Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Cas

Her ass was still too tore up to spank, but that was fine, I had different plans. I kept my gaze locked on hers as I took the pajamas from her and slowly undid the snaps that went halfway down the front.

Kneeling as I held them open in front of her, I helped her into them, legs first. I pulled the fabric up over her hips and torso, and worked her arms through the openings before slowly closing each snap. I left a few of the top ones open to give me a view of her ample cleavage.

"Is that better?" she asked, giving a little shimmy.

"Almost." I grabbed her hand and whirled her around until she was facing away from me, and with one deft flick of my fingers, undid the drop bottom, exposing her ass. "That's better."

"Is it?" She turned and her eyes met mine. "Is there a reason my bottom needs to be hanging out?"

"There might be. You're very naughty."

She nodded solemnly. "I am. And very horny. And even very sleepy. I might need something to suck on."

"Oh." I blinked. This had taken a different direction than I expected, but I stalked across the room and found the bag of purchases I'd made in Vegas, pulling out a package of pacifiers. "Here," I offered, feeling confused.

She rolled her eyes and pushed my hand away, furthering my confusion. "No, Daddy. That's not what I meant."

She reached down then and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my shorts. "I want a different kind of pacifier tonight."

"Oh." Finally catching her intention, I groaned. "You're very naughty."

"I know. What are you going to do about it?"

"This." I bent to scoop my arms around her knees and lifted her bridal style, stumbling the few feet to one of the beds. When I placed her on the mattress, she stared up at me, and I realized how badly I needed a shower. But my little girl needed a Daddy. Fuck.

Grabbing the Vegas bag again, I rummaged through and pulled out the smaller butt plug, holding it aloft victoriously. Her face fell.

"Daddy needs a shower," I explained. "And since you didn't do what you were told, I'm going to plug your naughty bottom while you wait for me."

I saw the relief wash over her face in waves. "Okay, Daddy." It was funny how just framing something differently changed her reaction.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I patted my lap and helped her into position. The plug, with the help of a squeeze of lube slid in easily, but she whimpered and pushed against the pressure.

"Let it in, babygirl. The sooner it's in, the sooner Daddy can shower, and when I'm all nice and clean you can suck on my cock."

She exhaled deeply and I seated it between her mottled cheeks.

"You lay on the bed and wait for Daddy like a good girl."

My shower was short, a fifteen-minute rinse-off, soap-up, rinse-off in which I fought between wanting to get myself off and getting in my head.

Somehow I managed not to do either, but when I stepped back into the main room, Polly hadn't had the same self-control.

The front of her pajamas were all the way open and her hand was between her legs. She was moaning loudly, and before she saw me, her back arched and she cried out. "Oh god, oh Daddy! Yes!"

Fuck. She was mid-orgasm, and while it was in fact the hottest thing I'd ever seen, it also bolstered my inner Daddy in a way that nothing else had. Stomping across the floor, I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me, little girl, what do you think you're doing?"

Her eyes flew open, and she looked up at me in alarm, her hand still between her legs. Her throat contracted as she gulped. "Uhmmm… waiting for you?"

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"Uhmmm…" She gulped again and withdrew her hand. "To be fair… you didn't say I couldn't."

She had me there, but I wasn't in a mood to be reasonable. And I wasn't sure Polly wanted me to be. "You know how this Daddy thing works, babygirl. You told me."

"I was horny," she whined.

"So is Daddy. And he waited for you."

This was more, I realized, than roleplay or an excuse to get really into Daddy mode. This was real. "From now on, your orgasms belong to me."

"I… oh…"

"You do not touch that pretty little pussy without my permission. Now tell me why I should even think about letting you come tonight with how naughty you've been."

She blinked furiously. "Because… please Daddy? Please, please, please. I want… I want your cock. And… I want to come. I need it. My pussy is so wet."

Fuck. Her sweet pout and the pretty pleas falling from her lips about broke me. I wanted to feel her wet pussy. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to be in her, but she was naughty, and I couldn't set a precedent that she could just be sexy as fuck and get her way. I knew Polly well enough to know that starting things off that way would be asking for trouble.

So I shook my head. "Naughty girl. I thought you wanted something to suck on."

She giggled. "Well, I did, but now maybe I want to be the one getting sucked."

"That's too bad." I knelt on the bed, scooting her body to the center, and straddling her. When my groin brushed up against her pussy, she grinned. When I continued scooting up her body, my cock brushed against her belly, then the skin between her breasts, she blinked, and puffed out her lower lip in disappointment. When I grabbed my length and poised its tip against her pretty lips, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in surprise, just enough for me to push my way in.

