by Maggie Ryan
“Now, where was I?” he asked, bending to kiss the tip of her nose. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, her tongue running across her bottom lip again. “Ah, that’s right. Daddy was using his tongue on his naughty, very horny, little one, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice soft with the lust he knew she’d been feeling ever since he’d removed her panties in the car.
Once again he began to lave her breasts, going even slower until she was squirming, whimpering, and arching again. It was several long moments before he drew a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling hard.
“Oh…oh, Daddy!” she cried, her chest heaving with her excitement. He took his time, suckling and flicking his tongue over the tight bud before taking it between his teeth. With his eyes on hers, he drew his head back, the movement elongating her nipple, her hiss growing sharper as he pulled back further. She bucked beneath him, her fingers opening and closing in the cuffs, her whimpers causing his cock to jerk. Releasing the nipple, he gave it a long, slow swipe of his tongue, soothing the slight pain before moving to give her other breast the same attention. By the time he began kissing a path down her flat belly, she’d flung her legs wide, the soles of her feet planted flat on the bed as she tilted her hips up.
“Eager are we?” he teased, his question asked with puffs of warm air across her skin.
“Plea…please, Daddy. I…I need—”
“Daddy knows exactly what you need, Coco.” Yes, he could read her like a book, knew what would send her off like a rocket and though he had every intention of sending her into space, it would be at his own pace. His tongue slid over the freshly shaven skin of her mons, licking along the creases of her thighs but not yet touching her sex. God, she was already soaking wet. It would take no more than a few licks of her pulsing little clittie and she’d be a goner. Leaving the poor bundle of nerves to suffer, to swell further, to pulse harder, he slid his hands beneath her bottom, squeezing each plump cheek.
“Ahhh, ohhh,” she moaned, her spanking assuring her ass was tender, and yet he could see another dribble of her nectar slip from between glistening folds. Lifting her slightly, he ran his tongue down her inner thigh. With a simple movement, he had the globes of her ass pulled apart, earning another soft moan that he so adored. Licking across her perineum had her whimpering but when he began to rim her anus, she cried out, bucking up as if to offer herself to him. He could hear the rattle of the short chains that held her cuffs to the bed and could see her trembling. If he weren’t careful, she’d come before he ever enjoyed dessert. Giving her heinie hole another graze of his tongue, he continued back up her opposite thigh. Poor little thing was practically shaking with her need. Broadening his tongue, he took one long, single, slow sweep from her anus, through the folds of her sex, over her clit and to the top of her mons.
Lifting his head, he saw her eyes glazed, her head tossing on the pillow, her nipples red from his attention and still tightly puckered. “Pure ambrosia,” he said softly, “absolutely the best dessert known to man.” Reversing direction, he took a second lick, her clit actually twitching as he gave it the softest of swipes. “No coming,” he instructed, lifting his head a second time.
“Oh, please!” she begged, “I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” he countered, speaking so that his breaths would waft across her soaked pussy. “And, Coco, if you don’t obey, then Daddy will have to punish you again, won’t he?”
Her moan was music to his ears, her shudder absolutely delightful. God, he loved teasing her, testing her and knew the struggle was real. He adored every single nuance of her battle as she fought to obey. “Answer Daddy,” he instructed, his tongue tapping against her swollen clit.
“Ye…yes, sir. Oh…oh, Daddy!”
“I want you to enjoy this as much as I do,” he said. “And, Coco, I intend to enjoy my dessert for a long, long time.” With that, he settled into his task, edging her to the precipice again and again, knowing that he could either allow her to obey or give her no choice but to fly off the cliff despite his orders. Whenever he felt her begin to tense, her sweet pussy tightening around his invading tongue, he’d grip her ass cheeks a bit tighter, reigniting the fire of her punishment. She was a writhing, arching, shuddering, babbling mess by the time his mouth hovered a fraction of an inch over her clit.
“Such a good girl. You may come, Coco. Come hard for Daddy.” With that order, he closed his lips around her pearl and suckled hard.
Her scream was magnificent, her back arching, her head thrashing as she splintered apart. He held her to him, not allowing her to relax, sucking, biting, licking her through another climax, this one harder and longer lasting than the first. Copious amounts of her cream flooded his mouth and soaked the sheets beneath her. Before she stopped spasming, he lifted himself and with a single thrust, buried himself inside her convulsing pussy. It was absolute heaven as he lifted her ass higher, burying himself balls deep at this angle. Stroke after stroke, he filled her, stretched her around his girth, had her crying out with each plunge. Her legs wrapped around his waist, their bodies one as he loved her. Driving hard and fast, pulling almost completely from her each time before burying himself deep once again, he could feel his balls tightening.
“Come with me,” he ordered, lifting her ass even higher. “I want to feel your pussy hugging my cock with your sweet contractions.” He gave several additional thrusts, grinding his pelvis against hers, his balls slapping against her upturned bottom. “Come, Coco, come for Daddy. Come now.”
