“More clothes, Daddy?”
He smiled. “Well, yes, that, too.” He turned to her and took her hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. “I want you to pick two new bears, sweetheart. We’ll make them a boy and a girl. Okay?”
“Bears?”
He nodded, kissing her hands before gently squeezing them. “Bears. I think it’s time we send this very last ghost packing for good, don’t you?”
Part of her wanted to collapse right there, to break down sobbing in his arms. Not in a bad way, either.
That he knew her so well, better than she knew herself…
There wasn’t a single molecule of doubt anywhere in her body that she’d made the right decision. That she could trust him. That she could let him know her, all of her, the pretty and the ugly, the light—and the dark.
He wanted her, wanted all of her.
She realized she’d been thinking about it too long when his brow furrowed. “Sweetheart?”
She nodded, smiling. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
He pulled her into his arms. In her ear, he softly said, “That’s my very good girl.”
Her clit instantly throbbed, her pussy already growing wet.
Damn him.
She loved it.
She loved him.
He kissed the side of her neck. “And?”
She closed her eyes and struggled not to burst out laughing. “I’m apparently your very well-trained girl, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl.”
He turned her to face the bins of animals waiting to be chosen and stuffed. Then he gently patted her panty-free ass.
Fortunately they would head home from here. She suspected he’d planned it that way, waiting to trigger her until after they’d reached their last destination so she wouldn’t end up with a wet spot on her dress until they returned home.
Although, if he listened too long to Tony, Seth, Rob, and the others, he might develop a little bit of a sadistic streak and start trying more covert things in public that he knew he could get away with.
She loved the possibility of that. Loved that she knew he would never go too far, would never do anything to put either of them at risk.
That didn’t mean he might not push her and stretch some boundaries.
With him standing right behind her, so close she could feel the warmth of his body through her sundress, she looked at every bear they had. She tipped her head back to look at him. “The same or different bears, Daddy?”
“Your choice, sweetheart.”
She eventually picked out a beige one and a pink one.
“Which is which?”
She held them close and looked up at him, an eyebrow arched at him in disbelief. “Really?”
He shrugged. “Hey, I’m not judgmental. You can have a pink boy bear if you want.”
Nearly an hour later, both bears had full wardrobes. She’d also purchased several new outfits for Max and Lil Lobo. She carried the boxes holding the bears, while he carried the shopping bags with all the clothes and accessories.
She’d named them Peter and Lydia, after her parents.
After they tucked everything into the backseat and were settled in the car, he turned to her with a grin.
“What, Daddy?” she asked, a tendril of the good kind of fear racing through her.
He arched his eyebrows at her and looked at the hem of her dress.
She was a quick study. She spread her legs and lifted her hem, exposing her shaved pussy to him.
He leaned over and reached between her legs, his fingers gently probing as he whispered in her ear, “Who’s my good girl?”
The slight throbbing she’d been feeling in her clit turned into a full-blown aching need as he slowly fucked his fingers into her pussy. They slid right in, too, as wet as she was.
“I’m your good girl, Daddy.” She leaned her head back against the seat and struggled to keep her eyes focused on him.
Every thrust of his fingers slid along her clit, teasing her.
“I think,” he said, “I could sit here all day and do this to you until you come.”
She whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Ooh.” With his free hand, he grabbed one of her hands and placed it on the front of his slacks. Her palm and fingers molded around his stiff cock. “I won’t deny when we’re like this”—he pressed her hand hard against his cock—“you calling me Sir turns me right the hell on faster than anything.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He let go of her hand and took hold of her left nipple through the sundress. He hadn’t let her put on a bra, either. She whimpered again as he pinched her nipple.
In her pussy, his hand worked harder, faster, thrusting, fucking her.
Owning her.
Her breathing grew faster, almost in time with his thrusts, until she was nearly ready to come, so close—
She let out a cry as he stopped, withdrawing his fingers from her cunt and pressing them against her lips. “Clean them off.”
Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sucked.
“Aw, my poor girl. You look so preciously desperate right now.”
“Mmm.” Which meant, Why the hell did you stop?
Once she’d sucked her juices off his fingers, he let go of her nipple and sat back. He had her put her dress down, and pulled her hand from his cock, putting it back in her lap.
“Keep your legs spread all the way home, sweetheart.” She’d kill for that evilly playful smile he now wore.
Hell, she’d let him fuck her right there on the hood of the car, in the middle of the parking lot.
That shocked her a little to realize, and shocked her even more to realize she didn’t care if he did it.
“Yes, Sir.”
She could barely think, much less talk, on the short drive home. He pulled the car into the garage and once the door was down, he made her wait. He got out, walked around to her side, and opened the door for her. Then he held her hand as she got out and led her over to the hood of the car.
