Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Connor

Connor couldn’t take his eyes off the pretty plug twinkling in the bathroom lights as Bliss shifted back and forth. His cock was so damn hard it might explode. Again, who was punishing who?

Unable to stop himself, he grabbed her ass, pressing the red-jewel base of the plug nestled in her bottom. Not too hard. Just enough to put pressure on all the right places. The way her thighs tightened, and her fingers clawed at the counter were proof enough, but the throaty moan of desperation was icing on the cake.

One day, he’d sink his cock balls-deep in that ass, but it would take time to get her ready for that. He would never do anything to make her lose the love it was obvious she had for ass play. Could his babygirl be any more perfect for him?

His smile appeared devious in the mirror, even to him. Let’s see if he could stir up trouble.

“Ah, baby, your pussy is weeping your sweet juices.” He traced his fingers lightly from her shoulder to her hip, pebbling her skin as he went. “Is there anything Daddy can do to help?”

Hmm, the sound his question evoked that time was more of a groan. He knew how much she needed him. He could see her need. He could smell it. All that was left was taste.

Dropping to his knees, he drew his tongue up her slit from clit to core, gathering her sweet cream as he went. She had the sweetest pussy he could imagine. He kept the pressure light and teasing, alternately pushing and tugging the plug. She tried to back into him to gain more pressure. He paused long enough to land two sharp smacks directly on top of the plug.

She screamed, and he thought for a minute he’d pushed her over the edge into climax. He spread apart her labia, denying her the ability to clench her muscles. Poor babygirl.

“You’ll come when and if I say you can, and not one second before, naughty girl.”

He’d never thought of himself as a sadist, but her guttural scream of frustration went straight to his already painfully hard dick.

After a few more swipes of his tongue, just to prove his point, he stood. Gripping her hair at the crown, he lifted her face and kissed her, coating her face with her juices. “See how wet you are, sweet girl? Daddy wants to watch your sweet juices glisten on your face while he fucks you. Are you ready for Daddy to shove his cock deep inside you?”

Desire had deepened her eyes to a blue so deep they were almost black. Through clenched teeth, she growled, “Yes… yes, Daddy.”

Time for the lesson to begin.

Standing, he lined up the tip of his shaft with her opening, making tiny movements in and out before plunging balls deep into her wet channel, where he remained planted.

He took several deep breaths to stave off his own climax. This was going to be hard on both of them, but this lesson was too important to mess up by coming the second her heat enveloped him.

Gritting his teeth, he stayed completely still. “Here’s how this is going to go, trouble. I’m going to shove my cock deep inside you and stay there until you tell me something you like about yourself.” His voice sounded like he’d just swallowed cut glass.

Her brows almost disappeared into her hair. If he hadn’t already used every functioning brain cell he had in the effort not to come, he’d have laughed.

“What? Nooooo.”

The panic in her voice wasn’t as amusing. Did she really fear she couldn’t think of things to say? He might have to make this a weekly exercise.

“Yes,” he ground out. “Every time you name something, I’ll move. The faster you name things, the faster I’ll go. If you want to come, you’re going to have to earn it.”

“That’s not fair. You are so mean.”

“You must not need to come if you can waste time calling Daddy names. Now name something you like.”

“I, um, I like my hair.” The relief that swept her face was adorable.

He was a man of his word, so he pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again. And waited.

“Daddy!” she squeaked. “Please, I’ll make a whole list at the table. I need you to move!”

He was almost ready to squeak himself. Fuck, this was hard. “You know what to do.”

“Argh! Okay, um, my eyes! I like my eyes.”

He fucked her again. Out. In. Pause.

“I love your eyes, babygirl. What else?”

“I… I… I make good babies.”

Out. In. Pause. “Again.”

“Please! Um, I’m a good teacher!”

Out. In. Pause. “Again.”

“I make a mean PB&J.”

Okay, that made him laugh. Out. In. Pause. “Again.”

“I care about people.”

Out. In. Pause.

“I can sing—well, in the shower.”

Out, in, pause.

“I’m honest.”

And they continued. Each time, she gave him something.

Soon, he had a rhythm going. The muscled walls of her pussy quivered. He started naming car parts and reciting baseball stats. Anything to keep himself from blowing his load and ruining everything.

He was waiting for one specific thing she should be proud of, but he wanted it to come from her. But she was teetering on the edge. He needed to take over and bring them both to release. One more thought. One more statement of her self-worth.

“I AM A GOOD MOTHER!” She screamed the words out, tears streaming down her face.

And there it was. Fucking finally.

Grabbing her hips, he drove into her. Deep. Hard. Fast.

God, he hoped she was close because there was a limit to how long he could hold on.

Her body went rigid. She used the leverage of the counter to meet his thrusts as she screamed out his name. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a vise, and his control snapped.

He pounded into her without mercy, not that she was complaining. Within seconds he bellowed hers as he shuddered with his own consuming release. It sapped his strength, and he gripped the counter surrounding her with his entire body.

He kissed along her shoulder and neck, unable to get enough of her. “Babygirl, I’m so fucking proud of you. You are everything you named and more. How would you like Daddy to light a fire so we can roast marshmallows?”

After he’d removed the plug and cleaned them both up, they sat in front of the fireplace while he threaded marshmallows onto their sticks. It hit him what they’d just done. Once again, he made love to his girl ungloved.

“Babygirl, do you still have the contraceptive implant you had in Vegas?”

She nodded. “And this time, I haven’t been taking any medicine, so it works.”

That was good. He loved every minute he spent with Sadie, Sophie, and Nori, but three babies under the age of one was a heaping handful. Four babies under two… He couldn’t even go there in his head.

