Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Wearing a plug for a few hours at home here and there was bad enough. Wearing a plug for hours on end while making nice with her boyfriend’s family was absolute torture.

Every time she got to a point where she’d all but forgotten it was there, she would shift in her seat or accidentally clench her muscles or do something that would remind her, very uncomfortably, that she had a large hunk of metal lodged in her ass.

Worse, every time that happened, Ian seemed to know. She wasn’t sure how, because she’d deliberately kept her expressions as neutral as possible. And still, each time she would glance over to find Ian watching her with that stupid smug smile on his face.

By the time he cornered her in the kitchen, backing her up against a countertop and pinning her there with his hands on either side of her and a wicked grin curving his lips, she was ready to combust. Or punch him in the face. She wasn’t sure which.

“Do you know how hard it is,” he murmured, his lips brushing over the curve of her jaw as he leaned in, “watching you, knowing your pretty little bottom is all full and plugged and just waiting to be stretched by my cock?”

“Oh?” The word came out breathless and needy, not at all the breezy, carefree response she’d been going for.

“Mmhmm. All I’ve been able to think about all day is taking you home and bending you over our bed and finally claiming that sweet little ass of yours.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

“Patience, Tayter Tot. Good things come to Little girls who wait.”

“I don’t know how to be patient. I’m just a baby.”

The low rumble of his laughter met her ears. “A very naughty baby, it seems. Do you know what happens to naughty babies who can’t wait their turn?”

“What?”

“They get put over Daddy’s knee for a long, hard spanking. And when their bottoms are nice and hot and red, they get to take Daddy’s cock inside their burning bottoms, but they aren’t allowed to come. At all.”

“That’s so mean!”

“You love it when I’m mean.”

She wanted to argue. But not only would it be dishonest, something told her he needed the truth from her just then. Needed her to tell him exactly how much she enjoyed this harsh, devious side of him as much as she loved the caring, doting Daddy side of him.

A quick glance around told her they were alone, at least for now. Grabbing his hand, she guided it under her skirt, between her thighs to the soaked gusset of her panties. “I do love it when you’re mean,” she confessed softly as his fingers pressed against the damp fabric between her legs. “This is what you do to me, Daddy. Only you. And I never want you to stop.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

Grinning down at her, he pushed her panties to the side, his fingers slipping inside her waiting heat. “How quiet can you be?”

“ Ian .”

“Shhh, baby. You don’t want anyone to interrupt us, now do you?”

That was the last thing she wanted. Not because she cared if they got caught, but because she thought she might die if he didn’t make her come right then and there.

“My filthy little girl,” he whispered against her lips as his fingers pumped in and out of her in a frenzy. “Letting her Daddy finger-fuck her up against his mama’s pretty new countertops because she can’t wait just another hour or so for her Daddy’s cock. Is my naughty baby going to come all over Daddy’s hand?”

She couldn’t have stopped herself if her life had depended on it. Not with those clever fingers working her into a frenzy and his filthy words driving her over the edge.

He captured her lips with his just as the orgasm slammed into her, swallowing her cries as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. Kissing her senseless as he played her body like his own personal instrument of pleasure.

And when he pulled away, his eyes were full of a fierce need that nearly sent her soaring all over again. “I changed my mind. Fuck waiting. We’re going home.”

The ride home was even more torture than the wait at his parent’s house had been. Mostly because Ian couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. He spent the entire drive with his hand on her thigh, stroking the bare skin there so that by the time he pulled into their driveway she was hot and ready once again, despite having just gotten herself off all over his fingers.

And then they were in the house, tearing at each other’s clothes like they were brand new again, the fire between them burning hotter than she could ever remember it.

When she skimmed her teeth over his neck, he let out a strained laugh. “Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to wait until I can get inside your ass.”

“But Daddy, I’ve waited so long.”

“I know, baby. And you’ve been such a good girl. Are you ready for your final Christmas present?’

“God, yes.”