After placing his own palm on the warm hood, to check to see how hot it was, he pushed her forward. “Hands flat on the hood. Legs spread. Don’t move.”
She immediately complied, her heart racing.
Behind her, he raised the hem of her dress, gathering it onto her back. She felt him step between her legs, followed by the sound of him unfastening his belt and undoing his zipper.
Then the feel of his slacks pressing against the backs of her thighs, his feet forcing hers out a little wider, one hand on her waist, the other between her legs.
“Who’s my good girl?”
“I’m your good girl, Sir.”
“That’s right. Does my good girl want to be fucked?”
“Please fuck your good girl, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Do I sense a little desperation in your tone?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down through the juices now coating not only her pussy, but her inner thighs. “Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He stopped. “I beg your pardon?”
Mind racing, she guessed. “Your good girl wants your cock inside her. Please!”
He thrust, hard and deep and fast and shoving her against the car.
She let out a gasp of shock and pleasure.
“Fuck, that was the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, his voice hoarse. His other hand settled on her waist and he started fucking her, hard, fast, deep.
And from her position, all she could do was lie there and take it.
And she loved it.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asked.
“I want to, Sir.”
He slowed down, pacing himself. “I plan on fucking you all day, sweetheart,” he said, his voice now strained from the effort of holding back. Her nipples chafed against the fabric of her dress, and combined with the heat from the engine under the hood, it all felt deliciously, evilly sexy.
“When I’m done fucking you here, you can keep that dress on. I want you to feel my cum running down your legs until I’m ready to let you clean up. After I fuck you a few more times and make sure that pussy’s nice and full, I’m going to start playing with your ass. By the time we go to sleep tonight, I’m going to come in that sweet ass of yours. Understand?”
Hell, she wanted him to do it right that moment. “Yes, Sir!”
He stopped, lightly slapping her ass. “What was that?”
“Yes, Sir, I want you to please fuck your good girl’s ass.”
He leaned forward, his weight pressing her against the hood. “Such a good girl.” With his cock buried all the way inside her, he reached around and found her clit and tweaked it, lightly pinching. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come hard.”
She did, crying out, her pussy clamping around the stiff cock now deep inside her.
“That’s my good girl.” He started fucking her again, hard and fast, slamming her thighs against the front of the car. She suspected she’d have bruises on the fronts of her thighs the next morning.
She was good with that.
When he finally caught up and exploded, falling still with his cock buried all the way inside her, pulsing and beginning the start of his promise as his balls emptied his cum into her, he let out a content sigh. “That’s number one.”
She tried to laugh, but couldn’t, still catching her breath. It came out as breathless, soundless chuckles.
Then he bit the back of her shoulder, hard, making her cry out again, and starting her clit throbbing once more.
“I wasn’t kidding, sweetheart,” he said. He sat up enough he could slide a hand between them, and, without pulling out his cock, worked a finger inside the seam of her ass, finding her rim.
He didn’t press forward. “I bought a couple of tubes of lube, sweetheart, and some condoms,” he said. “The next step of your training is going to start tonight. I’m going to get you used to having my cock in one place, a nice big dildo or butt plug in the other, and you coming for me as many times as I want you to.” He laughed. “Of course, I really like what Tony does, using a butt plug, a dildo, and then having Shay suck him off.”
She let out a little gasp that froze him. He leaned in once more. “Did I just feel your pussy squeeze my cock, sweetheart?”
There wasn’t any use lying to him about it. “Yes, Sir.”
“You liked that idea, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled her up off the hood and wrapped both arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Then I think our next goal will be for the party at Tony’s on Friday night. You’re going to get tied down to the bench, stuffed full in your pussy and your ass with a dildo and butt plug, and you’re going to suck my cock while I use a Hitachi on your clit. Is that what you want? Out in the open so everyone can see you take it?”
She had to swallow to form spit, her pussy greedily grabbing at his cock, which had started swelling and growing hard again. “Please train your good girl to take a butt plug so you can tie her to the bench, stuff her full, and she can suck your cock.”
“In front of everyone at Tony’s party?” He’d done forced orgasm play on her before at the private parties, and even some at the club. But he’d never taken it to that step at any of the private parties before, of fucking her or having her suck him off. Not out in the open like that.
She belonged to him. Among their friends, she didn’t care who knew it. Their play barely bumped a seismograph reading compared to how some of their friends played. “Your good girl wants you to do it at Tony’s party in front of everyone,” she whispered.
He chuckled, his cock now hard inside her once more. He pushed her back down onto the hood. “Such a good girl you are. Let’s go for number two, shall we?”
THE END
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