Desiring the Forbidden

by Megan Michaels

  “Uh, I think I might pass on that for as long as I possibly can. The last thing I need is both of you watching me.”

  “It’s only a problem if you don’t behave, sweetie. One of these days you really need to try staying out of trouble for longer than a few hours. It’s amazing. It’s something that people know as ‘adults’ do every day.” Cade laughed, knowing that his sassy daughter would be muttering under her breath and rolling her eyes. “I see you!” he shouted, and his mind’s eye could almost see her jump.

  “Daddy!” She dragged his name out.

  “I’m in my parking lot at work and need to go. But come home with Dylan for Fourth of July. We’ll have a cookout with some family and go to the fireworks in town.”

  Brittney didn’t even hesitate. “Yes! We’ll be there. Tell Sunni I’ll call her this weekend.”

  “Will do, pumpkin. Behave. Love you.”

  Chapter 21

  Zachary and Jared were put away for ten years in Federal prison for rape and attempted rape. And during the course of the investigation, the men told the police the names of their contacts under them. As a result of rolling up their network of contacts too, any threat that was hanging over Sunni’s head had disappeared.

  His life with Sunni would go forward as if these frightening events had never happened. He looked forward to exploring where this would lead. He couldn’t imagine life without her — his girl — and he looked forward to many more years with her.

  But that day he had only one thing on his mind — taking his girl’s beautiful ass. Sunni had been waiting at home, plugged and aroused all day. He couldn’t wait to be balls deep in that dark channel.

  It seemed that no matter what he did with his Sunni, he found himself desiring the forbidden.

  * * *

  Sunni tried ignoring the plug. She tried cleaning to distract herself, but washing the floors on her hands and knees, ass up in the air, only made the plug dance inside her dark channel, spurring her clit to keep up and dance too. And even though she knew she couldn’t masturbate, she did get a few good, hard rubs in, her hips jerking so hard, and her juices letting down so quickly, that she knew she’d come if she kept it up. Her most difficult task that day seemed to be the struggle to exert at least a semblance of control upon her insatiable sex drive.

  Making the bed, she ground her mound upon the hard edge of the mattress, the plug jostling, sliding along sensitive tissue that had her groaning in need once again. However, she knew better than to orgasm, and obediently pulled her trembling body off the mattress.

  When she’d finally curled up with a book on the chair by the fire, she knew it would be the diversion she’d been looking for. But when the hero grabbed the woman, bent her over, hiked her skirt up over her ass and buried his face in her hot, dripping cunt, Sunni didn’t even have to touch herself. Finally, she’d tumbled helplessly over the cliff, and into the orgasm she’d been combating all morning.

  And it was glorious!

  Disobedient. But glorious, nonetheless. After she’d recuperated — and her hips had stopped jerking — with the subsequent orgasms, she mulled over her options and how she’d tell Cade — Daddy — that she’d broken his rule. He had pretty strict rules about orgasms. That wasn’t entirely true though. He really only had one rule:

  Only Daddy decides when, where and how Sunni has an orgasm.

  Technically, she didn’t even know it was going to happen, so she couldn’t be held liable for it. Right? It seemed logical. She decided that would be her defense.

  Looking out the window, Officer Brown was still watching the house. Dammit! Going to the store or mall apparently wasn’t an option. She could have done laundry, but climbing up and down the stairs with a plug might have been more than she could handle. Her nerve endings were already raw and it wouldn’t take much to throw her into a second climax.

  Her phone vibrated on the table. Cade.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi, sweet pea, how are you?” He sounded particularly cheerful, which hopefully meant court had gone as expected.

  “I’m good, Daddy. Did it go okay?”

  “Just as we planned. No problems or hitches. You’re safe.”

  “Oh, thank God.”

  “Oh, baby. Were you worried?” His voice was edged with concern, the sound of it warming her insides.

