and dug through the bags at his feet until I found the item I was looking for. I held the ‘Daddy' t-shirt out to him.

He looked from it to me and back to it, before chucking the shirt he was wearing over his head and donning that one instead.

I took a step back. "Yes, please, Daddy. Tell me. How would it go if I was your babygirl? Would you use…" I swallowed, suddenly unable to speak, and waved my hand at the bags. "All your purchases?"

"Yes, and no," Cas answered easily, his confidence coming back. "Most of the time you'd be more of a babygirl than a Little, I imagine. And I'm fine with that. You strike me as more of a Middle, and that makes sense because that's when…" He trailed off.

I sucked in a breath. I knew what he meant. He didn't have to say it.

He didn't. "The very Little stuff is for when you need it. Some babygirls need a little extra care after a punishment, and sometimes, forced Little space is the punishment. If you're naughty for me again like you were last night, I might decide you need to be a baby the next day."

"I can't… I can't wear that stuff out in public. The clothes. Not where people could see it. That would be a limit." I was proud of myself for voicing a limit and hoped Cas would feel the same way.

He seemed to. "That's fine, babygirl, but when we're in the privacy of our hotel room, you'll do and wear what I say. Do you understand?"

Appeased, I nodded. "Yes, Daddy." Calling him Daddy felt natural and I wondered how long I'd thought of him that way.

"So, since we are now in the privacy of our room, it's time for your punishment. Before we continue, do you have any other issues with any of the items I bought? Speak now or forever hold your peace." He grinned. "I'm kidding. You are allowed to change your mind and your limits at any time. And if you ever… explore this with anyone else… don't let anyone tell you you're not."

I nodded though the thought of doing this was anyone but Cas made me feel nauseous. "I'm okay with them… for now. I'm nervous about a few of them."

"Okay. Just know we might not use all of them anyway, but you're always allowed to say no once the time comes."

I nodded. "Thank you, Daddy." I just wanted him to get the punishment over with so I could stop wondering.

As if he read my mind or maybe just felt the same way, Cas lifted the bags and carried them to the table. He dug around until he'd extracted the schoolgirl outfit, stockings, and Mary Janes. "G put this on. No panties. When you're dressed, go stand in that corner by the loveseat, hands behind your back, and your punishment will begin."

I took the offered items and ran like a chicken with my head cut off around the suite until I found the bathroom. As I'd suspected, my yoga pants were visibly soaked. I quickly pulled on the skirt and shirt, rolled the stockings up my legs and over my thighs and stopped to admire myself in the mirror. I looked… sexy. And very naughty. Like I definitely deserved a good spanking. I wondered if seeing me in this outfit would turn Cas on the way his Daddy persona was turning me on.

I needed to stop thinking like that. Cas had given no indication that this was anything but platonic and platonic Daddy/babygirl relationships were a thing. The lifestyle didn't have to be inherently sexual. Even I knew that. But it did turn me on. I had a feeling that Cas felt the same way.

"Polly!" Cas called from the other room. "C'mon babygirl. We don't got all day!" My cheeks flamed, and I hurried out of the room. I couldn't look at him as I walked past and quickly arranged myself in the corner according to his instructions. My pussy was dripping, and I squeezed my thighs tightly together so I wouldn't leave a wet spot on the floor.

"Okay." Cas took a seat on the loveseat beside me. "Now, babygirl, I want you to walk me through your day yesterday, starting with the second you walked out the door. I'm gonna let you talk, but I may ask yes or no questions. If I do, the correct answers are ‘yes, Daddy' and ‘no, Daddy'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Okay. Please begin."

My cheeks were hot. I flushed with shame at the memory of my actions. It was going to be hard to repeat them out loud, but knowing Cas, that was probably the point. "I left the room and turned off my phone," I whispered, already blinking back tears.

I heard Cas suck in a breath but he didn't say anything, so I continued.

"I turned it back on almost immediately. But I also got a drink as soon as I got to the lobby. One of the big slushy ones in a souvenir cup, and I didn't eat. I also didn't drink any of my water. I did go to the spa, and I went shopping, but I bought the skimpiest dress I could find. Not because I liked it, but because I knew you wouldn't." Hot tears tracked down my face and I shifted from foot to foot.

