Protecting His Brat

by Sorcha Black

  “I’m going to take it slow, and you’re going to tell me if you need me to slow more or stop, okay?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  I drew a deep breath and watched in fascinated horror as he lined up his cock with my bottom hole and slid it up and down, letting me get used to the idea of him being there. Ever so slowly, he flexed his hips, one hand on himself as he coaxed himself gradually into my ass. I closed my eyes and started to hyperventilate as my body stretched around him, feeling like he was forcing me wider and wider, as though he was shoving something far larger in there. Maybe a telephone pole.

  “Daddy, it’s too big,” I whispered.

  “The tip is almost all the way in. Do you want me to stop?”

  Dear lord. That was only the tip?

  I scrunched my eyes closed trying not to let my fear take over. My belly was cramping, and cold sweat was breaking out on my skin.

  “You’re giving me too much time to think about it,” I complained. I squirmed on him, digging my heels into the mattress to adjust the angle he was going in at.

  “Oh, fuck.” His ragged words were like an aphrodisiac, and I pushed against him, working his cock into my body, sliding closer—sliding him in deeper—as he held himself still. It burned and cramped, but after how unpleasant things had been the first time we had sex, I wasn’t expecting this to be all fun and games the first time either. I wanted to know what this was like. I wanted to see Daddy’s expression as I took it for him like a good girl.

  His amazement as he watched me force my body to take him was all the encouragement I needed. His gasps of pleasure were unbelievably sexy. He poured more lube on us, making sure to make things as easy as he could, easing out a bit before I pressed harder, taking him deeper.

  “Aberdeen Arabella,” he groaned when my body had taken him right down to the balls. He stayed very still then, and so did I, not sure I wanted to move. It was one of the most uncomfortable things I’d ever experienced. It seemed impossible that something so big could fit in something so small. He traced where we were connected, looking amazed and fascinated. “I honestly wasn’t sure you could take me.”

  I meant to say something cool and flippant, but my whole body was shaking with the strain of not pushing him away and curling up in the fetal position. He stroked his hands over my torso, giving me words of approval that made me purr even though my ass felt like it was on fire and my stomach was cramping. I wanted him to move—to get off so this could be over with. Instead, he stayed very still, playing with my body as I adjusted to him being in there. One of his broad palms settled against my throat, and I could have sworn his thumb and fingers circled all the way around. God, he could snap me in two, but his gaze on me was tender.

  His free hand slid between us to touch my clit, and it was almost too much sensation to bear.

  I whimpered, quivered, his gentle strumming across the most sensitive bud making me cry out. Slowly, his hips stirred, moving his huge cock carefully inside me as though I were fragile, and he was doing something that was probably a bad idea.

  “Look at that,” he said with amazement as he slowly began to move in and out of me, the tips of his fingers caressing me with teasing gentleness. “Is this little hole Daddy’s now?”

  I sniffled, nodding.

  “You’re so fucking tight. I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” He groaned.

  My nipples were so hard they hurt. I wanted him to stop playing with my clit because the trembling sensation it was setting off felt like an avalanche I wouldn’t be able to control.

  “Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was saying.

  “What, baby girl? Do you need me to stop?” His voice was strained, as though simply asking the question was torture.

  “No, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come, and I can’t…I don’t want to…” Was I crying? Everything was so intense.

  “Sure you do. Don’t you want to make Daddy feel good? If you come, your whole body will clench around my cock and stroke it.”

  “Are you going to come too?” I begged.

  “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

  God, his voice was so hoarse, so sexy. Knowing it was my fault he was losing control was absolutely thrilling.

  His next thrust made him gasp, and his hand on my throat spasmed and my clit—it felt like it was being sanded off by the rough tip of his finger, and then he was thrusting harder and tension hummed through my thighs and lower back, building and twisting with the unpleasant pain/pleasure of what he was doing to me. It was so dirty, and I felt used and degraded. The tension pulsing through me crested, too hot and too tight.

  Unbearable.

  My eyes rolled back, and I came apart underneath him, sobbing and writhing, my whole body clenching around him as I had the most intense, perfect, yet unpleasant orgasm I’d ever experienced. He got rougher for a few strokes, and my brain liquefied. I might have been begging him not to stop, but to please stop, but all I could hear was his agonized moan, as though he was as helpless as I was.

  His mouth came down on my shoulder and he bit me, and my hips shot higher, forcing him balls deep. He growled as hot cum spilled into me, squeezing out of me with each subsequent thrust. His hand was tight on my throat, and I felt light-headed, my body shuddering with aftershocks as I gasped for air. He licked my tongue and bit my lip, growling, forcing my body to take every drop of cum he could cram into me.

  My mind was foggy, swimming.

  Was I getting enough air? Did it matter?

  Just as I was searching for my safeword, he moved his hand off my neck, and he was kissing me there.

  “Sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

  I lay there, staring up at him with dazed adoration. “Yes, but my bum hurts.”

  He groaned in sympathy. “I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.” He braced his forearms on either side of me and rubbed his prickly cheek against my forehead. “Mmm. Mine. My baby.”