She screamed again, her entire body convulsing, her pussy clamping down around his cock. God, she was so incredibly tight when she came and just as he’d ordered, her pussy’s contractions hugged every inch of his shaft, drawing his release and his cry from him as he shot jet after jet of his cum deep inside her. It was several moments before he allowed her bottom to hit the bed again, bending forward to give each of her nipples another lick, another suckle, another little nip.
Her legs slid from his waist to fall limply to the mattress. He smiled at the look of absolute satiation on her face. Yes, she’d been naughty but that had been addressed by a spanking and a paddling. Right now, she’d been the perfect angel, obeying his commands to come…and come…and come again. Moving up a bit further, he kissed her softly, swallowing her soft little mewls. Slipping from her body, he reached up and released the rings, smiling when she didn’t even attempt to move her arms as she was limp as a rag doll. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of her surroundings as he rolled her onto her tummy and pushed her hair off her shoulders to massage them. She moaned again as he soothed the muscles held captive by her restraints. Continuing, he massaged each of her arms and then her wrists as he removed the cuffs.
“Hmmm,” she sighed as he gave each wrist a kiss before returning to massage down her back. She only stirred the tiniest bit when his large palms began to knead her bottom. The skin was still slightly pink but he knew that by the morning, it would once again be pale. Giving each buttock a good massage, he then gave each a little swat.
“Ow,” she said but in a tone that told him that the smacks did nothing more than to wake her from her almost comatose state.
“It’s not time for sleep yet, little one,” he said.
“I’m tired, Daddy,” she said softly, her eyes closed, her words barely audible.
Dalton chuckled. One way to assure his little one rested was to give her multiple orgasms that had every molecule of her body seize and explode. “I know, Coco, but I have one more thing for you tonight.” She only gave another soft hum, once more on the edge of oblivion. Grinning, Dalton reached for more items from the nightstand. When the click triggered by opening the tube of lubricant didn’t even cause her to stir, he shook his head. His little one was obviously a bit further gone than he’d thought. Dribbling a bit of the emollient on his finger, he gave her an order he was sure would rouse her.
“Coco, reach back and open your cheeks for Daddy.” When she didn’
t stir, he patted her bottom. “Baby, wake up and obey Daddy. I’d hate to have to give you another spanking.”
Unsure whether it was the pat or the threat of a spanking, he didn’t really care. Her eyes opened, her cheeks flushed and she gave a soft whimper even as her hands began to move.
“Please, Daddy…I don’t—”
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he interrupted, not truly wishing to discipline her again that night. “I’m going to take your temperature.”
Small hands pulled her buttocks apart though her eyes snapped closed again. He ran his finger around her rim before applying a small dab of lube to the end of the thermometer. She whimpered as he slid it into her bottom but he didn’t hesitate to seat it deeply. While he waited for her temperature to register, he rubbed slow circles along her lower back, calming her. “That’s my girl,” he said softly, “such a good little girl.” He occasionally gave the long glass rod a twirl, pulled it out a bit only to reseat it, all to assure that Coco would not forget what was happening. Every move was accompanied by a soft sound but he knew that none were of pain or even discomfort. He also knew that was about to change. Withdrawing the tube, he read it, happy that her temperature read as normal. The moment the rod had slid from her bottom, she’d released her cheeks.
“No, Coco,” he softly chided. “Daddy didn’t give you permission to release. Open those cheeks again and show Daddy your little heinie hole.”
“What are you going to do?”
Her complete sentence, uttered with absolutely no hesitation, told him she was fully awake. “Obey me,” he said, not answering her question. With a sigh, she once more pulled her cheeks apart. “Wider please.” A soft whimper accompanied her obedience as he reached for the final item, giving it a very light coating of lube. He didn’t speak until he had the tip pressed against her tightly puckered opening.
“Loosen up, Coco. I don’t want you clenching. It will only make it harder and, young lady, it doesn’t matter what Daddy is doing, you will let me in, won’t you?”
“Ye…yes, sir.”
He almost chuckled knowing that though she’d agreed, she’d really prefer he not do anything. That choice had been taken away with her submission. Giving a little push, he watched her reluctant hole fight against the invasion. When she actually attempted to push his hand away, he gave a loud, exaggerated sigh, removed the item, took both her hands in one of his and then gave each cheek a series of hard, crisp slaps.
“No! Ow! Daddy, no!” she cried, her hips wagging as if that would keep him from his target. “I’ll be good!”
“I’m not interested in promises, young lady. I want obedience.” Her bottom was rapidly turning red, the swats assuring she’d be even more tender the next day.
“Please, Daddy! I’ll do it!”
“Do what?” he asked, slapping her bottom again, the flesh jiggling before stilling only to be set in motion again with his next swat.
“I’ll open!”
“Open what?”
“My cheeks!”
“And?”
“My…my heinie hole!”
“If I have to tell you again, I’ll be getting my belt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” she wailed.
