This car ride promises to be the longest one of my life.
Chapter Twelve
Victoria
We arrive at the apartment.
I hover nervously by the couch while he locks and deadbolts the door. When he turns to me and our eyes meet, my stomach trembles with anticipation of the unknown.
What will he do with me?
He’s over to me in three long strides. Running his hands through his hair, his face a mask of anguish. “Tori, I was worried sick.”
A thousand excuses come to my mind, but I hold them back. “I’m sorry.”
I’m no longer thinking of what will happen to me, I only feel terrible for what I’ve put him through.
“You know that when you agreed to have a daddy in your life, you gave your consent to be punished when Daddy deems it appropriate?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to light your ass on fire so the next time you’re sitting at a bar, chatting with your friends, you’ll remember to keep an eye on your phone.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I promise I’m not the kind of man to ruin your evening or call you a thousand times when you’re with your friends. I just need to know you’re safe.”
“I understand.”
“I called because I received an alert while you were out—one that goes to all the Brothers when there’s been a security breach. It’s an alarm that tells us to be sure we know where our loved ones are until the threat is neutralized.”
The phrase ‘loved ones’ sticks to the center of my mind. Does he mean ‘loved ones’ as in, a person I love? Pushing the silly thought from my mind, I focus on the task at hand—apologizing. “I’m sorry, that must have been very upsetting for you.”
He runs an agitated hand through his hair. “When you didn’t answer my calls, I called the driver. He said he was on the way back to me to tell me he’d been dismissed.”
I say, “I swear, I had no idea Lulu sent him home.”
He nods. “I know. And you won’t be punished for it. But not keeping an eye on your phone? That, I’m going to correct.”
I begin to inch back from him. “How?”
He says, “By plugging your pretty bottom. Then giving you a taste of my belt.”
Heat rushes to my face. Shifting my weight, I can’t make my gaze meet his. He’d mentioned once before, the very first time he spanked me for trying to slap him, that sometimes the husbands of the Beauties punished their women with more than just spanking... by plugging their bottoms as well.
From his pocket, he slips a shiny metallic plug and a tube of what looks like lube.
I’d filed the memory in a locked file cabinet drawer in my brain, labeled not going to go there. Now, with Luke standing before me, towering over me, a gold plug in one hand, I suddenly have the urge to run.
I stammer, “I-I don’t think that will be necessary.”
His eyes darken. “I don’t think you understand how this works, little girl. Daddy tells you what you need, and you obey.”
Shaking my head, I stammer out, “But... that... looks... I don’t know how something like that can go in... there.”
Holding it by the handle, he raises it to my gaze, twisting it in a teasing manner. “Take off all of your clothes and bend over the arm of the couch.”
It’s as if he’s asked me to move a mountain with my bare hands.
The idea of stripping down before him while he remains fully clothed, then positioning myself over the arm of his couch so he can put that... thing inside of my very off-limits area, it just seems completely impossible.
But now that I’m hesitating, not moving to obey his instructions, his gaze is turning stormy. His fingers are going to his belt buckle.
Swallowing hard, I grab the hem of my short dress. Pulling it up and over my body, I toss it to the side.
I stand before him in nothing but my black bra and panties. A matching set I’d picked out early in the evening, thinking Luke and I would have sex when I returned. I never imagined instead I’d be naked, over his couch, my ass invaded, his belt whipping my behind.
My fingertips tremble as I reach behind to unhook my bra. Slipping the straps down my arms, I free my breasts. They stand, proud and perky, my impossibly tight nipples poking out.
Now to lose the panties.
He gives me a look that tells me I’d best hurry it up or that belt is coming off sooner than he planned.
I quickly grab the waist, rolling them down over my legs and to the floor. I step out of them, and fully nude, I scurry over to the couch.
Bending over and exposing my ass, and possibly my pussy, to his view will be humiliating. My only consolation is that I can hide my embarrassed face from him, over the couch, my hair a curtain of privacy.
