by Maren Smith
As if he’d read her mind, Saul’s hand slipped down so he could rub his thumb over her clit, stimulating the little nubbin and confusing the sensations running through her even more. Vicky moaned, tightening around him as pleasure washed over her, which also increased the stinging burn.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he said in a deep, crooning voice. She moaned, shuddering, and felt his body come to rest against hers, his cock fully buried inside of her ass. It didn’t feel so bad.
Then he started to move.
The stimulation was completely different from having her pussy fucked. It hurt more, but that turned her on rather than off. Her belly cramped for a moment and then twisted and released, making her gasp at the odd sensation.
Long slow strokes of his cock in and out of her ass, all the while he stared down at her, watching her face… watching her changing expression… watching her struggle to take him and then finally relax into it. All the while his thumb circled over her clit, spreading her slick arousal across the little bud and sending her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh fuck… Saul… Daddy…” She managed to correct herself before he could correct her and her ass spasmed around him, pussy clenching as her pleasure began to overtake the pain.
His response was to start fucking her harder, the rough thrusts sending her soaring as he rubbed her clit faster. Vicky clutched at the sheets, tears beginning to slide down the sides of her face from the sensations flooding her. She was going to orgasm while he fucked her ass.
And that thought was enough to send her soaring, screaming in ecstasy as he continued to ride her hard.
In the throes of her passion, she was dimly aware of him reaching his own peak, the sensation of his cock throbbing inside of her, and the wet heat as he emptied himself into her.
By the time he came back from the bathroom with a warm cloth to clean her off, she was already fast asleep.
Saul
Waking up before Vicky, Saul stealthily managed to slip out of her hold. With a little sigh, she turned over and hugged the teddy bear he’d gotten her instead, and he grinned. The new position also allowed him to inspect her ass, which didn’t look any worse for the wear, although her anus looked a bit pinker than usual. No lasting damage though.
Considering how much she’d enjoyed herself; anal sex was definitely going to be a part of their future.
Humming happily under his breath, he quietly got dressed, picked out the clothes he wanted her to wear and left them on the bed before heading into the kitchen to make them breakfast.
He was only about halfway done when she appeared in the doorway, dressed in the rainbow t-shirt and blue jean shorts he’d left out for her. Maybe one day they’d get new clothes for her, if she turned out to have a little side, but in the meantime, this was close enough. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes, squinting at him.
“Morning.”
He raised his eyebrow at her, waiting, and she flushed.
“Um, I mean, good morning, Daddy.”
“Good morning, baby girl,” he said, gesturing at the table. “Sit down. Breakfast is almost ready.”
He’d made blueberry pancakes in the shape of Micky Mouse heads. It was simple enough to do, but definitely not their usual breakfast fare. Normally they had some kind of eggs and either sausage or bacon, with fruit on the side, unless they went out to eat. In restaurants, Vicky almost always ordered blueberry pancakes for breakfast if they were available, so Saul had decided they would make this morning a little special by having them at home.
Of course, when they were out to eat, the pancakes weren’t shaped like a cartoon.
Vicky blinked in surprise when he put the plate down in front of her, staring at it with incomprehension. Then she looked up at him, her brow furrowed.
“Do you want me to act like a little kid today?”
“I want you to act however you want to act. This is about you discovering who you are, not about me imposing myself on you.” He sat down next to her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Her eyes lit up when she saw he’d made his pancakes into a mouse head too. Saul took a sip of his orange juice to cover his smile. Somehow, he’d known she’d react like that.
Vicky
Mmm. Blueberry pancakes. One of her favorites. She tended to reserve them as a special treat, which Saul had clearly picked up on. That he wanted her to have a special treat today made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It didn’t do anything about how sore her ass was, both inside and out, but she kind of liked the soreness if she was being honest.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked.
“Is there anything you want to do?” he countered, and Vicky made a face.
Normally she spent her days off trying out new recipes for the next competition. “Um, well, I found a recipe for—”
“No.” Saul gave her a firm look. “No practicing. No baking.”
“No baking at all? What if I want chocolate chip cookies or something?” She didn’t even know why she was challenging him—although chocolate chip cookies were never a bad thing to have around. It just irked her that he put his foot down like that after asking her what she wanted to do.
“Then we can make chocolate chip cookies this afternoon. Together.” He gave her another stern look. Ugh. Why did that have to make her feel all melty and weak inside? “But no practicing for next week’s competition. You need some time off from that. Choose something else. Anything else.”
“Well…” She said slowly. “It’s been a while since I played Animal Crossing. And they do have that new summer update.”
