Even though she would probably always help someone who needed it despite any risk to herself, she still felt guilty for making him worry.
And that sort of guilt would eat her alive if she let it. She knew that she was owed this and that she’d feel much lighter once she was punished.
After stripping, she used the bathroom then lay back on the bed. She hadn’t been able to eat much dinner because she’d been so nervous about what was coming.
“I’m ready, Daddy.”
He’d already taken off his own clothes, leaving on his boxers. Grabbing the bag of supplies, he moved into the bathroom and she heard the sound of running water. She guessed he was washing them.
When he returned, he was carrying the butt plug and lube. Oh Lord. He placed them on the mattress next to her, before he sat, facing her. “Do you know why you’re being punished, baby doll?”
“Yes, Daddy. For leaving the hotel room without waking you.”
“And?” He cupped her breast, running his thumb over her nipple.
“For not taking my phone.” Her breath caught as arousal filled her.
“Yes. And?”
“Umm.”
“And what else? What else would I be upset about?”
“Is it me putting myself in danger?”
“That’s right. I’m not punishing you because I want to control you. I make rules to keep you safe. You break those rules, you get punished. You break safety rules, then it’s much harsher, isn’t it? Time-out and lines aren’t gonna cut it this time, little girl.”
“I know, Daddy. I’m really sorry for scaring you.”
Because that’s what it came down to. Him being scared for her. Waking up to find her gone. A tear dripped down her cheek as she thought about what must have gone through his mind.
“Hey, baby doll, there’s no point crying. Yet.” He wiped away her tear.
Well, that wasn’t ominous or anything.
Standing, he placed a pillow gently under her shoulder. “How is your shoulder?”
“It feels fine, Daddy. It doesn’t hurt.”
“If that changes, you tell me immediately, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He grabbed the lube and coated two of his fingers in it. Then he grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them in the air.
“Do we have to do it this way, Daddy?” She squirmed, embarrassed at her position.
“Yes, little girl. We do. Daddy needs to see your face to make sure you’re all right.”
Okay, this was embarrassing. There was something very vulnerable about being in the diaper position while your man stuck his finger up your ass.
He added a second finger to the first, stretching her out wide.
“I’m going to give you a few swats as the plug sits in your bottom. Nothing too hard. Just a reminder. Because Daddy takes your safety very seriously, little girl. I want you to remember that.”
He slipped his fingers free, then lowered her legs before going into the bathroom to wash up. When he returned, he grabbed the plug and coated it in lube.
“Okay, baby doll. You know the drill. I’m going to pull your legs up and push the plug into your bottom. You’re going to breathe out and relax.”
Again, her legs were in the air and he was pushing the plug firmly into her ass. She breathed out, trying to relax but it was impossible not to clench down.
“Owie,” she cried out. The plug was thick and strange, but not painful.
“Good girl. There you are. It’s pressed deep inside you. That’s it. Now just a few swats and then Daddy is going to eat you out. You should enjoy the orgasms you get tonight because tomorrow is going to be a different story.”
Well, shoot.
He gave her bottom a light tap and she clenched around the plug with a groan. The smacks were so light she knew she wouldn’t even feel them when she went to sit, but being held in this position, the plug in her ass was more than enough to make her regret her decisions.
Another few light spanks and he ran his hand over her bottom. “Nice. Just the slightest shade of pink. Your shoulder?”
“It’s fine. But I’m sure I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Have you? Seems to me that you should know better than to leave a hotel room without telling me.” Smack. Smack. “Or taking your phone.” Tap. Tap. “And then to leave the hotel as well.” Smack. Smack. “That was very naughty.”
Okay, those light smacks really started to have some impact after a while and combined with his scolding, she could feel tears welling in her eyes.
“I is really sorry, Daddy.”
He paused and patted her thigh lightly. “I know you are, baby doll. But I want you to think first. Because being sorry after the fact isn’t going to keep you safe. You, of all people, should steer far, far away from all alleyways.”
“I know, Daddy.”
Smack. Smack.
“Your shoulder all right?”
She sniffled. “Yes. It’s fine.” But her bottom was throbbing.
“Good.” He lowered her legs back to the mattress. “Spread your legs wide.”
Oh hell. She pressed her legs apart and he knelt between them, leaning over her. Bending down, he kissed her lightly. “No more going into alleyways.”
“What if I’m with you?” she asked as he nipped at her lip.
“If you’re with me then you won’t be going anywhere near an alleyway.”
“But what if someone cries out for help?”
He kissed his way down her neck. Oh, that was nice. She wriggled on the bed, freezing as the plug moved inside her.
“Then you call 911.”
“What if Mr. Fluffy runs into one and won’t come back?”
Spike snorted as he reached her breast and circled her areola with his tongue. “Mr. Fluffy doesn’t run anywhere.”
Well. That was true.
“Okay, but what—”
He raised his head to stare at her, the sternness in his eyes making her quieten.
“Do I need to stop and buy some ginger tomorrow?”
