by Maggie Ryan
Haven’s Promise
Divine Designs: Book 3
By
Maggie Ryan
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Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
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Table of contents:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Note To My Readers
About Maggie Ryan
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Prologue
(From A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2)
When they left the restaurant, it was to see the limo parked at the front curb. Daniel nodded to each person as he stood by the open door. Elizabeth started to slide into the car, but was halted when Logan's arm dropped to hold her waist. She turned back to see him not looking at her, but to the front of the restaurant.
"What's wrong?"
"Not a thing," he said, as he turned back to her. The look in his eyes caused her insides to quiver. "Just wondering if there was another curious soul, hiding in the shadows, wondering what the beautiful woman I'm looking at might be doing later inside the limousine with her own personal Limo Man."
She felt herself blush as she smiled, her hand lifting to lie against his cheek. "How much later?"
His answer came with a grin. "Only as long as it takes for Master Daniel to drop everyone home." Elizabeth turned to look up at Daniel as he stood stoically by the door, pretending not to listen to what was being said.
"Master Daniel, please do me a favor. Drive safe, but please drive fast." He grinned and nodded, closing the door as the couple slipped inside. The limo drove through the city dropping off its passengers, all of whom were very gracious; giving their thanks to Craig and Barbara for a wonderful evening, and all grateful that they were part of this amazing group of people. When the last stop was made to drop off Ben and Helen, Ariel and Garrett, the six of them stepping out of the car to give the last hugs and kisses of the evening, Elizabeth remembered their last limo ride together. So much had happened since that night, and she wouldn't change a single thing.
Standing in Logan's arms as they watched their family enter the house, Elizabeth wasn't surprised when she turned around to see Daniel removing his cap, bowing low before opening the back door of the limo.
Smiling, she climbed inside, Logan sliding in beside her. Her green eyes sparkled as Logan pulled her down across his knees, his arm going around her waist to pull her close. When she felt her skirt being lifted to lie across her back, she shivered in delight. Feeling his fingers at the waistband of her panties, she closed her eyes in delicious anticipation, the memory of the red lace panties of her first limo ride vivid in her mind. Hearing his whisper that she was beautiful, she gave a prayer of thanks for her life and this man.
With the first crisp slap of his hand against her ass, she gasped, and then moaned when that same, punishing hand began to gently caress the sting away. As her Dom gave her one of his incredibly sensual, erotic spankings, until she was moaning loudly and begging him to take her, she knew that there was so much more to look forward to. Elizabeth gave her voice freely, not able to see Dan smile broadly from the front seat before he raised the dividing window. Being lifted to straddle Logan's lap, her burning bottom cupped in his hands, her mouth possessively claimed by the man she would always willingly submit to and forever love, she knew that their journey together had really only just begun. Just as Haven would soon be filled with love and laughter, Logan's love filled her completely.
Chapter 1
Barbara realized that she was nervous as Craig unlocked her front door after the limo had dropped them off. After weeks of wishing that her Daddy would allow her some big-girl time, she was trembling slightly with both anticipation and a bit of trepidation. Though he had often joined her in her bed, either after she had been spanked, or simply to hold her after bringing her to climax with his mouth or fingers, tonight would be different. This would be the first time he would make love to her—man to woman. Unbidden thoughts of insecurity threatened to overcome her. What if she were unable to please him as a grown woman? What if she was a far better Little than she was in her true adult self?
Craig was not unaware of the fact that his Bunny was nervous. She had chatted with their friends during the limo ride home, but now, standing on her porch step waiting for him to usher her inside, he could feel her fingers trembling in his hand, her silence telling of her nervousness. Opening the door and pushing it open, he paused and looked down at her.
"Relax, Bunny," he said gently. "Nothing is going to happen that you aren't ready for." Barbara gave him a tentative smile, as well as a soft bob of her head. At the calm, loving tone of his voice, she understood that he would never hurt her or ask her for anything that she wasn't yet ready to give. Craig led her into her small house, turning to lock the door behind them before dropping the key on the small table in the entry. Barbara expected to be led immediately to her bedroom, her heart beginning to beat more rapidly in her chest, her panties becoming a bit wet now that they were alone. Instead, Craig drew her into the living room where he took a seat in one of her overstuffed armchairs, pulling her down onto his lap. She gave a small wince when the plug he had placed in her shifted as her bottom took her entire weight.