“Upstairs.”

She turned, and he sent her running with a swat that left her ass burning as she raced up the stairs. Daddy was right behind her, need burning in his eyes as he approached her.

“Strip.”

Unwilling to risk doing anything to put her prize in jeopardy, she immediately shimmied out of her dress, tossing it blindly in the general direction of the hamper while Daddy picked up the box from that morning and bottle of lube from the dresser.

When he turned and found her standing by the bed, completely naked as instructed, his lips curved up in a smile that had her pussy throbbing even as fear slithered up her spine. It was a smile that said he was going to hurt her, and use her, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

There you are. God, I’ve missed you.

“Lie down on your tummy with your arms stretched out in front of you.”

Eager for what came next, she climbed onto the bed and got into position.

“My good little girl.” A shiver ran up her spine as his fingers trailed over the rise and fall of her backside. “Don’t move out of position or Daddy will have to punish you.”

Part of her was more than ready, despite the lingering soreness from her punishment the day before, to test him. But there was another part of her that desperately wanted to prove she could be his good girl. At least, when she really wanted to. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Breathe, baby. We’re going to take the other plug out first.”

She filled her lungs with air before slowly letting out the breath, forcing her muscles to relax around the plug. There was a slight discomfort as the widest part of the plug stretched her again when he removed it, but no pain this time.

That was still to come.

“Look at that pretty little bottom hole, just waiting to be filled with Daddy’s cock. But not quite yet.”

Heat flooded her, twin flames of arousal and humiliation burning along her skin at his words. And burning even hotter when the tip of the next plug pressed against her waiting hole.

“Shh,” he crooned when she whimpered at the pinch of pain as it stretched her. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s right here. Can you relax for me, Tayter Tot?”

“I’m trying.” The response came out as a whine, making her feel more Little than she should be feeling at the moment. And yet, here she was, teetering between Big and Little as he stretched her bottom open more than he ever had before. There was shame in that, in the feeling of something so taboo, so forbidden, but that shame only made her ache for him more.

Until, finally, the plug slid home, and her muscles closed around the slender neck. There was relief, though she was more full than she’d ever been.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Full,” she answered with a giggle. “It’s so big.”

“Not as big as your Daddy’s cock.”

Oh, god. He had a point. How much more full would she feel when it was finally him inside her, stretching her, filling her?

The thought made her ache, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from squirming, grinding her hips into the bed in search of some kind of relief.

“Naughty girl.” A sharp swat accompanied the playful scolding and she stilled. “You don’t get to come again until Daddy says so. Understood?”

“But Daddy?—”

Sinking his fingers into her carefully constructed curls, he pulled her head back. Pinpricks of pain scattered along her scalp at the movement, and a moment later he growled in her ear. “Good girls don’t argue. Good girls do as they’re told. And good girls get to come with their bottoms full of Daddy’s cock. Do you know what naughty girls get?”

“Wh-what?”

“They get their bottoms spanked hard, then fucked harder, all while they beg for Daddy to let them come. And then they go to bed with their little pussies still wet and aching for Daddy. So which are you, Taylor Grace? A good girl or a naughty girl?”

With options like that, was it even a question? “I’m a good girl, Daddy.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Because we skipped out on dessert and Daddy is starving .”

A second later, she was flipped onto her back in an effortless move that left her breathless. And then he was between her thighs, his tongue running up the seam of her pussy to her aching clit.

Mindless with need, she reached for him, sinking her fingers into his hair as she arched up beneath him. Pleasure, hot and demanding, buzzed along her nerves.

“Hands on the headboard, little girl. Don’t move them again.”

She might have argued if he hadn’t sounded so damn growly. There was no way she was testing him when he was in this mood, so she slowly returned her hands to their original position above her head, pressing her palms flat against the headboard.

Normally, he loved to shower her with pleasure. And even when he teased her, even when he made her beg for her pleasure, he never really held out on her. Not for very long, anyway. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have him withhold it from her, to keep it dangling just out of her reach while he tortured her in all the delicious ways she could imagine.