With her leaning back against him, he pictured this being his life, Bliss, and three amazing daughters. It didn’t scare him anymore. Someone somewhere was smiling down on him when they put Bliss in his life. Her name was perfect. She filled his life with Bliss.

He hadn’t known if he would be able to handle being in the house with three babies. Not because of them. They were the most beautiful, intelligent, happy babies he’d ever seen. He’d punch any man who said differently.

He’d never known he could grow to love three tiny humans so fast. But he had. He loved them so much it hurt. These past weeks, watching them grow, seeing the way they loved their mama and she loved them. Could that be his life?

Bliss finished her toasted marshmallow and snuggled close, putting her head in his lap. Her lids were almost closed, and her voice slurred. Yawning, she nodded. “That was amazing, Daddy. I love you.” And then she was asleep.

He wanted to trust her words, but he didn’t. As exhausted as she was, she couldn’t know what she was mumbling. But he prayed she meant them because he loved her, too. He’d never admitted it, even to himself, until now. Now, Bliss—and everyone who came with her—was his for the rest of his life.

Once they made it through the second day of the hearing tomorrow.

The next day in court, it turned out, was a different experience. Connor now understood why Sabre Security had Raleigh Stevens on retainer.

As soon as they entered the courtroom, Connor grinned. Every seat was filled with friends and family, and even a few people he’d never met. Vivi was there in a bright red cardigan, surrounded by Hutch, Reid, and the rest of his Sabre brothers. Ivy was there, as well.

All the Musketiaras, sparkling crowns on their heads. gathered in the front row, clapping and cheering as they made their way to the table. Bliss was every shade of pink he’d ever known, but she wore a bright smile on her face, and she stood tall.

“Psst.” Georgia waved them over. “We all voted last week, and we were going out to celebrate this coming weekend. But after all the shi”—a whistle interrupted her, and Hutch glared her way—"right, I mean, after all the horse hockey that went on yesterday, we wanted you to have it now.”

Leaning over the wooden bar between them, Bliss accepted the pale pink box from Georgia. All the other girls crowded closer. Bliss stared down at the box and asked, “What is it?”

“Open it and see,” Winnie said. “Hurry up!”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” Bliss said, opening the top and pulling back the tissue paper. She gasped, and her entire body stilled. “Oh my gosh! Are you sure?”

Breezy clapped her hands. “Of course, we’re sure. The vote was unanimous. Let’s see you try it on.”

Bliss handed the box to Connor and carefully pulled out a sparkling tiara. Turning to face him, she held it out, beaming with joy. “Can you put it on me, Daddy?”

There was his babygirl. He would have to thank Reid and the rest of the guys for bringing their Littles. “Of course, babygirl. Hold still.” He performed the coronation, and another round of claps and cheers echoed through the courtroom.

She stared up at him, worried. In a whisper, she asked, “Do you think they’ll be mad if I don’t wear it during the hearing? I’m afraid the judge won’t understand.”

“They won’t mind, sweet girl. They’re here because they are on your team.”

She nodded, turning to thank all the girls, laughing and chatting until the judge entered the court.

Raleigh leaned over and grabbed Bliss’s hand. “I know yesterday was hard, but I promise, today is going to be very different.”

Connor hoped he was right. His Little girl had a lot to lose if this went south. He stopped worrying when Raleigh called his first witness.

“We’d like to call Mrs. Diana Bartram to the stand.”

Once sworn in, Mrs. Bartram explained, “Your Honor, I’m afraid this case has been a waste of the court’s time. You see, Rochelle Talon has been placed on administrative leave pending a review of all her cases. We’ve discovered she did not follow the guidelines and procedures required by the Department of Child Safety in regard to screening allegations, categorizing alleged violations, and submitting her conclusions for review when it was first appealed. To be frank, this case should never have made it this far. After an unbiased review, none of the accusations against Ms. Belissa Carpenter were substantiated.”

It took the judge and several threats from Daddies in the courtroom to bring the court back to order.

Next, Raleigh called Sandy back to the stand, where she confessed to doctoring the pictures she’d sent in and basically making the entire story up. She claimed she only meant to get Bliss fired, but then everything had snowballed. Connor knew better. Sandy thought with Bliss out of the way, he’d turn back to her. That would never have happened. When he’d said goodbye to that woman, he’d meant it.

The judge found in favor of Bliss and told her she no longer needed to worry about the Department of Child Safety.

Bliss hugged Raleigh, which Connor grudgingly didn’t eviscerate his friend for. He watched his girl closely. Bliss could hide things when she wasn’t in Little space. She seemed to be fine, but he wanted to be sure.

He pulled her aside for a private chat. “Babygirl, are you all right? Are the yucky feelings gone?”

She quieted, thinking it over before giving him an answer. “I’m not quite okay yet. I need to ask you something first.”

Had she overheard his conversation with Bones the night before? He’d thought she was asleep, but he hadn’t checked. She’d be within her rights to ask him to leave. The only one who knew of their ‘engagement’ was Rochelle Talon, and she was going to be too busy trying to stay out of jail to worry about Bliss.

Knowing his girl, it could be anything. “You know I’ll do whatever you need, trouble. What is it?”

“It’s very, very important, Daddy.”

“Okay, trouble. Just ask.”

“Okay, hold on.” She reached behind her back and pulled out the pale pink box. “Can you put my crown back on me, please?” All the Musketiaras, who he hadn’t noticed were gathered around, burst out laughing.

He pretended to be angry. “I’m going to tell all your Daddies to roast your rear ends.” Then he focused on Bliss. “But you , I can take care of myself.”

He lunged for her, and squeals erupted as Littles dashed around everywhere.

Yeah, his babygirl was going to be fine.