Grabbing the edge of the huge, round, plush arm, I slowly bend over. The leather sticks to my bare skin, my stomach pressing down. My head hangs down, my hair falling over my face.
I sense him looming behind me, causing more goosebumps to rise on my naked flesh.
His voice is husky as he says, “Spread those pretty little legs of yours. Daddy wants to see everything.”
Shame covers me like a blanket, white heat scorching my face. I slide my feet apart. The cool air rushes over the open lips of my wet pussy, over the cleft in my ass, over my tight little rosebud. All exposed for his hungry, possessive gaze.
Bared to him, forced to obey him, completely under his control, I realize not only does he want to own every inch of my body—he wants to own my soul.
And he’s getting pretty damn close.
His fingertips trail over my body, delicious sparks dance wherever he touches. Then his hand comes down in a surprising, hard smack.
Shooting up on the tips of my toes, I cry out in surprise. Another spank rains down, making a matching, burning patch of pain on the other side.
Smoothing his hand over my stinging flesh, he says, “Tell me the rules I gave you tonight.”
Racking my brain, I try to ignore the fact that my ass is on fire, my pussy out in the open and think back over what he’d said. “No drinking too much, no dancing with strange men, keep my cell phone on me—ow!”
My words are cut off by volley of hard spanks. I gasp in air, trying to fight my way through the torrent of pain as his palm spanks me over and over.
“You didn’t obey Daddy’s rules. They are put in place for your safety and you have to take them seriously.” He punishes my curves, his hand like a paddle, spanking me.
I cry out, “I’m sorry! I promise it won’t happen again.”
The spanks stop, but now there’s a strange pressure at the lips of my pussy. A foreign object making its way within. I give a moan as he presses the plug into me. He pushes it in further, then sucks it back out.
He does it again, fucking my pussy with the plug. His voice is dark as he says, “Get it all wet for me, baby.”
My fingernails dig into the leather cushion. I want to hold in my sounds, not give into the pleasure of being fucked with such a shameful object, but I can’t hold it back. A whine rises in my throat, followed by the release of a deep moan.
He pulls it out and I find myself no longer caring about the shame in the act—I just want it back inside of me! I’m desperate for any friction, some kind of release. I need it so bad, I beg, “Please!”
He says, “Please, Daddy, put your pretty little plug in my bottom?”
“No. In my pussy.”
“Bad girl.” He gives me a spank. “Ask Daddy to plug your bottom.”
“No! I could never—”
My words are cut off by a sharp spank from his hand. “Tell Daddy how naughty you’ve been and ask me to plug you. Do it now, and make it pretty, or I’m taking my belt to your ass.”
My bottom clenches, wanting to keep him out. My eyes squeeze shut, wanting to ignore his demands. My throat feels tight but I must do as he says—I don’t want more than the three stripes from his belt that he’s planning on.
; Swallowing hard, I force myself to say the words. “I was so naughty, Daddy. I should have answered your calls. Please punish me and plug my bottom.”
“Good, good girl. Such pretty words for Daddy. You make me so hard,” he croons, petting my sore, throbbing ass.
Just as I begin to relax beneath his gentle stroking, I hear the sound of the cap of lube opening. Every muscle in my body tenses.
He touches my bottom hole, cold lube spreading over my entrance. Then I feel the head of the plug, hard and cold, pressing against my tight muscles. I want to keep him out, have him take his punishment device and leave me alone, but I also find my pussy turning to a hot volcano of lava.
My nipples tighten, my breaths come in fast bursts. My pussy clenches, pulsing with desire.
He pushes further.
The slippery plug begins to enter my bottom. It’s a strange sensation, my muscles stretching and burning to give him entrance. Inch by inch, he slowly slides it in, filling me and making me feel full.
“Beautiful. I love your pretty bottom,” he croons.