  “Yes. I mean… things sometimes don’t go as expected. And in my life, more often than not, it’s the way things go.” She’d been disappointed too many times to count, and the system had never been something she felt she could rely upon.

  “It worked out this time, Sunni. Now, to the bigger question on my mind. Have you been a good girl for Daddy?”

  She hesitated. She really didn’t want to discuss this on the phone. It would be better in person. “I’m always a good girl, you know that.”

  She giggled, because he didn’t know that. It seemed in the past month she’d been with him, she was always being spanked or punished for something. She never saw herself as someone who disobeyed or ran against the grain, but learning to submit and give up control had proven to be a surprisingly difficult task.

  His deep, rolling laugh had her smiling. “Okay. I’ll take that as an… answer. I’m already on my way. Close all the blinds on the first floor. I want you naked, ass up, kneeling on the coffee table, bottom facing the door.”

  And those were the very commands that she so often found herself fighting against. On the coffee table? What if some little girl came to the house selling cookies? Or a politician with a flyer? “Oh, God. Daaaaddy!”

  “Sweet Pea, do as you’re told.”

  That voice.

  The voice that didn’t — and wouldn’t — brook any disobedience. The voice that said, “You better do as you’re told — or else.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Oh, and Sunni?”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “Don’t think I missed that you didn’t answer the question about being a good girl. We’ll discuss that when I get home too.” Click. He hung up the phone and she had no doubt the abrupt ending of the conversation was intentional. He wanted to leave her with the warning, letting her think and worry a bit. And each time he did that to her, she gushed with her juices, her arousal ramping up instantly.

  She went to the large windows facing the front yard, closing the mini blinds, then drawing all the curtains as requested.

  She stood in front of the table, turning to look at the door, imagining how she’d look when he walked into the house. She didn’t want to be that vulnerable. But that was the point of submission — giving up control, letting yourself trust the dominant partner completely.

  She grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Undoing her bra next, she tossed it onto the pile of clothing. Her nipples were already hardened points from the constant sexual tension thrumming through her body. Soon Cade would bring her to her release, and Sunni could hardly wait. Her fingers undid the button on her jeans, pushing them over her hips and down her legs. Laying the denim over the rest of her clothes, she took a deep breath, hooking her thumbs into her panties, removing the last thing that preserved her modesty. Momentarily forgetting about her bejeweled plug, she snagged the elastic waistband on the corner of the dark blue flange jutting from her cheeks. The movement of the plug, and sudden strain on her tight ring of muscles made her gasp loudly, and she jerked upright again.

  “Holy fuck!” Thankfully, her Daddy wasn’t around to hear her swear. She lightly touched her plug. “God, I won’t do that again,” she muttered to herself. Her panties had puddled at her feet, and she kicked them away.

  She couldn’t just lie there with her ass facing the door though, so… exposed.

  How would I know if someone has a key to get into his house?

  She would face the door sideways, that way she’d be able to partially follow his command.

  She’d never anticipated being with this man, her best friend’s father. She had always loved him on some level o
r another. Not having had a father as a little girl, it had affected who she was as a person, changed her deep inside, leaving her with a gaping hole that no one — and nothing — could fill. She had tried to fill it with men, alcohol, food — or lack thereof — work, and exercise. You name the vice, she’d tried to use it to fulfill that yearning, that gnawing need.

  But then Cade had come along and he’d been exactly what she’d always needed. He had the key to her loneliness and sadness. Just a text from him saying, “How’s my girl today?” or “Have you been good today?” warmed her in ways that she struggled to put into words.

  She had envied Brittney when they were little, and when invited to spend the night or day at her house, Sunni always leapt at the chance. She never could get enough of the attention and care Cade offered, even then. But she never in a million years would have guessed that she’d be sharing her life with this man. This father figure — her Daddy.

  Daddy’s truck rumbled into the driveway. She quickly pivoted so her ass was facing the door, arching her back to present properly — the way he’d taught her. Of course, the plug jostled as she moved, making her shudder. The key turned in the lock and then he stood in the doorway. He whistled loud and long, before closing the front door behind him, flipping the deadbolt.