"Naughty little girls get their pretty little faces fucked," I told her. "Open wide, princess."

Polly

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Have you ever really wanted something, then realized it was much more than you bargained for? That's how I felt the minute Cas pushed his cockhead into my mouth and told me he was going to fuck my pretty little face.

It was hot as hell, something straight off the pages of one of my dirtier books, but also suddenly shit was real.

And sure, maybe it had been real before, when he was making rules and spanking my ass raw, but now it felt extra real. Face-fucked. I'd read about it, sure, but I'd never had it happen. I'd barely given a blow job.

And now, my lips were pressed against Cas' thick cock as he gyrated his hips over my face, slowly teasing me. So far, so good, but I wasn't stupid. He hadn't even really begun. What if I sucked at it? What if I cried or gagged or threw up? What if I couldn't make him feel good and he decided I wasn't worth the trouble? I'd die. I vowed right then and there to take whatever he gave with a smile on my face and do the best I could to please him.

But my eyes were already filling with tears.

Cas frowned, one hand on his cock, and one on the headboard as he leaned over. "You okay, babygirl?"

His sweetness made the panic worse. Forcing a smile, I nodded, with his cock still hanging from my lips.

Cas remained oblivious to my distress and took me at my word.

"Good. God, your mouth is so sexy. I love the picture you make with my cock stuffed in it." He leaned forward, pushing himself farther in, and I worked on my breathing.

"Good girl." He gently grazed his fingertips over my jawline. "Take Daddy's cock like a good girl." He smirked. "It might be hard, since you're such a naughty girl, but do your best."

I nodded like a loon, wanting so badly to be Cas' good girl. Determined, I opened wide, and with one forward thrust, Cas stuffed my mouth full of his thick cock. I'd barely adjusted to the fullness when he thrust again, pumping himself in and out, gyrating his hips over my face as I struggled to adjust.

"Good girl, just like that. Fuck, yeah, that feels good."

Oh god. It did feel good. In the filthiest way. Knowing I was helpless to do anything but lie there while Daddy fucked my face, taking all control, was a dirty kind of delicious.

And there was something extra delicious in knowing this was punishment of sorts, punishment for playing with myself of all things. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks as Cas buried his hand in my hair, his face contorting as he moaned.

"Yes, babygirl. Just like that. Do you like it? Daddy's naughty little girl gets her face fucked, gets Daddy's cock stuffed between her naughty little lips. Are you gonna learn your lesson, babygirl? Your orgasms are mine. Your pussy is mine. Nobody, including you, touches Daddy's pretty pussy without permission. Do you understand, babygirl?"

Oh god. The demeaning and somewhat humiliating lecture made it that much hotter, and my up-close look at Cas' orgasm face filled me with a deep, raw need as he exploded in my mouth, filling me with the salty taste of his cum.

"Mmmm." I hummed around his cock as he thrust slowly, making sure to expel every last drop. The expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy, a look I knew I'd see in my dreams. When he finally pulled out, I was breathless, gasping for air, still tasting him, and wanton with need, even having just come while he was in the shower.

He readjusted, resting his soft cock between my breasts. I held my breath, willing it to harden, willing him to scootch down further, wanting to feel him inside me.

No such luck. Instead, he loomed over me with a knowing smirk. "Did Daddy's naughty girl learn her lesson?"

"Daddy," I whimpered. "Please…"

"Please what? You said you wanted to suck my cock. That's what you got."

"I want… more."

"More?" Cas shook his head, tsking softly. "Greedy girl."

I whimpered again, spreading my legs wide in invitation, all but begging him to touch me. Instead, he shimmied off the bed and sat on the edge of it, patting his lap as he beckoned me, his finger crooking into a ‘come here' gesture.

I shook my head. Over his knee was the last place I wanted to be. "Nooo," I whined.

Cas raised his eyebrow and crooked his finger again.

I stayed put.

He chuckled. "Oh, little girl. You do not want to make this worse for yourself. Right now, Daddy still plans to make you feel good tonight, but if you don't do what you're told, I will change my mind."

That was all it took. With a sudden burst of energy, I catapulted myself across the bed and plopped my body face first over his knees.

His response was a soft laugh. "That's what I thought, babygirl. That's what I thought."