I can feel his eyes upon me, as he takes in my plugged bottom, my exposed, wet pussy. Surely he can see how desperate he’s made me? The scent of my arousal reaches me and I know he can’t have missed it.
I hear the clicking of his belt buckle. I hold my breath.
Now that the plug is in, I can face my second punishment; the leather strap.
I imagine the sting will be much worse than his hand.
“Baby girl, Daddy’s going to give you three from my belt. Do you remember why?”
“My excuses in the car?”
“Yes. Now I want you to count them for me.”
I dread this added layer of punishment. It’s humiliating to have to count out loud the times the strap will fall. I let out a groan in displeasure.
He snaps, “What was that I heard? Was that a sigh that should have been a ‘yes, Daddy’?”
I say, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” The sound of the belt whooshing through the air makes my stomach tense.
The leather comes down in a long line across the center of my bottom. Fire and heat and lightning flash across my skin. “Ow! One.”
The belt comes down again, a line above the first. The pain is blinding but I manage to squeak out, “Two!”
“Good girl. Last one and then I’ll know you were properly punished and that you’ll remember my rules next time.”
“Yes, sir.” I grit my teeth as the belt comes down, low, right across the lowest curve of my ass. I rise on tiptoe, sucking air between my teeth. When the breath returns to my lungs, I say, “Three!”
The sound of his belt dropping to the floor has my muscles relaxing. I lay limp over the arm of the sofa, catching my breath. All I can think of is the fullness in my ass, the stinging of my flesh.
The fact that I’ve been thoroughly punished by Daddy.
As the pain ebbs, another kind of warmth takes its place. The look on his face when he found us in the bar, the worry in his voice when he told me of the alert he’d received. His gentle touches mixed with his harsh punishments.
He cares so much about me, about my safety. He wants to protect me, even when it means harsh consequences.
His hands wrap around my waist, and he helps me up. Turning me into him, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close and kissing the top of my head. “I can’t let anything happen to you, baby girl. I’d be lost without you.”
His words melt me, making me feel like the most cherished woman in the world. Taking my hand, he leads me over to the kitchen table.
“Sit down,” he says.
Giving him a curious gaze, I sit down on the hard chair, sucking breath in between my teeth at the sting. The plug feels full in my bottom and I shift my weight, trying to forget its existence.
He says, “I want you to feel your punishment, the plug in your ass, the stinging on your cheeks.”
And I do.
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Draw me something.”
It’s not until he makes his request that I realize there’s paper and pencils on the table. I look up at him in surprise. “You want me to draw for you?”
“Yes.”
I ask, “What do you want?”
He says, “Whatever you want to make for me.”
He kisses the top of my head and walks away.
Leaving me naked, plugged, and spanked, sitting alone in the chair.
Goosebumps rise on my flesh, a product of the erotic energy produced by the situation. My nipples pebble and I shift on my sore ass, thinking of what to do.
What would Luke like?
I realize I have no idea.
I think of him. His face. How he gets that light in his eyes when he’s looking at me sometimes. The light that fills my heart and lets me know this life is worth living.
Taking the pencil in my hand, I begin to sketch. Soon, I’m lost in the work, forgetting I’m nude, forgetting everything.
No idea how much time has passed, I sit back in the chair, taking in my work. It’s Luke’s face, exactly how I remembered it the night I first called him Daddy. When he made me touch myself while he watched. It’s not perfect but in it, I’ve caught the look that was in his eyes.
Luke comes to my side, looking over my shoulder. “That’s... incredible.”
I wait for his reaction, nervous to share my work. “Thank you.”
Picking up the paper, he speaks in a hushed tone as he studies it. “You’re really talented.”
A pang of pride shoots through me.
“Come here.” He holds his hand out to me. I stand, giving him my hand and follow him to the bed.
He sits down, gathering me into his lap. He kisses my head, my forehead, my cheek, the tip of my nose. “Nothing can ever, ever happen to you. I was worried sick. I never, ever want to worry like that again.”