"Stay still, babygirl," Cas ordered. "How often were you supposed to call or text me to check in?"

"Every hour or two."

"You didn't call or text even once. In more than fifteen hours."

"I know. I'm sorry." My hands came around from behind my back to wipe my eyes.

Cas stood, and before I knew what was happening, he'd lifted my skirt and delivered two hard smacks to my bare bottom. "Stay in position."

I quickly locked my hands behind my back, my bottom stinging. "When it was time to meet you for dinner, I went to the casino instead. I gambled for a little while, not much, but long enough to get two free drinks. When they were finished, I went to a bar, and met this group of girls who were going to the nightclub. They were with a wedding party, but the guy I left with, he wasn't the groom. The groom was a redhead with a heavy Irish accent."

"Good to know," Cas hummed. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"They invited me to do shots with them, and I did. Way too many. It gets kind of blurry after that." Tears pricked my eyelids again. "It was stupid, and it wasn't a good birthday. I should have been with you instead of strangers. I'm sorry, Cas."

Suddenly his hands were on my shoulders, turning me and pulling me against his chest. "I'm sorry too, babygirl. And very disappointed. You've got quite the punishment coming. I don't think I can go easy on you hearing all that."

I shook my head vehemently against his chest. "I don't want you to," I sobbed. "I feel awful and I'll submit to whatever you want to do to me. I just need you to forgive me, and I need to stop feeling like such a loser idiot."

"Well, I don't want you talking about yourself like that, but I do know what you mean. Guilt is a powerful emotion."

He sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, wiping my tears with the pad of his thumbs. "How do you feel about enemas, babygirl? Be honest."

Terrified. Intrigued. Embarrassed. A little turned on. Which answer did I go with? I shook my head and shrugged. "I-if that's what you think I deserve…"

"It's where I would start if you were mine because the behavior you displayed was willfully defiant."

"O-okay," I stuttered. "I'm sorry."

To my fascinated mortification, I allowed Cas to lead me into the bathroom to give me an enema. I couldn't believe I'd caved so quickly. Was it guilt? Morbid curiosity? Some insane desire to know how far Cas would take this, and what it would feel like?

When we got into the bathroom, Cas laid a towel over the fluffy bathroom rug in the center of the floor, and picked up an enema kit on the counter. When had it gotten there? I hadn't been paying attention. I eyed it warily, half afraid he was going to hand it to me and tell me to take care of it myself. The Daddies in my books never did that, but this wasn't a book, and Cas wasn't my Daddy.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, wondering if it was too late to back out, wondering if he'd think less of me if I used my safeword and why in the hell I'd agreed to this in the first place.

Then Cas knelt down, patted the towel, and said, "Take off your panties and lay down, baby girl," and I felt like I couldn't breathe. His sexy green eyes were trained on me, full of firmness and a smidge of compassion, and I fucking melted into a pool of obedient submissive goo.

I locked my eyes on his and slowly reached underneath the short-as-fuck plaid shirt he'd purchased for me downstairs, hooked my fingers in the waistband of my lacy thong and slipped it down my legs, stepping out of it when the lace touched the floor. I was rewarded for my obedience when Cas' eyes darkened and his Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't look away though.

It was weird to lay on the floor, and I wasn't sure what position to be in, so I laid on my back and trusted Cas to guide me.

He did, lifting my skirt so the fabric fanned out around me. "Roll onto your side, baby girl."

I did as he said, tears pricking my eyelids as he manhandled my legs, gently forcing them into the correct position. "Okay, baby girl. You're doing so good. I just need you to be a good girl for a tiny bit longer, okay?"

I sucked in a breath, nodding jerkily. I was scared. Much more so than I was of a spanking, or anything else Cas could dream up to do to me. But I pressed on, because in so many ways, I knew I deserved this. Cas may drive me crazy, may have always driven me crazy, but he'd also always been there for me, and I had treated him like shit last night.

"Okay, you're going to feel a little pinch, then a warmth, and then your tummy is going to feel really full and maybe a little crampy. I need you to hold on for a minute and don't move until Daddy gives you permission, okay?"