“Um, I don’t know, do you?” Why were they talking about ginger?
“If you keep arguing with me, I will. And then that ginger will be going up your bottom instead of the plug. And believe me, when you get your spanking, it will burn.”
Her mouth dropped open. He wouldn’t!
His look was unyielding. Yikes. He really, really would.
She pouted. “Isn’t that a terrible waste of ginger?”
“Not as far as I’m concerned.” He kissed down her tummy then slid onto his stomach between her thighs.
Parting her lower lips, he just studied them. “Someone is wet.”
It was her turn to snort. He was mostly naked and he was touching her. Of course, she was turned on. He ran his tongue along her damp folds and she groaned in pleasure. He lapped at her clit, circled it, toying with her, driving her higher and higher.
The plug filling her ass just added to her pleasure. But she wanted to be filled in a different way. She wanted him inside her.
“Spike, please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me.”
“Not happening. Not yet. You’re gonna come over and over. As many times as you can. And you want to come now because tomorrow you’re not gonna get permission to come at all.”
Oh hell.
He flicked his tongue more firmly. Pleasure rushed through her, so hard and fast that her entire body quivered. It didn’t take much to send her up and over that edge until she was in freefall. How many orgasms did he expect her to have? She was already so sensitive, she didn’t know how much she could take.
Lowering his tongue, he thrust it deep into her pussy. She whimpered as he slowly drove it in and out. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. She wriggled around on the bed, trying to search for more friction.
“No moving,” he growled, slapping the side of her leg. “Stay still.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. It’s part of your punishment.”
Well. This just sucked.
She tried to stay still. She really did. It was just so damn hard when all he was doing was tongue-fucking her.
Tongue-fucking. Ooh. Dirty.
“Please. Please,” she begged, not sure she could take much more.
“Please what?” he asked in a gruff voice as he kissed along the top of her mound.
“Touch me.”
“Where?” He blew a breath against her swollen clit and she swore she almost exploded.
“There. My clit. Please.”
He ran his thumb gently back and forth over her clit as he returned his tongue to her passage. Her second orgasm swept through her on a wave that grew and grew. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, relentlessly pushing her into number three. That one slammed through, making her scream.
It was too much. She couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t think. By the time orgasm four had been pulled from her, she was a mess. She couldn’t have moved if the place caught fire.
Spike kissed his way back up her body then climbed off the bed to remove his boxers. “Lost your words?”
She forced her lips to move. “Done. Just. Done.”
His eyes danced. “So it only takes four orgasms to make you speechless. Noted.”
He climbed over her once more, his weight resting on his arms as he slid inside her.
Lost. She was lost.
She was so much tighter with the plug that she felt well and truly full when he pushed his cock inside her. Spike moved faster. Drove himself deeper.
Leaning down, he took her lips with his. Kissing her until she felt drunk on him. Her mind spinning. There was nothing but him. No other thought in her head. To her shock, as he continued to fuck her, she felt herself starting to rise towards another orgasm.
When he drew free, she cried out, reaching for him. “Nooo!”
“Shh, easy baby.” He moved between her legs and grasping hold of the plug, pulled it free. She didn’t see where it went. And she didn’t much care either.
His dick glistened with her juices as he rolled her onto her good side. He then slid in behind her, taking her. Reaching around, he fingered her clit as he fucked her.
She clenched down around him as another orgasm rolled through her. “Spike!”
“That’s it, baby doll. Fucking. Yes.” He groaned as he came, collapsing behind her.
Millie was practically shaking, her skin coated in sweat.
“Damn,” Spike muttered.
Gone. She was gone.
He wrapped himself around her, holding her tight. “Don’t ever die on me, Millie. Don’t ever disappear. I couldn’t take it.”
She clung to his arm, closing her eyes in regret for her actions. “I won’t. I promise. I won’t do that again.”
Not even for special reindeer food. Although that reminded her that she still hadn’t gotten any.
Hmm. Probably not a good time to bring that up.
Later.
18
Marisol and Linc
24th December
Marisol knocked on the cabin door where Harry was staying.
He opened the door with a smile, his phone to his ear. He waved her in. “I have to go now, Christine. My daughter is here. I’ll send everything through. Right, yes, Merry Christmas.”
Marisol stood there, frozen. She stared at Harry, hardly daring to believe what just came out of his mouth.
“Banana? Are you okay?” Harry stood in front of her, watching her with concern.
“Do you mean it?” she asked.
His face softened. “I do. I see you as my daughter. I hope you’re okay with that.”
She flew into his arms. “More than okay. I just . . . I . . .” She burst into tears.
He rubbed her back. “Hey, now, that wasn’t supposed to make you cry. Shh. Shh. You’re gonna get me in trouble here.”
“In t-trouble?” she asked as he helped her remove her coat. He led her to the couch, helping her sit as though she was delicate.
“Yes, with your man,” he said with a small smile. “Not sure he’ll be too happy if he finds out I made you cry.”