Releasing her hands, he was immensely pleased to see that they instantly went to her now reddened globes, yanking them apart. Picking up the plug again, he set it once more at her entrance. With its touch, her bottom lifted a bit, her obedience shown in the opening of her anus. He began to seat the plug, keeping it just barely inside as he watched her ring slowly loosen. “That’s better,” he said, pushing a bit more. He’d intended to simply insert the plug but with her disobedience, his plan changed. Every move forward was countered with a withdrawal, the plug sinking deeper each time and yet never settling. Her soft whimpers of discomfort became moans as her mind finally accepted the fact that her daddy was in control and that despite her wants, her bottom would be invaded at his will. Dalton fucked her ass with the plug a few more minutes, watching as her hips began to lift as if to follow every withdrawal. She might protest every single time, but his little one was definitely anal erotic. With a final push, he inserted the entire length of the plug. It was not a large one by any means, but she was still adjusting to any anal play. Giving it a final twist and a slight tug to assure it was well seated, he patted her bottom.
“All that fussing for nothing. Your ladybug looks so precious nestled between your cheeks. The wings are almost the same color as your hot little ass.” He didn’t mention that her facial cheeks were almost as red. Giving her bottom another pat, he said, “You may release.”
Once she had, her cheeks not able to fully close due to the large ladybug that decorated the end of the plug, assuring it wouldn’t slip fully inside her heinie, he stood and picked her up. “Time for bed,” he said, cradling her against his chest.
“I want to sleep with you, Daddy,” she whined.
“Not tonight. We leave very early in the morning, and Daddy wants you to get a good night’s sleep.” She fussed as he carried her across the hall and into her room. While the rest of the house was full of antiques and massive furniture, her room was the exact opposite. The walls were light pink, the trim pristine white. Shelves laden with stuffed animals, books, and toys filled one wall. A large white, rocking chair sat in one corner of the room, a small stool occupied another. Against another wall stood a tall, leather topped table where he would attend to any one of the necessities required to provide for his little one. Lacy curtains hung at the window, the lace duplicated in the canopy that hung over her four poster, twin sized bed. It too had been custom made, making it high enough that she had to give a small jump to get into it, or her daddy had to place her on it. He set her down beside the bed and went to the dresser which was also white with large ladybug drawer pulls. Selecting two items, he returned to her.
“Arms up,” he ordered and when she obeyed, he pulled the pink nightgown over her head. Kneeling, he ordered her to lift her feet, pulling a pair of pink, ruffled panties up her legs and over her bottom. Pulling back the patchwork quilt in reds, pinks, and white, he then lifted her and slid her between the sheets.
“Hands,” he instructed, ignoring her soft whimper. The last time he’d put her to bed with a plug in her ass, she’d removed it. That had not only earned her a very harsh paddling followed by a long session on her training stool, the protruding dildo he’d attached seated deeply in her rear as she wrote line after line promising never to touch her heinie plug again, had also assured that she’d have her hands restrained for the next few times when she was put to bed while plugged. He put her into the cuffs attached to her bed, making sure there was plenty of give in the length of leather that ran from her wrists to the headboard. She turned onto her side, and he pulled the covers up, tucking her in.
“Sleep well, little one,” he said, bending to kiss her cheek. “Have sweet dreams. I love you, Coco.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she said sleepily, her eyes already closed as he stood and flipped on the baby monitor on top of her dresser. He stood in the doorway for several minutes just watching the love of his life as she drifted into sleep. Lord, he loved her so.
Chapter Six
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
The cheerfully given instruction was met with a grumble as Colette protested, her attempt to roll away thwarted by a large palm pulling her back. Covers that had surrounded her with warmth were whisked down but she didn’t open her eyes until fingers ran up her short nightie and began to tickle her tummy.
“No!” she screeched, her body twisting a bit. “Daddy, stop!”
A deep chuckle and gorgeous brown eyes met hers when she finally acknowledged that sleepy time was over. There was no way she couldn’t return his smile or keep her body from responding when the pink gown was lifted and fingers moved to brush over her breasts, awakening her nipples instantly.
“Ah, there’s my perky girl.”
“Daddy!” she squealed, giggling
as he bent to give each pointed peak a kiss. His lips brushed across her own before he stood, unlocking her cuffs. She lifted her arms to drape around his neck as he lifted her from the bed. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she decided that snuggling against his chest was even better than burrowing beneath the quilt. He didn’t put her down until they’d reached the bathroom where the tub had already been filled. Placing her on the table, it took mere seconds for him to strip her gown from her.
“Lay back, babygirl.”
The leather surface was cool against her skin, her nipples again puckering. Dalton put his fingertips into the waistband of her panties. “Lift up.” Once she had, the garment was lowered and dropped into the hamper. “All right, babygirl, hug your knees.”
It was only as she pulled her knees to her chest that the pressure the move caused had her remembering she was holding a plug in her bottom. Dalton began to work it from her heinie hole, the removal causing her to whine and gasp as nerve endings reawakened.
“Shh, Daddy’s almost got it,” he said, one hand spreading her cheeks while the other tugged.
“It hurts,” she whined again, though it didn’t really hurt…well, nothing but her sense of modesty. She would prefer to be on her tummy. Pressing her face into the soft leather allowed her to block the view of what her daddy was doing to her bottom. This knee hugging position was very embarrassing as she could see her daddy’s eyes directed on a part of her anatomy that was so very private.