  “Your Daddy stick is too big for my hiney,” I whined, sounding pathetic.

  “I fit fine,” he assured me.

  “No you didn’t. Next time you can have a turn and we’ll see how you like it.”

  He chuckled. I could feel his cock going soft, and I closed my eyes, hating the anticipation of him pulling out. It was going to make such a mess, and there was no shower here. It was the middle of the night, and I was too exhausted to go for a swim in the chilly lake.

  “Nice try, but I’m not the one who needs special daddy medicine pumped into her tight little asshole.”

  “I do not!”

  “Sure you do.”

  I started giggling, and he tried to push deeper, but his cock was too soft to make it work.

  “For what!” I demanded.

  “It’ll help you get taller.”

  I scoffed. “I hate to break it to you, but I stopped growing years ago. What you see is what you get.”

  “Hmm. I thought maybe a load of cum in your guts would make you grow a bit. It’s a hell of a tight fit.”

  He pulled out, and fluid rushed out as though I’d been uncorked. Disgusted and humiliated, I felt around, looking for my nightgown or something to wipe off with.

  “Shh. Relax, baby. I’ll clean you up.”

  “No, you will not!”

  He frowned at me. “Stay down, little girl,” he said, his voice even rougher than usual. “If you move a muscle without permission, I’ll punish your ass.”

  “Didn’t you just do that?” I grumbled, moving as if to push up to a sitting position.

  “Try it, and see.” His dark eyes were hard, and as I attempted to stare him down, I felt a little swoony. God, he was sexy.

  Grimacing at him, I lay back. “I don’t want you to clean me up. It’s humiliating.”

  “If I couldn’t handle the clean-up, I wouldn’t have made the mess.”

  “When I asked you to do this to me, this part didn’t even cros
s my mind. I would have made this a hard limit.”

  He was up and moving around the kitchen, filling a pot with water and putting it on the stove.

  “Complain all you want, but you’ll do what you’re told.”

  “You’re so bossy,” I said. “I’m technically your boss, you know.”

  “No.”

  “But I’m the boss sometimes.”

  “No. Sometimes your mother is the boss, but only when it comes to my marching orders. The baby girl who just had her little ass fucked, however, is never my boss.”

  I blew a raspberry at him, because this was humiliating and not at all sexy.

  “Why do people like anal anyway?”

  “Because it feels fucking amazing.”

  “Maybe for the guy.”

  He raised his brows. “What about that screaming orgasm you had?”

  “That was all pain.”

  His chuckle and knowing look made my face burn. “Such a little liar.”

  I gasped and threw a pillow at him, which he caught and put on the table rather than throwing it back. Returning my ammunition probably would have resulted in me trying to hit him with it again when he wasn’t looking.

  He dipped a cloth into the water he was warming and turned off the burner. Propane still scared me, but it was nice to have a stove to heat food and wash water on, rather than having to do everything over a campfire.

  “You’re not washing me like I’m a baby,” I complained, trying to swipe the cloth from his fingers.

  “You’re going to let me clean the mess I made or you’re going to get a long, hard spanking, then I’ll clean you up anyway.” He waited, probably to give me time to safeword, which I seriously considered. The stern look he was giving me was so sexy that it made me want to misbehave so he’d rough me up a little.

  I was tired so I let go of the urge.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I cooperated while he carefully cleaned me. It was humiliating, but he got so much satisfaction from doing it that I could practically hear his brain humming. When we were cleaned up, he slid into bed with me and pulled me close, burying his face in my hair and whispering sweet things to me that made me feel like I was glowing from the inside. I allowed myself to be wrapped tight in his protective bulk, feeling small and treasured.

  “I love you, baby.”

  I felt myself grinning. “I love you too, Daddy, but I’m disgruntled right now.”

  “Disgruntled, huh?” His chuckle tickled my ear, and I snuggled into him. “Well, let me know when you’re ready to be gruntled again.”

  I buried my face in the pillow I’d been re-entrusted with, reveling in the feel of him surrounding me, his breath stirring the hair on top of my head.

  It hadn’t taken long to get used to sharing a bed with him and I refused to go back to a life of sleeping without him. He might be the Daddy, but this little girl had him wrapped around her finger.

  Chapter Sixteen

  In the relatively small confines of the car, I could hear her mother’s irritation, albeit not her words. Aberdeen had gone from bright and happy, to lifeless and dull, in a matter of minutes.

  When the call eventually ended, she powered off the burner phone and stared out the windshield at the hotel we’d be staying at.

  “She didn’t wish you a happy birthday.”

  She shook her head. “No. She did mention that I need to make an appointment with the lawyer and the bank, so she hasn’t forgotten.”

  “Your trust fund is important. She probably wants to make sure you’re taken care of.”

  “My trust fund is more important to her than it is to me, I think.”

  “Spoken like a woman who’s never had to worry about keeping a roof over her head.”

  Her gaze shot to me. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve never had to worry about money, so it’s too easy for me to be flippant.”

  I grimaced. “No, I’m sorry. There are more important things than money. Your happiness and safety should be her first priority.”