I breathed deep as his fingers traced over the still-tender skin of my spanked bottom. He'd said there were marks, but I'd forgotten to look. Would he spank me again? I couldn't decide if I wanted him to or not. With my pussy aching, any kind of touch, pleasure or pain, sounded like heaven right now.

He found the base of the plug he'd nestled between my cheeks, and twisted it gently, his smooth voice raising goosebumps on my skin. "This was supposed to remind you to behave."

"Oops," I whispered. "Sorry." If anything, it'd had the opposite effect, making me hornier and contributing to my naughtiness, but I wasn't going to admit that out loud. I was pretty sure Cas wouldn't appreciate that input.

"Sorry, hmm?" he hummed. "I don't think you are, but I think you will be. Maybe a butt plug is too impersonal. Maybe you need to feel Daddy's fingers in your ass."

I gasped softly, my body instantly heating with mortification from just the words he was speaking. Before I could protest, he wrapped his fingers around the base and jerked it out with a soft tug. And then, just as he'd threatened, his finger pushed against my back entrance.

My breath hitched. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. They always did this in dirty books. On paper, Daddies claimed that naughty girls listened so much better with Daddy's finger in their ass, but that was just something they said in books, right? It was just for shock factor and fantasies. It couldn't possibly be true. It couldn't be something Daddies actually did.

Apparently, it was.

With one hand parting my cheeks, Cas pushed past my barrier until his finger was inside me, then pushed it further.

The sensation was… unnerving. His finger of course was much smaller than the plug, but something about it being attached to his body made it more personal. More… (word). More humiliating.

And suddenly, I was a melty, submissive pile of goo all over again. Ready to do anything to become Daddy's good girl as Cas' finger-fucked my bottom.

"Oh god." I moaned, gyrating my hips across his legs, loving the friction created, not caring that I was smearing my wetness across his thighs. It felt… so good.

Until it didn't. Cas delivered two sharp swats across my tender bottom along with a sharp warning. "Nuh-uh. None of that, babygirl. You don't get pleasure until Daddy says, and if you don't stop that right now, you won't get any."

I immediately stilled, my body going rigid.

Cas resumed his ministrations, working his finger in and out of my tight hole, and to my surprise, he started to lecture. Though I shouldn't have been surprised, really. That was exactly what would have happened in one of my books.

"This is real to me, babygirl. I told you I was a Daddy, but what I didn't tell you is that I don't play with just anyone, especially outside of a club environment. I know we are still figuring out what this means, and where it will go, and the ground rules I laid down were originally for the two-week period of being on the road, but I always say to begin as you intend to continue. And let me be clear, I intend to continue. You said you wanted this. You said the only way you could do it was for real."

My throat felt thick. My eyes welled with tears. "Do… you not…" I fought the fight-or-flight mode that had kicked in with his words, and he must have felt my tension because he anchored me with a hand across my lower back, holding me in place.

"I do, babygirl. I do. I'm all in. My body, my mind, my heart, everything. All in. Full Daddy mode. But it occurred to me that when you said you wanted that, you might not have realized exactly what you were signing up for. So this is your last chance. I'm telling you of my intention to make you mine and treat you as such. I will take care of you, I will pleasure you like my life depends on it, I will make sure you have everything you could possibly need. I'll make sure you're happy, healthy and safe at all times, and I would probably kill anyone who tried to hurt you."

I licked my lips, frozen by the raw devotion in his words and the vulnerability in his voice. He was right—I hadn't fully comprehended what my ultimatum would mean, and maybe I'd been being just a tiny bit bratty when I'd voiced it, but oh how I wanted it.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered thickly.

"There's a downside to all that, babygirl. It means I make rules, and I expect them to be followed. It means I require obedience, and respect. And it means I won't hesitate to punish you if you disobey or are disrespectful. You've seen what my punishments are like. Can you handle that? Do you understand that having a Daddy of your own for real isn't all rainbows and stuffies and orgasms and Disney movies?" He paused the pumping and pulled all the way out. This time, when he entered me, I was pretty sure he was using two fingers. The stretch felt odd, but the claimingness of it was something I couldn't put into words.

"I…ah….!" He scissored his digits inside me and the twinge of pain had my brain shorting out as I got used to the sensation.

"Sometimes having a Daddy means lines, or corner time, or long, hard, bare-bottom spankings. Sometimes it means having to do things you don't want to do, or not getting to do the things you want. I'm a very strict Daddy, Polly."