I managed a nod because it was all I was capable of as Cas parted my cheeks and pushed the tip of the nozzle past my tight hole. I held my breath, and a moment later, I felt a whoosh of warm water filling up my insides. Just like Cas had said would happen, my stomach began to ache.

"Owwwieee," I whimpered, praying he would let me up.

He didn't and out of pure instinct, I stuck my thumb in my mouth, something I hadn't done since I was a child, not even through the trauma of my parent's deaths. If Cas noticed, he didn't say anything. Instead, he squeezed my free hand and smiled at me encouragingly. "You're doing so good, baby girl."

"It hurrrtssss," I whined.

"I know it does. I know it doesn't feel good, just like Daddy didn't feel good when you ran off last night and he didn't know where you were."

His words were like a knife twisting in my gut, and I swallowed hard to choke back tears.

"Yesss, Daddy," I hissed. "I'm sorry.."

"I know, baby."

A sharp pain wracked through me and I doubled over in pain. Cas scooped me up and set me on the toilet. Under any normal circumstances, I would have held it until he left the room, or at least turned away, but these were not normal circumstances and to my utter shame and humiliation, I had absolutely no control over what happened next as my insides seemed to explode out my bottom.

I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, both from the enema and the shame of my previous actions, but Cas… Cas was great.

He acted like everything happening was completely normal, and maybe to him it was. He held my hand and told me how proud he was of me, which blew my mind. Like… proud for what reason?

For shitting my brains out? Whatever, I didn't question it.

When my bowels were well and truly emptied, and Cas had cleaned me up, there was a level of freedom in knowing he'd already seen the worst of me, the most mortifying things I could think of. It made the promised butt plug and bare bottom spanking seem like a walk in the park.

Right up until that moment when I was in position across Daddy Cas' lap with my skirt flipped up, and the first swat of the hairbrush hit my bottom.

"What the hell?" I cried, twisting my entire body in an attempt to escape the pain.

Cas just held me in place. I caught a glimpse of his expression, but he was stone-faced, unblinking.

"It's supposed to hurt. It's a punishment. And it's going to be a very long and painful one, so you best settle in, babygirl." He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the middle of my back, holding both of my wrists with only one hand. Then he scissored his legs so that mine were caught between them, and tugged my body closer to his waist. "You have to stay in position, babygirl, or you're gonna get hurt. And not from the spanking. Now, you can cry and scream if you need to, and you do know how to use a safeword, we've established that, but this is a punishment, and it's going to be hard to take."

"Yes, Daddy," I wailed, already crying and the spanking hadn't even really started.

Cas brought the hairbrush down across my bottom half a dozen more times and each swat elicited a louder wail from me. It hurt like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I wanted to jump off his lap and run away. But also I was so grateful he wasn't letting me, because there was a part of me that recognized how badly I needed this. I needed to be punished for my actions and more than that, I needed to know there was someone who cared what I did and how I acted, whether or not I was drinking enough water or eating properly, and if I was being safe. I hadn't had that, not really, for a very long time.

And it felt good. Good enough to force myself to lie still and take every whack of the evil hairbrush across my already throbbing bottom.

For a while there were only two sounds in the room. The thud of the brush, and my cries.

And then just when I'd let both things lull me into a false sense of security, Cas started to speak.

"You have been a very naughty girl. I tried to show you a good time, a very special birthday, to start our road trip off on a high note and you blew me off to party with strangers. You ignored all my rules and did what you wanted. And the worst you're going to have to show for it is a very sore bottom and a hangover, but it could have been much worse. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Daddy. I won't drink again on the trip except with you."

"Oh I know you won't," Cas responded quickly. "You're grounded from alcohol until further notice. You take so much as a sip and I will make it so you can't sit down, do you hear me?"

I gasped. "I've never been grounded from anything."

"And that's probably where Jared and I went wrong," Cas acknowledged. "We tried so hard to not step into your parents' shoes, you really didn't have much discipline. Of course you weren't a bad kid regardless, but there were a few times we should have put you in your place." He cleared his throat. "That's what I'm doing now, babygirl. Putting you in your place. And currently that place is over my knee getting your backside walloped."

"Yes, Daddy."

He paused and rubbed a hand over my throbbing globes. "Crap," he swore. "I forgot the plug."