She kind of expected him to give her a hard time, because Saul had not understood when she’d become obsessed with the game. While he played video games every once in a while, he needed a clear end and always tackled the games with a single-minded focus until he reached the final scene. Vicky did too, but she found it more stressful than enjoyable. Animal Crossing was so open ended, she couldn’t stress about it.
To her surprise, he just nodded his head without making a comment. “Okay sweetheart, go play your game. I’ll clean up.”
Wow, no cooking and no doing the dishes? For a moment, Vicky considered protesting, because she didn’t like feeling as though she wasn’t pulling her weight, but then she remembered that she was supposed to be doing as he told her. He’d just told her to go play her game.
Okay then.
Several hours later, Saul stopped her for lunch, and she took the opportunity to show him the changes she’d made around her island that morning and the new stuff she’d gotten thanks to the update. He wasn’t any more interested than he’d been in it before, but he did seem to get enjoyment out of her enjoyment.
“See? And this is my café…. And my fishing area… and I just started this pirate bar on the beach, even though I don’t have much stuff yet, but I’m going to get some more…” She looked up to see Saul grinning at her. “What?”
“You’re just so cute,” he said, bopping her nose with his finger. “I have to admit, I’d forgotten how excited you get about this game. I wish I’d pushed you to play it sooner.”
“Ah, so it does have a point after all, is that what you’re saying?” she teased. That had been his main contention with it—the lack of point.
“It absolutely does, and I stand corrected.”
This time, she helped do the dishes after lunch and they got set up to make cookies. There was a part of her that wanted to get back to her game… but she wanted to spend some time with Saul on her day off too. Even if it was making something she could do in her sleep.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t as much fun as she’d anticipated it being because Saul kept acting as though he was supervising her.
“Don’t forget to tap the cup,” he said, as soon as she scooped the flour, but before she could tap it.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know.”
“Just a pinch of salt,” he reminded her when she picked up the container. “Not too much.”
> She muttered something uncomplimentary under her breath.
“Don’t—”
“Daddy, stop!” She finally snapped, cutting him off. “I know how to make cookies! I’m a good baker!”
It wasn’t until he smirked, leaning back from her with his arms crossed over her chest, that she realized what had popped out of her mouth without her even thinking about it. Yes, it was just over cookies, but it was also true. She didn’t need his help, not with the cookies and not with the competition. Even if she never won, she was still a darn good baker. There was no shame in someone being better than her.
Pressing her lips together she glared at him. “Did you have to annoy the heck out of me just to make a point?”
“Maybe not,” he admitted, snaking his arm around her and pulling her in for a kiss. “But it was awfully fun.”
She poured a cup of flour over his head.
The spanking was totally worth it.
Saul
Vicky’s reddened bottom bounced up and down as she rode his cock.
Unsurprisingly, the spanking after she’d doused him with flour had led to both of them being horny and he’d decided to put her on top and let her have some fun. The reverse cowgirl position was always especially nice after a spanking because he could play with her sore cheeks.
Now he also got to listen to her whimper when he brushed his fingertip across her anus, rubbing the tender spot. Her bouncing slowed and then she gasped when he popped his thumb into her ass. Both her pussy and her ass clenched down hard around him.
“Keep going, baby girl,” he said, giving her butt a little smack with his free hand. “Daddy wants to feel you cum all over his cock again.”
With a little moan, she started riding him again, faster than before, grinding down on top of him as her muscles tightened around him. Crying out, she threw her head back and Saul reached up to tug on her hair with his free hand, his thumb pushing deeper into her ass as she started to orgasm.
“Oh Daddy… oh yes, Daddy… Daddy, I’m coming!”
His cock pulsed inside of her, her pussy milking him dry while he shuddered with pleasure beneath her.
Just in time too. The timer for the cookies went off a minute later.
Epilogue
Vicky
This was the best dessert she’d ever made for the competition.
Simple, but delicious, and inspired by her cookie-making afternoon with Saul. It was an oversized bacon chocolate chip cookie baked in an iron griddle and topped with a scoop of bourbon ice cream. Yum. Because those cookies had been delicious and nostalgic all in one and she’d started thinking that maybe she didn’t need to try and make things complicated.
Which also helped out when it came to actually making it. She didn’t feel nearly as stressed, which might also be because of Saul. Her Daddy. While she didn’t think she was a Little, having a Daddy to take care of her really had made a huge difference, for both her and Saul. He was loving being her Daddy Dom and she adored being his baby girl.
She didn’t act like a baby, but she was able to really let go and let him take care of her now. Not all the time, but a lot of the time. He indulged in spoiling her and she indulged in resting, which was something she’d struggled with before.
“Oh, this is amazing,” Chef Rachel said, closing her eyes as she savored the mouthful of cookie and ice cream. “The flavor combination is just fantastic. I love the little bit of nostalgia too, taking a classic childhood dessert and turning it into something adult.”