"Are you okay, Bunny?" Craig asked softly, adjusting her so that she was cradled on his lap, her head tucked against his neck the way he knew she liked. He held her with one arm as the other moved to stroke gently up and down her back.
"Yes, Daddy, I… I'm fine," Barbara answered, her face pressed against his neck. She was too embarrassed to mention that the plug had made itself known when she sat on his lap, or the fact that, despite its presence, her panties were becoming damp as she remembered that the last time she had felt his hands stroking her skin, it had been on her bare, red bottom after her earlier punishment.
Craig dropped a kiss on the top of her head and moved his hand to gently cup her bottom cheek that was turned up towards him. He adored the sound of her quick indrawn breath against his skin and the soft mew she uttered, as two of his large fingers found the slight protrusion of the anal plug and gave it a gentle push.
"Ohhh, Daddy," she moaned, the movement of the plug causing more moisture to leak into the gusset of her panties.
Craig knew that, in order to make her more comfortable about what he had promised, he needed to remind her that she was completely safe in his hands. She nee
ded her Daddy just as much as she would need her lover when he took her to bed.
He pressed a bit harder, then released the plug to move his hand to cup her bottom once more. "Does your sweet little bottom still hurt from the spanking Daddy had to give his naughty little girl?" he asked softly, knowing his words would send his love into the submissive mindset that she secretly craved. He felt her head shake against his neck and grinned. His little Bunny had a very hard time voicing answers to embarrassing questions. It was a trait he found adorable, and one he was never hesitant to use to his advantage. "Hmmm, well then, if this precious bottom isn't hurting, then why is my girl squirming on my lap, causing her daddy's cock to become quite hard?"
Barbara gasped and felt her face heat, knowing it would soon be flushed quite red. She instantly became aware of the long, hard length of Craig's erection that was pressing against her bottom. Arousal surged through her, and she was suddenly worried that her panties would be unable to contain the moisture that continued to seep from between her thighs.
"Answer me, babygirl." Craig gently turned her face from his neck so that he could cup her chin and force her eyes to his. "Is my little one squirming because she's in pain, or because her panties are uncomfortably wet?"
"Daddy!" Barbara cried, her face indeed growing red with his explicit question, shocked that he seemed to have an innate ability to go straight to the core of her naughty thoughts. Craig grinned again, his eyebrow lifting as if questioning her tone. When she felt his hand begin to slide up beneath her sundress, she squealed, and quickly placed her own hand on top of his as if that could keep her daddy from doing whatever it was he wanted.
"Naughty," Craig chastised her softly, shaking his head in amusement. "Little girls do not get to decide if they will allow their daddy to check their panties, do they, Bunny?" His cock grew stiffer at her shudder and her soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his words went straight to her sex.
"No-no, Dadd… Daddy," she stammered, slowly lifting her hand from his and quivering as she watched his fingers disappear beneath the hem of her dress.
"That's right. Your daddy has the responsibility of making sure his little girl is truly fine, feeling safe and comfortable when she sits on her daddy's lap. From your squirming and wiggling about, I'm quite sure you need your panties checked. Tell me, Bunny, is Daddy going to find his Bunny dry?" His fingers slowly inched up her thigh, stroking every centimeter and watching her face, grinning as her teeth caught her bottom lip.
She couldn't seem to answer as his fingers continued their journey, nearing the fabric in question at a slow and yet alarming rate.
"Dry or wet, little girl?" he asked softly, his mouth moving to press a kiss to her forehead, his lips caressing her skin as his fingertips caressed her thigh.
"W-we-wet, Daddy," Barbara finally confessed, her entire body trembling as yet another rush of moisture flooded her panties, causing her face to flame and her entire sex to begin pulsing in anticipation of where his fingers would be going. Never before had she been so conscious of every moment, every breath she took, as she struggled not to squirm or push his hand away before he reached his final destination. She moaned as her muscles contracted tightly around the anal plug her daddy had placed inside her bottom after he had given her a spanking, paddling and whipping earlier that day for deliberately lying to him for several weeks. Her bottom was indeed still tender, but that only seemed to be serving to increase her arousal as every single stroke of his hand, hairbrush, and his leather belt replayed in her mind.
"How wet?" The question was breathed into her ear, causing her to shudder again, her nipples growing unbearably tight inside her bra.