Now, however, she was wondering if this was one fantasy best kept in her head.

Pleasure and pain were one and the same as he devoured her, driving her up toward that shimmering peak before shifting his attention and yanking her back again. And no matter how she begged, how she cried, how she pleaded for mercy, there was none to be found.

By the time he stripped free of his clothing and pulled her to the edge of the bed, all she knew was need. Even the pain of being stretched wide again as he tugged the plug free of her bottom was nothing compared to the overwhelming need she had for him.

“My pretty little baby,” he crooned as he pressed the tip of his cock against her most forbidden entrance. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock in your bottom, Taylor?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, please!”

“Good girl.” Hooking his arms under her knees, he held her tight as he pushed inside her.

There was pain, but not nearly as much as she’d expected. Just a pinch and a burn as he stretched her wide, wider than either of the plugs had managed to. And even that bit of pain was lost under the waves of desire still flooding her body.

“Fuck, Taylor.” His voice was rough, gravelly with the same need she could feel coursing through her veins. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

With short, shallow thrusts, he moved inside her, each time pushing a tiny bit deeper. Until, finally, he was buried in her ass, the heat of his body pressed against her skin.

Full. She’d never felt so full . “Daddy,” she whined, her bottom clenching around him when he flexed his hips.

“Goddamn, baby,” he said with a strained laugh. “You keep that up and I’m not going to get to fuck you.”

Despite his claims otherwise, he pulled back, not pulling out of her all the way but enough for him to surge forward again. Pleasure that was also pain danced along her frayed nerves and she cried out, arching up as he filled her.

“Daddy, please . Please let me come, please.”

Now his laughter had a distinctly wicked edge to it. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to come with your pretty bottom full of Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Then show Daddy how you touch yourself while he fucks your ass. Make yourself come for me, baby.”

With that, he drew back and thrust forward again, fucking her with slow, sure strokes designed to drive her wild.

Sliding her hand down her stomach, she nearly wept at the first touch of her own fingers to her swollen clit. As her Daddy fucked her bottom for the very first time, she worked herself furiously toward the pleasure he’d been keeping just out of her reach.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growled, slamming into her with more force than before, making her cry out as pain drove her pleasure higher and higher. “Show Daddy how you make yourself come, baby. I want to feel you come while I fuck this tight little ass.”

Filthy, humiliating words that sent her flying. Pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known crashed over her, dragging a scream from her throat as he slammed into her again and again, his cock scraping along the sensitive inner walls of her bottom hole.

“Again, Taylor.”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t.”

“You can, baby. Because you’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?”

Driven by the need to please him as well as the pleasure already coiling again in her core, she sobbed as she stroked her aching clit again. It was harder to force herself to do so than it was to simply lie back and take whatever her Daddy wanted to give her, but she did it. And soon pain melted into pleasure and she was screaming for him again as another mind-melting orgasm flooded her.

With one final thrust, Daddy buried himself inside her, hot jets of cum filling her in places she’d never thought she would be filled. It was more humiliation, knowing he’d come inside her like this, knowing his cum was somewhere it didn’t actually belong. But there was a note of pride there, too, as they collapsed on the bed in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

She’d taken everything he gave her. Because she was his good girl.

Pulling her into his arms, Ian pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That was…”

“Incredible? Mind-blowing? Better than you ever imagined?”

“All of that,” he said with a laugh.

His expression turned serious as he placed a finger under her chin, nudging her head back gently. “I love you, Taylor Dawson. Thank you for trusting me to be your Daddy. For trusting me with… all of this.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Ian. You give me more than I’d ever dared to hope for.”

She wasn’t sure, but she would have sworn she saw tears in his eyes as he leaned in to capture her lips in a slow, tender kiss that had her heart rolling in her chest.

“Merry Christmas, Tayter Tot.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

The End

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