Chef Saul winked at Vicky and she grinned back at him.
“Gorgeous,” he said. “The flavors are gorgeous and the cookie melts in my mouth. Just the right amount of butter.”
From a few feet away, Audrey grinned at her and gave her thumbs up. That was something else Vicky was a little embarrassed about. Earlier this week Audrey had been over the moon—apparently, she’d met a woman on a dating site, and they’d gone on their first date this past week after having been talking for over a month. She had absolutely no interest in Darnell, she just really admired him.
Vicky was thankful she hadn’t shared that particular theory with anyone.
She was a little nervous though. Even though Chef Saul and Chef Rachel were saying nothing but good things about her cookie, they’d been the same way about Audrey’s upside-down pineapple rum cake, and they still hadn’t tried Darnell’s.
Watching anxiously as they moved over to him, she realized that for the very first time, she was anxious in the right way. She knew she had done well, and she wanted the win, but she also knew there was every chance Darnell had done better. It wouldn’t take away from what she had made, but it might deprive her of the win. She did still want the win, but… it was different.
“Oh my…” Chef Rachel sounded almost awed, compelling both Audrey and Vicky to crane their necks toward them. Unlike Audrey and Vicky, Darnell had gone for something experimental rather than traditional; a base of poppy seed sponge cake with a tarragon Bavarian cream and lemon curd dome on top of it, glazed, with delicate lines of chocolate drizzled over it.
Honestly, Vicky already knew it looked more like something that the restaurant should serve. Her dessert was delicious, but its appearance wasn’t nearly as elegant. If Darnell’s tasted as good as it looked…
He was practically vibrating, he was so nervous, waiting for the final verdict. Vicky’s heart went out to him, he looked like he might just shake himself apart.
Shaking his head, Chef Saul didn’t say a word. He just held out his hand and everyone audibly gasped. Vicky swallowed hard. She could count on one hand the number of times Saul had offered someone a handshake.
Darnell looked like he might faint, but he reached out and shook Chef Saul’s hand.
“Scrumptious,” Chef Rachel finally said. “Simply phenomenal.”
Both Vicky and Audrey exchanged glances, holding back giggles. Vicky didn’t think she’d ever heard anyone actually use the word scrumptious outside of television shows.
Even before Saul turned to give her an apologetic look, she already knew she’d lost. She just smiled back at him. Her cookie was fantastic, and she was looking forward to trying Darnell’s concoction if it was even better.
After all the judging was over, and she finally got to taste it, she had to admit she didn’t envy Rachel and Saul the job of judging. The desserts were all so different. The cookie appealed to her the most, but the Lemon Dome Surprise—as they’d decided to call it—was incredibly good. She didn’t blame Rachel and Saul for choosing it. It was sweet, tart, fresh, and perfect for the summer. Maybe she could play around with the cookie recipe and submit it again in the winter when it would have a better chance.
When they got into the car to go home, Saul reached over to take her hand. “I’m sorry, baby girl. Your cookie really was incredible.”
“I know, Daddy,” she said, leaning over for a kiss. The relief in his expression almost made her giggle. “But Darnell’s dessert was out of this world. I did my best and that’s what matters.”
Grabbing her and pulling her in for a harder kiss, Saul kept hold of her, pressing his forehead against hers even after he’d ended the kiss.
“I love you so much, sweetheart, and I am so proud of you.”
“Thanks, Chef Daddy,” she teased, making him chuckle. “I’m proud of me, too.”
She really was, but mostly she was happy. She already had everything she needed, and if she ever did win the weekly special, it would just be the cherry on top of the sundae.
The End
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Eden Bradley
About The Author
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley has written erotic romance for Berkley, Bantam, Harlequin, Samhain Publishing and Black Lace Books, as well as indie publishing. Her work has been translated into twelve languages.
Eden also works as a sex educator. She speaks on kink psychology, safety a
nd practice, as well as sex positive culture for women. She also offers a series of writing craft courses. She’s a devoted dog-mom and animal rescue advocate, and is obsessed with reality TV.
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Chapter One
Tuesday mornings are always my Monday mornings, and this one feels all-too painfully Monday-ish, after the bottle of wine my best friend Roxy and I polished off last night. I’m fumbling with my key to the Rox and Rose, and juggling the two large cups of coffee I picked up at the corner café, when the door of the salon opens from the inside.
“Good morning, sunshine!” Roxy, who’s my boss as well as my best friend, smiles widely as she lets me in, looking far too fresh and chipper.
“Ugh! Rox, aren’t you the least bit hungover?”
“You know I can drink any sailor under the table, Noelle. Here, honey.”
Roxy takes the coffee from me and drops two ibuprofen into my hand in exchange.