  Though she wanted to, she didn’t look over her shoulder, deciding to stay still and silent, waiting for his direction. His boots clomped on the floor as he took each one off. “So, tell me, Madison, has your cute little backside been up and facing the door the whole time?

  Shit!

  “Uhm… kinda.”

  Without his boots off, he moved almost silently, sneaking up on her. He smacked each cheek so hard that she gripped the edge of the table, her body lurching forward.

  “‘Kinda’ means yes — and no. Any form of ‘no’ is not doing as you were told.”

  He continued to rain down hard smacks across her bottom, his hand bouncing against the plug each time. “Tell me, bad girl, how were you positioned?” He slid his hand down her buttocks, cupping her wet pussy. She quivered, leaning into his hand, trying to push his fingers between her folds.

  “Madison Anne, I’m not going to wait much longer. If I were you, I’d hurry up and speak while you still can.” His voice had dropped to barely a whisper — which usually meant she was skating on the edge of trouble.

  “I was sideways on the table. I don’t know if anyone has a key to your house, and I was worried that someone could just walk in. I wanted to be sure I’d see them if they did.” She felt she was being totally reasonable. After all, leaving herself exposed and in an unsafe condition wouldn’t be wise. Right?

  He slid his finger through the lips of her pussy, dipping into her sex, gliding along the sensitive tissues there. “I see. So, you thought that facing sideways would somehow protect you?”

  “Daddy, I was just being cautious.”

  “I think the truth of the matter is you didn’t like being exposed and chose to do it in a way that would be comfortable to you, versus doing what you were instructed.” He slapped her left thigh — hard. “But, you did tell me the truth, so you won’t be spanked. Well, not any more than you already have been. Next time, girl, you listen, or there will be repercussions. Understand?”

  Before she could answer, he slapped her right thigh just as hard as he had the left.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He rubbed her sore flesh. “You’re pretty wet, sweet pea. Have you been horny all day?”

  “God, yes.” She hated admitting it, but he knew the truth of it already. He had his fingers there. There was no sense in lying.

  He laughed. “I can see that. You’re drenched. You didn’t come at any point today, did you?”

  “N-not on purpose.”

  He paused. He didn’t slap her, or even laugh. She peeked over her shoulder to see his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze cool.

  “Honest, Daddy.”

  “I can’t even fathom this. Explain how you can come but ‘not on purpose.’”

  “I’ve been a good girl, I promise. I fought it all day, and I kept trying to find things to distract myself — cleaning, chores, you know, stuff like that. So, finally I decided that I would read one of my books. I was reading about this guy lifting the woman’s skirt, jamming his face into her pussy from behind and it was so hot… that I just came. I had no warning, no idea it was going to happen. I had been throbbing all day, so I just thought it was business as usual and then… bloop, orgasm.”

  As she related her tale, she’d watched his face go from confused to something else entirely. Surprised? Stunned?

  “You… had an orgasm from reading? I didn’t even know that was possible. Do other women do that too?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve done it before. If the writing is good and the sex is hot, I can come from reading or watching a movie.”

  “Jesus Christ! I’m going to watch you do that one of these days.”

  Sunni dropped her forehead onto the table and moaned.

  God, that’ll be mortifying as fuck!

  He had forced her to masturbate in front of him once, and she had truly hoped that it would be a once in a lifetime event. Apparently not.

  “I agree with you, this time. You didn’t break the rule on purpose, but in the future, you won’t be able to read any books when I’m not here.”

  Is he fucking serious?

  “What? Wait a minute… I mean… you can’t decide that.”

  “Oh, I can. And I just did.” He rested both his hands on his hips.

  “Can we discuss this tomorrow? I just… I read every day.”