  She blinked at me. “I forget sometimes that you grew up without the same privilege. I just wish she loved me as much, or even half as much, as she seems to love my money. To me, my trust fund is only computer data—it doesn’t feel real.”

  “Like a rumor that money is coming to you.”

  “Exactly. But hey, maybe once I invest it in her company, she’ll be able to relax and our relationship will improve.”

  I squeezed her hand. “Sometimes people have kids, but they’re too broken to appreciate them. It’s not our fault.”

  She blinked back tears and wrinkled her nose but didn’t reply.

  “Do you think she’ll hate me if I don’t invest all my money in the company?”

  “You know the answer to that better than I do.”

  “Maybe I can give her everything and leave—get a regular job and live a regular life. I have an MBA but no experience, but it’s more than a lot of people have going for them when they’re starting out, right?”

  “Why would you give her your money?”

  “To keep the peace and to give her enemies less reason to take me. If they’ve done their homework, they’ll know I’m of little to no value to her without that money. Maybe it will help me make a clean break with her, if nothing else.”

  She rubbed her nose then unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over the center console to press her head against my arm. I kissed the top of her head.

  “Let’s get something to eat, birthday girl.”

  She wrinkled her nose when she saw where we were. “Okay, but not here please?”

  “No? I made a reservation. They only had room because there was a cancellation.”

  “Oh.” She blushed. “Sorry.”

  “You want to go somewhere else? I’m sure they won’t care either way.”

  “It’s just so…fancy.”

  “I wanted to take you somewhere special because it’s your birthday. Are you worried I won’t know which fork to use?”

  She laughed. She’d probably known what fork to use before she could walk. “I’d rather go to a steakhouse or something, if you don’t mind. The portion sizes at places like this are tiny, and I don’t like the food most of the time.”

  “Have you been to a steakhouse before?” I asked doubtfully.

  “I’ve seen them on TV. Can’t we be normal people until we get back to my mother’s house? Just a regular couple doing regular couple things?”

  I shrugged then dialed the number for the restaurant and canceled the reservation. They didn’t sound broken up about it.

  Watching Aberdeen trying to work through a plate of food at a regular restaurant was sort of hilarious. She ate maybe a quarter of it, then had to keep stopping for a breather as she watched me with wide eyes as I polished off my plate.

  “All the sex gives me an appetite,” I told her right as the server arrived at our table.

  The server, an older woman, laughed.

  Aberdeen blushed scarlet, and her gaze filled with mischief. “Daddy, you’re so embarrassing!”

  The server’s brows rose, and she looked back and forth between us as she silently filled Aberdeen’s water.

  As our server walked away, my little brat burst out laughing, hiding her face with her napkin.

  “You’re going to pay for that Aberdeen Arabella,” I growled good-naturedly.

  “But it’s my birthday,” she reminded me. “Birthday girls don’t get punished, do they?” She leaned toward me, and her scoop-neck T-shirt gaped, giving me an eyeful of cleavage. I could see a bite mark I’d left on her this morning, and my dick started to get hard.

  “To keep things festive, you could wear a birthday girl tiara while I spank your little ass raw.”

  Her quiet gasp was sexy as hell. “You’re a mean Daddy,” she whispered, giving me an adorable pout. It made me want to sweep everything off the table and ass fuck her in front of these innocent bystanders so I could hear the way she’d whined when I’d taken he
r ass again at the hotel last night.

  “The meanest.”

  She squirmed in her seat and pushed her plate away. “Can we go now?”

  “Where do you want to go?”

  “I don’t know. A hotel? The car. A convenient alleyway?”

  Considering the wild look in her eyes, I had to tell my cock to be patient.

  “Well, there’ll be time for that later. I was thinking we could go to a music store so you could pick out some presents.”

  She enthusiastically seized my hand and squeezed, making me grin. I paid the bill then took her hand again and walked her across the street to the retro music store I’d spotted. They mostly sold vinyl, but they had CDs too, and she picked out several when I prompted her to. She got so excited about the most mundane things that she was a constant joy to be around.

  From there I took her to a kink shop across town, so I could watch her blush. Rather than dragging me out again, though, she looked around with avid curiosity, quietly asking me questions about things she didn’t know the purpose of.

  The longer we were there, the more I realized she was interested in kink beyond what I’d already done with her. She browsed through the impact play section with an almost disturbing thoroughness, then became completely sidetracked in a section with pet play paraphernalia. I knew less about that section but did my best to answer questions. Some of the outfits would, admittedly, be cute on her, but it really wasn’t my thing.

  Then again, being called Daddy hadn’t been my thing up until Aberdeen.

  She paused at a glass case and stared at the contents, and I eventually made my way over. It was filled with play collars and jewelry, and I tried to guess which of them had caught her eye.

  “The little pink collar with the lace?” I asked.

  “No.” She stepped back, face mottled red. “Just looking.”

  I caught her hand as she tried to escape. “Tell me.”

  “I bet I know,” the owner said, giving us a small smile. “That necklace came in yesterday.”