“He’ll be okay when he finds out they’re tears of happiness.” She put her arms around his neck, hugging tight.
“I know it might seem weird to others considering we’re not blood-related and we’ve been apart for years. But I’ve never stopped thinking about you, banana. Worrying over you. Wondering if you were all right. I’ve always thought of you as my daughter.”
“And I’ve never forgotten about you. I have loved you all this time. That doesn’t go away. Much like the love you’d hold for a blood-related parent. Only this is even more special I think, don’t you?”
“I do, banana. It’s very special. I’m so glad we found each other again.”
“Me too.”
“You can call me Daddy. If you want to,” he added quickly, obviously seeing something on her face. “It’s up to you. I would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”
“It’s not that,” she said quickly, grabbing for his hand as he went to pull it back. “Can I call you something else instead?”
“Something else? Of course. Dad?”
“Or maybe Pop?”
“Pop? I like Pop.” He smiled at her.
“Me too.”
“But can I ask why? Does Daddy seem too childish?” he asked
“No, it’s not that.” She drew her hands back and clenched them together. “There’s something I haven’t told you. About me and Linc. And our relationship.”
“That so?” He leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs. “I hope you know that there is nothing you can’t tell me.”
“You won’t judge me? It’s something that most people might find odd or weird or even wrong.”
He frowned. “Is he forcing you? Hurting you?”
“Never,” she said fiercely.
“Does it hurt anyone else?”
“No, it has nothing to do with anyone else. Just us.”
He nodded. “And it’s not illegal?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I don’t see why I would think it’s odd or weird.”
“I call Linc Daddy,” she blurted out.
He gave her a confused look. “Okay, that’s an unusual nickname but I don’t see why that would be so weird as to make you nervous to tell me.”
“We’re in an age play relationship.”
“Age play?”
“Yes. Have you heard of it?”
He nodded looking thoughtful. “I actually have. I had a friend whose sister was a Little. That’s what you call yourself, yes?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“My friend thought it was wrong. He had a huge fight with his sister over it, cut her out of his life.”
She tensed. “Really? And what did you think?”
“I had never heard of it before, but I thought he was a fool to cut out his family. I don’t know much about it, but as long as you’re happy and it’s what you desire . . .”
“It is,” she told him.
“Then I would never stand in the way of what you desired. Whatever my banana needs, she’ll get. And, I would be so happy to be your Pop.”
She sunk into his arms in relief. His arms surrounded her. His acceptance and love buoyed her up. This year had been crazy, but it felt like this Christmas, she had all she could ever want and desire.
19
Sunny and Duke
24th December
Sunny checked the spare bedroom again. Duke had left early to make the long trip to get Sav. But he was due back soon. He’d taken Hatter with him for a ride, which had left her with a lot of time to fuss over Sav’s room. She thought she’d done a pretty good job of making the place feel welcoming. She’d wanted to go put some fresh flowers on the dresser, but Duke had nixed that saying Sav wasn’t a fresh flowers type of guy.
She
’d take his word for it.
Chewing her lip, she walked down the passage towards the playroom. Maybe hugging Sparkle Pony would help her nerves. She’d asked Duke whether they ought to lock the door on the playroom, but he’d told her Sav knew about their relationship. And that he’d frequented BDSM clubs before going to jail.
Sunny didn’t think her Little would come out around a stranger, so maybe she’d have a last cuddle with Sparkle Pony. Tonight, they were going to watch Christmas movies, drink hot chocolate and eat homemade pizza.
Tomorrow, it was presents, then everyone was coming around for Christmas dinner. She was so excited.
Running with a squeal, she jumped onto Sparkle Pony. She giggled as she fell on top of him. Then she slipped her leg over the side of him. “Fly Sparkle Pony! Fly!”
She made some unicorn noises. They sounded a lot like the noises a horse might make but with magic mixed in. Wait. What she needed was more magic!
“Wait there, Sparkle Pony!” she called out as she scrambled up and got some of the special reindeer food that Spike had dropped off to her yesterday. Millie had found some in a Christmas shop on her travels and bought some back for her and for Betsy.
“The reindeer won’t care if you eat some, Sparkle Pony,” she told him. “Yum, yum, yum.”
She brushed off her hands, spreading oats and glitter dust everywhere. Then she climbed back on the huge, stuffed unicorn.
“Go! Go!” She frowned. “Sparkle Pony, you don’t seem to be moving. What’s wrong? Too cold for you outside?”
She leaned forward and hugged him. “I promise I’ll still come visit you. And Daddy said that Sav won’t think I’m weird for having a playroom.”
The sound of a throat clearing had her turning. She sliding off Sparkle Pony, falling onto her butt on the floor. Which wasn’t a big fall, but the embarrassment of falling combined with being caught talking to a stuffed unicorn had tears welling in her eyes as she took in the big man standing in the doorway.
He had a neatly trimmed beard and his dark-blond hair was slicked back on his head. He was covered in tattoos. He looked like he’d had a hard life but it had only added character to his face.
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