  “Good girl. You phrased that respectfully, with no attitude.” He brushed his knuckle down her cheek. “Yes, we can discuss it tomorrow. Now, are you ready for this plug to come out?”

  “God, yes. I’ve been ready for about four hours now.”

  * * *

  When Cade came through the door and saw her ass with the blue bejeweled plug peeking between those plump cheeks, his cock twitched to life, and he swore he was hard as steel instantly. He wondered if he’d ever tire of this woman. Since the first day he’d met her, it seemed he’d been hard incessantly. Thank God he had a job or he’d have her tied to his bed, taking her hourly. He didn’t doubt that for one minute.

  And after all the plugs and training, he’d finally be taking her ass tonight. “Let me get a few things, baby. I’ll be right back.” He returned with a couple of wet wash cloths, lube, and a two implements from their bedroom — and bathroom.

  He stared at the gorgeous buttocks in front of him, her shaven, puffy folds peeking between her thighs, the blue jeweled plug a crown to her beautiful pussy. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her sex. “Is this how the man did it in your book, Sunni?”

  “Oh, yes!”

  He eased his tongue through the seam, licking the slippery tissue up to her clit, gliding back down to push it deep into her sex.

  Her loud sighs and pants filled the room. He squeezed a buttock in each hand, bracing her as he licked deeply inside her, his thumb pressing on the plug in her little pucker.

  She screamed, “Cade, I’m coming!”

  “Yes, baby. Come!”

  And come she did. She screamed so loud with her orgasm, he was glad he didn’t have any neighbors nearby.

  He licked her until the tremors ceased, pulling away and kissing his way up her backside, leaving a trail of kisses on her back, tweaking her nipples as he bit her shoulder. “Let’s get this plug out of you now that you’ve been given your release. Bear down and help me get this out, Sunni.” He pulled gently on the jeweled flange, her muscles stretching to accommodate the silvery metal plug.

  “Ohhhh. I couldn’t wait for it to come out, but… it feels weird without it.”

  She’d be sorry that she ever shared that bit of information. As a result of that declaration, he may resolve to have her ass plugged every fucking day.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll have you filled
up with my cock in just a moment.”

  Sunni shivered, her whole body shaking.

  “What was that for?”

  She dropped her gaze to the table. “I was just thinking about how you said to… not worry about your cocking fitting up there. But Jesus, Cade, it scares me a little.”

  He patted her hip, like one might pet a passing a dog. “I appreciate the backhanded compliment, baby, but trust me, if you can take that plug, you’ll take me just fine.”

  Cade quickly took his clothes off, tossing them into the same pile that Sunni had started on the floor. Grabbing the lube to coat his cock, he put a generous dollop on his fingertips.

  Jesus, I’m so ready for this.

  He had been thinking about it all morning, and even throughout the court proceedings. It’s what kept him focused, helped him stay calm.

  He worked the lube into her, while the other hand teased and pinched her clit. Since Sunni could come while reading a book or watching a movie, having an orgasm during anal would likely not be much of an issue.

  Jesus, who the fuck knew women could do that? I hit the sex lotto!

  Cade just couldn’t believe his luck. Sweet, quiet, tiny Sunni. He’d known her since she was seven, but never dreamed he’d date her as a grown woman. She still had all those traits, of course, but now she was a grown – and very sexual — woman.

  He pushed the lube into her anus with his finger, the way already prepared by the plug. He wanted to make sure it was well-lubricated before he took her. He lined up his cock at her entrance, pressing the head in while teasing her clit with feathery touches.

  “Touch yourself, Sunni. I want to play with your tits, while I push myself into you.”

  He sank in slowly, watching his dick disappear inch by inch as Sunni began to touch herself. She constricted around him and he swore he saw stars, his head lolling back. He held his breath, just relishing the moment. Leaning forward, he pushed himself the rest of the way in, wrapping his arms around her. He pinched her pebbled nipples, rolling the steel points between his this thumb and forefinger until she pushed back upon his cock, grinding against his groin.