I believed that. And if I was being truthful, I didn't know how well I would do with strict. Panic filled my lungs. In some ways, Cas was offering me everything I'd always thought I wanted, but would I be able to handle it? What if I couldn't deal, and I pushed him too hard? What if he decided I wasn't worth the trouble?

As if Cas could read my mind, he paused, knuckle deep in my ass. "You're not sure you can handle strict, are you? Are you having second thoughts?" I could hear a twinge of pain in his voice, like he didn't want the answer to be yes.

Well, tough. "Yes." I huffed out the word in an angry puff of air. "But not because of you, or what you're saying," I quickly clarified, horrified when my voice broke. "I want what you're describing… all of it. I'm just… afraid I'll mess it up somehow."

"Ah." The relief in Cas' voice was evident. "Well, babygirl, let me assure you I'm up for the challenge, and I know you well enough to know it may be one. I knew that going in. So, you can rest easy on that front. It may be difficult for you, and you may get tired of being punished or having rules to follow, but breaking them, and me having to punish you often, is not a concern for me."

"Oh. Okay." My whole body relaxed. I hadn't realized how tense I'd been.

"So yes, I'm up for it. The question is, babygirl, are you? Because if we're doing this for real, there are more rules I expect you to follow than if we were just doing this for a two-week road trip. I expect a lot from my babygirls. Are you up for it?"

I wanted to be, but it was hard to commit when I didn't know what I was committing to. My strangled grunt voiced my frustration and Cas gave a soft laugh.

"Right. Might want to know what you're saying yes to before you say it."

"Mmmhmm." I shifted impatiently, wanting, needing to feel him, but all he gave me was another pump of his fingers into my ass.

"Honesty. I expect you to be truthful with me at all times. Lying to Daddy is not acceptable and will be punished harshly with a bare-bottom spanking and a mouthful of soap."

Oh god. I swallowed thickly. This was straight out of the pages of one of my books, except it wasn't. It was my real life. And a mouth soaping scene might be hot to read, but I was pretty sure the reality wouldn't measure up.

"Do you understand, babygirl?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good. Another thing, that will apply more when we are home is a strict bedtime. My Little girl will not be staying up all night and sleeping past noon. Bedtime is 10 pm on weekdays."

My mouth dropped open. I hadn't had a bedtime since I was ten. But he was right, I often went to sleep right as the sun was rising and slept the day away, no matter how much I promised myself I wasn't going to do that. Having a bedtime was going to suck, but maybe having rules and a Daddy to keep me accountable was exactly what I'd been missing. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." His appreciative tone combined with the way he kept finger-fucking my ass as he spoke had my legs parting wide, my pussy needy for him. I'd never felt like I did right now, and I couldn't have explained it if I tried.

"Is that all?" I whined, wiggling on his lap even though he'd already told me not to. I was chastened with two solid smacks to my sit spots that had me slamming my thighs together and rearing up as if I could get away from the pain.

"Not quite, little one. Another thing I do not accept from my babygirls is attitude. Disrespect, name calling, foot stomping… door slamming. All of those are a quick path to a hot bottom."

"I… I'm not gonna do very good at that one," I admitted softly, hating that about myself and silently vowing to be better.

"Yeah, you'll probably have a permanent hot bottom for a while," Cas agreed jovially. "Especially with this next rule."

Crap.

"What's the next rule?" I whined.

"No cussing."

I blinked. I hadn't been expecting that. Like at all. "Like no… f word?"

"Like no cuss words of any kind. Daddy's babygirl is not allowed to cuss."

Well, shit. This one rule might be the one that broke me. I cussed… a lot. It had started as a rebellion thing after my parents died and I just never stopped. Jared had never cared enough to say anything. Cas had, though. My cheeks flushed as I remembered all the times he'd told me to watch my mouth growing up. After I turned eighteen and it became clear I wasn't going to stop, his protests had turned to eyerolls and soft sighs.

"Struggling with that one, aren't you, babygirl?"

"Nope," I answered with far too much cheer in my voice.

Cas wasn't buying it. "Well, those are my rules, effective immediately. I may choose to add more once we're back home, but that's it for now." Cas withdrew his finger and pulled me into a sitting position in his lap. "Think you can manage, babygirl?"

I wasn't. Not really. Wincing and trying to keep the worry off my face, I answered. "Not really. Some of those things are gonna be really hard."

"Yeah, they will be. But don't worry, Daddy's got you."

"You're sure you wont get sick of me?"

Cas grinned and pressed his forehead against mine. "It's more likely that you'll get sick of me."