I tensed when his thick finger massaged my tight back hole. Nothing had ever gone in there before, but his finger did.

"Naughty babygirls get their bottoms punished inside and out," he scolded, pumping his finger inside me.

I gasped and pushed my thighs apart. It was so naughty… so humiliating. Why did it feel so good?

"If you were mine, when I was done spanking your naughty bottom cherry red, I'd take the plug out and replace it with my cock," Cas said gruffly. His voice had an odd tone I hadn't heard before, like he was removed from reality and didn't quite know what he was saying… or who he was saying it to.

And god… the things he was saying.

"I'd fuck your ass so hard, until you were crying and begging me to stop, promising to be a good girl forever."

I wanted it. I wanted it badly, but I wasn't stupid enough to think Cas would cross that line with me, so I resolved to replay this moment later, in the privacy of my own room and wondered if I could sneak the vibrator when he was asleep.

He pulled his finger out abruptly and I actually felt bereft at the loss. I felt him moving and there was a popping sound followed by a squirt, then cold liquid dripped onto my back hole. Lube. At least he wasn't plugging me dry, though he probably could have.

The plug was much different than his finger though and I was worried. As the tip pushed against my hole, I felt myself stretching and cried out. It didn't hurt per se, and it wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but there was a dirty shamefulness to it and to the fact that I liked it. I liked what Cas was doing to me. For a hot minute, I even considered what I could do to get in trouble like this again.

That thought went right the fuck away when the plug popped past my entrance, filling me completely with a pleasant pain, and Cas picked up the brush again.

It had been minutes since he'd spanked me and apparently just enough time had passed to refresh the burn and allow the numbness to wear off.

"Owwww!" I cried, when the hairbrush caught the fleshiest part of my ass. "Daaddy, stop! I'm done! I'm all done!"

Cas just chuckled and laid down another half dozen swats. "Babygirl, you're not done until I say you're done, and we're not even close. Do you hear me?"

I cried, because what else could I do? I felt helpless and also… kind of relieved. There was something wonderfully freeing and comforting about not being in control, even if it meant Daddy spanked me until my ass fell off.

For a while it felt like that was exactly his plan. He'd spank, then lecture, then spank some more, and the feelings his lecture brought… It was so much more than just a release from the guilt of last night. It was like Cas was healing my inner child, allowing her to grieve, allowing her to come out from where she'd been hiding, to really feel and mourn all that she'd lost. It was exhilarating, and liberating and exhausting. I cried until I could barely breathe. Half the time I was barely aware of the fact that Cas was still spanking me.

Finally, he stopped and rubbed my aching bottom. His cool hands felt good against my scorched skin, roughened from the wooden hairbrush. "You're doing so good, babygirl. Daddy is so proud of you. We're almost done."

"Almost?" I broke then. I wanted to be done now. I wanted Cas to hold me and call me his good babygirl. I wanted to cry in his arms and promise to never be so naughty again. I wanted all that and so much more.

"Yes, babygirl." Cas sighed, and stroked the untouched skin between my bottom and my thighs. "I haven't even touched your sit spots yet. That's where you'll really feel it. Not just while it's happening, but tonight and tomorrow too."

"I don't want to really feel it," I cried pitifully. But I was lying. I did want to feel it. I wanted to know what it felt like to be spanked into submission. I wanted to be Cas' good babygirl and that meant taking the whole punishment, the way he intended to give it.

Not that he gave me a choice anyway. He rubbed my bottom for another minute and then stroked my hair, telling me what a good girl I was being, and then, without warning, he brought the brush down hard across my sit spots. I screamed. It hurt worse there than on my ass and I sobbed anew, but somehow they were cleansing tears.

"Cas," I cried through the shattering sobs. "Daddy, I'm sorry!"

"I know you are, babygirl. I know you are.'' He didn't stop though and brought the brush down a dozen more times as I cried. When he paused and I shuddered a sigh of relief thinking he was done, he said "Not done yet, babygirl. Ten more and I want you to think about how you want the rest of this road trip to go."

All I could think about was the possibility of Cas' cock in my mouth… my ass… my pussy. That was how I wanted the rest of the trip to go, and I was willing to do anything to make it happen.