Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Cas
This was dangerous. I'd known that going in, but I'd lied to myself. I'd told myself I could punish Polly, have her juices wetting the fabric of my jeans, my erection pressing into her belly, her ass pinkening under my ministrations and somehow keep it platonic. That went out the window with her tearful confession, her whispered apologies and her sweet trembles as she mewled from the pain of her punishment. When I'd pushed the plug into her ass and she'd taken it so willingly, I couldn't help but voice the fantasies of how much farther this would go if she were mine. The crazy part was, she didn't even seem scared off by it.
And she took her spanking like such a good girl. When it was over, when she was beyond well and truly punished, I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. She tucked in, clawing like she couldn't get close enough. Gathering handfuls of my shirt into her fists, she cried into the fabric.
I stroked her hair, shifting so that her scorched ass fell between my thighs. "You did good, babygirl, I'm so proud of you."
"Cas… Daddy?" she whimpered, pulling back to look up at me.
I took her face in my hands and wiped her tears with my thumbs. "Yes, babygirl?"
"I feel… everything."
"Everything, babygirl?" I questioned, not knowing what she meant.
"Yeah." She sighed and shifted in my arms, curling against me. "Sore. Sorry. Embarrassed. Thankful. Little. Big. Happy… horny."
"Ah." I cleared my throat and shifted to disguise my own horniness. "That's normal. But… uh… I think it's better if we leave that to ah… our own devices."
She pouted. "Fine. Then can I use the vibrator at least?"
"No." I booped her nose.
"Ugh. No fair. Why did you buy it then anyway?"
"Temporary insanity?" I'd bought a lot of things I probably wouldn't use. I'd been so upset with Polly, I'd momentarily forgotten who she was to me. Who she was to my best friend.
There was a part of me that almost didn't care. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. It was the opposite of my feelings within the dynamic of a DDLG relationship, but in the context of giving into my feelings for my best friend's little sister… it might just win out.
I couldn't let that happen. Clearing my throat, I helped Polly off my lap. I needed to tell her to clean up, to get changed, to give some sort of clue or instruction as to what happened next, but what I said instead was, "If you were my little girl, do you know what I'd say about you wanting to use a vibrator after a punishment?"
Polly tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes glinting with mischief. "No coming without permission, babygirl. Your orgasms belong to me?"
If I'd had a drink, I'd have choked on it. "No," I answered with a strangled laugh. "But now I must get my hands on these books you've been reading." I shook my head. "I would say ‘no pleasure after a punishment'."
Polly wrinkled her nose. "Oh, that. Yeah, that's in my books too. It's just not as fun."
"No, certainly not." I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice. I waited a beat for it to pass, then said, "Besides an orgasm, is there anything you need, babygirl?"
Polly sighed deeply. "I'd say a stiff drink, but that's not going to happen either."
"No, it's not."
"Then maybe… food? Like a big greasy burger and a chocolate shake?"
"I'm sure that can be arranged. Do you want me to order up or do you want to venture out?"
"Ugh!" she protested loudly. "That's such a tough decision."
"Oh? Is it?" I chuckled. "How come?"
"Because," she huffed, her tone exasperated as if the answer was obvious. "I really want to see more of this place now that I know what it is, but I kinda also don't wanna move."
"Ah, I see. How about this: I order up and we chill and maybe even take a nap, and then later if we're feeling up to it, we can go downstairs and do a little bit of exploring."
She gnawed her lower lip as she considered her answer. "In. And… could you just hold me until it gets here?" She sighed and leaned against my chest again. "Okay, that sounds nice. But Daddy…." Her fingers walked up my chest. "Are you sure I can't use the vibrator?"
The truth was, I kind of wanted some alone time in the shower myself, so I understood the angst. I also knew I had no right to dictate her orgasms. Ours wasn't that kind of arrangement.
But also, I wanted her to feel her throbbing butt and the consequences of her actions and I kinda didn't want her out of my sight. I didn't really know what to do with that.
I should have told her it was up to her, that I couldn't stop her, that we didn't have that kind of relationship.
That wasn't what came out of my mouth. What I said instead was, "Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you use it once we get to our next stop."
Polly
The truth was… I didn't want the vibrator and I'd never used one. What I really wanted, more than my next breath, was Cas' cock.
But… was I allowed to say that? Where was the line in this pseudo dynamic of ours?
And even if I said it, and even if he agreed… Was it wise? We lived together. With my brother. Who surely thought, since we barely tolerated each other at home, that he could send us off on a road trip together and nothing would happen. Would Jared care? I didn't really understand male friendships and their ‘rules' so the answer was a mystery to me.
What wasn't a mystery? The way I felt right now, in this moment. Like I couldn't get close enough to Cas. Like I needed him. Like I wanted him to touch me.
Did I ignore it and hope it would pass? Did I make a move? Did I voice my confusion? What would Savannah do? She wasn't here for me to ask, so I did the only thing that felt right.
I kissed him. I just laid my lips on his and fucking went for it.
To my horror, Cas pulled away instantly, shock evident on his features.
But just when I was about to jump up and run from the room, he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me back. When I kissed him, it was gentle, tentative, sweet. When he kissed me, it was hard, unyielding, claiming. He pushed my lips open with his tongue and explored my mouth. The kiss deepened and his fingers moved from my cheeks to my hair. When it finally ended, we were both panting.
Cas laid his forehead against mine as our chest heaved in synchronicity. "Polly," he panted. "We shouldn't do this."
I found his hypocrisy jarring. "We shouldn't have done any of it," I countered. "You had your finger in my ass, Cas. Now you're gonna get prude about your tongue in my mouth?"
He winced. "I know. It makes no sense, but… Jared."
Fucking bro codes, I swear. This one was going to be the death of me.
"Jared isn't here, and what he doesn't know can't hurt him."
"I get that, Polly, I do, but what about the after? If we start something, will we be able to just turn it off once we're home? I don't think I will."
I shrugged. I didn't want to think about the after. And maybe I was stubbornly naive to think we could just go back to normal, but I did. "If that's what we have to do, that's what we do."
He shook his head. "I don't know."
But he wanted to give in. I could see it in his eyes.
I had to give him an out and hope it didn't blow up in my face. "It's not really fair to claim me as your babygirl for this trip, but only have that apply when it comes to rules and punishments." I pouted, running my fingers through his hair. "What if I want the whole experience?"
His exhale was ragged, his groan feral. "Babygirl, you don't know what you're asking. You really have no idea."
"Maybe not," I agreed, locking my gaze on his. "But maybe I don't care. I think…" I trailed my fingertips softly across his bottom lip, and then his cheekbones. "I think… if I get wrecked, if I get my heart broken, it will be worth it. For the memories. For the experience."
"God." He moaned. In an instant, his fingers were threaded through my hair and he was pulling me to him. "This is a really bad idea."
That was the last thing he said before his lips closed over mine.