I feel terrible for the worry I caused him. I say, “And I promise I won’t make that mistake a second time.”
We kiss, his arms around me, my bottom pressed against his lap. His growing erection pushes at me through his trousers.
He pulls away. “Lie over my lap.”
I don’t question, just obey. I lay myself over his lap.
His hands find their way between my thighs, pushing my legs apart. “Spread your legs for Daddy. I want to see how wet I make you.”
Shame fills me, but I part my legs wide, the cool air rushing over my hot sex.
“Daddy’s going to take your plug out now. Nice and gentle.” The sensation of him tugging on the handle of the plug sends a delicious shiver through my body. He pulls it out slowly, and as my ass is vacated, a strange longing develops in my core. “So ready for my cock.”
Something needs to make some friction. Or I’m going to die.
“Are you going to fuck me in my... bottom?” I ask, knowing what I want the answer to be, though I feel shame for it.
“No. I’m going to make love to you with my cock in your bottom,” he says, stroking my back.
Make love is something you do to someone you love.
Is he confessing his love to me when I’m laid out over his lap and he’s pulling a plug from my ass? “Are you saying you love me?”
His body contours around my side, his mouth finding me and lightly dancing kisses down my back. “What if I am?”
A thrill runs through me, my heart beating too fast. “Isn’t that something you confess over a candlelight dinner?”
Now he’s stroking my skin. Fingertips run from the tops of my shoulders, over my back, running lines over the curve of my bottom. “I say it when I feel it. And having your beautiful body spread over mine like this, having your full trust as I do things to you that make you scared, knowing that ultimately I will bring you pleasure, it makes me want to tell you how I feel.”
“And how do you feel?” I ask. My breath fills my lungs and I hold it there, my teeth sinking into my lip as I stare down at the white bedding.
Wait
ing.
“I love you, Victoria.”
The excitement of riding a roller coaster for the first time, opening a Christmas gift you’ve longed for, snuggling the soft neck of a puppy that you’ve just been gifted—all these emotions combined add up to what I feel when he says those words.
It’s not a candlelight dinner, or a romantic movie scene. It’s life and this moment between us—it’s raw, real. The purity of his words gives me the confidence to confess the secret I’ve been holding in my own heart. “I love you too, Daddy.”
The words are freeing, making my whole being lighter as they slip from my tongue.
Sliding out from underneath me, he lies beside me. Kissing me. Nibbles the lobe of my ear, whispering, “I love you, baby girl. It feels so good to say it.”
He wraps his arms around me. Facing one another, we lie on our sides, kissing slowly. I throw my leg over his. He scoots in closer, his erection pressing between my thighs.
I open my legs further.
With one perfect slide, he enters me. I’m so slick, turned on from his hand, his belt, his attention to my ass, he moves inside me with ease. Our bodies rock together as my leg winds tighter around his waist.
We lie like that, making love, him moving inside of me, my hips rolling to greet him each time.
Staying inside me, he shifts his weight till he’s on top. Rising up, he balances his weight on his hands, looking down at me. His gaze locks on mine as he pushes deeper.
Our souls entwine as our bodies tangle. A dance of lust, and passion, and... love. I feel the climax building inside me. It’s a quiet, warm, understated brewing of pleasure—a slow burn rising within. I find myself smiling as I let out soft sighs, getting closer to my goal.
Reaching the peak, I find my fingers digging into his shoulders in a silent scream. He wraps himself tighter around me, holding me as I come.
Instead of finishing, he slides out of me.
Ready to take me where he’s promised.
Biting my bottom lip, I look up at him, suddenly shy. He takes my hips in his hands, flipping me gently. My breasts and stomach press into the bed. I turn my head, laying my cheek flat on the pillow.
He brushes the hair back from my face and I feel his gaze on me. He kisses my cheek.
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