"Very we-wet, Daddy," Barbara confessed, an instant before his fingers reached the soaked gusset and began to stroke very lightly across the sodden fabric. "Oh, Daddy, oh, God." she moaned, unconsciously moving her legs apart to allow him the access that she had attempted to deny him only moments earlier.
"Hmmm," Craig murmured, his tongue dipping into her ear as his fingers continued their light stroking, causing yet more cream to soak the saturated fabric. Barbara jerked in his arms, and he knew that she was close to exploding from the feather light strokes. "Very, very, wet indeed," he concurred. "I'm thinking these need to come off, don't you agree, Bunny?" he asked, before removing his fingertip.
"Oh, Daddy, please," she moaned, when she realized that his fingers had no intention of continuing the delicious play between her legs. "I-I want…"
"Shhh." Craig silenced her words, kissing her forehead again. "I don't want my precious girl to have to sit in sopping panties," he teased, before guiding her off his lap.
Barbara couldn't contain a soft moan as he set her on her feet, her legs trembling as her blood raced through her veins. She could feel her clit pulsating in her panties, the plug in her bottom joining in the almost rhythmic cadence that his words and his hands were playing.
"Lift your dress, Bunny," Craig ordered softly. "Show Daddy your wet panties."
Barbara could swear she had a mini-orgasm at his order with the quick and instant contraction of her muscles. She had never imagined one day standing in front of a man whom she loved with her entire soul, obeying commands that she would never have dreamed he would utter. Her hands were shaking as she obeyed, slowly lifting the hem of her dress to her waist, exposing the yellow and white panties Craig had dressed her in earlier, a smiling face in the center of each of the daisies that decorated them.
Craig grinned seeing the childish underwear. "God, you are adorable," he said softly. "I love that others see you as a beautiful, successful woman, but we both know that under her pretty dress, my little one's pussy is covered by such precious panties with their sweet smiling faces." His explicit, coarse language awarded him another soft moan and an even deeper blush. He bent forward and kissed one of the daisies, right above the swell of her sex. "Arms up, sweetie," he instructed, and when her arms lifted above her head, he took the dress and slowly pulled it off, dropping it onto the floor.
Barbara stood in her underwear, her nipples straining against the confines of her matching bra. When his fingers lifted to trace around the hardened peaks of her nipples, she felt her legs begin to tremble to the point that she feared they would be unable to hold her upright.
Craig sat back once more, loving every single tremor, every small gasp or soft moan that this foreplay was pulling from the woman he loved with his entire soul. Her trembling body, her flushed cheeks and the lust in her eyes told the experienced Dom just how close to the edge she was. Though she would most certainly disagree, it was not yet the time to allow her to fall over the edge into the arms of oblivion. He had every intention of keeping her in his own arms far longer.
"Put your fingers in your panties—show Daddy how wet you are," Craig said, his voice husky as his cock twitched with his order. When he heard her moan and saw her trembling, he looked up to meet her eyes. They were dilated with her need, showing her desire to obey mixed with her desire to refuse what they both already knew. "Bunny, Daddy knows your panties are soaked. Daddy loves that his little one gets so excited when he loves her. Show me your cream, sweetheart. Put your fingers in your panties and let Daddy see how ready his Bunny is to have his cock in her sweet pussy for the first time."
Another mini-shock coursed through her body as Barbara's hand moved to slide underneath the waistband of her panties. She shuddered as her fingers slid across the bare mound of her sex. Though it continued to embarrass her whenever Craig laid her down, splaying her legs open to slowly and carefully shave her pubic hair, his requirement that she be bare beneath her panties was one she secretly adored. The memory of his mouth bringing her to pleasure after removing every drop of the shaving gel he used had her legs trembling, and her fingers moving further inside her panties.
Craig's hands guided her legs further apart and remained on her thighs to give her the support his instructions required. He watched as her fingers slowly disappeared until he saw the bul
ge between her legs caused by the presence of her entire hand.
"That's my good girl," he praised softly. "What a beautiful Bunny. That's right, sweetheart, dip your fingers into your little pussy and show Daddy how very, very wet you are."
Barbara moaned, her fingers moving between the lips of her sex, instantly slickened with the huge amount of cream leaking from her body. Just the feel of her fingernail, when it slid across the hood of her clit, caused her to gasp and her knees to almost buckle. She closed her eyes, her fingers pressing against the small, throbbing bud a little harder, her body instantly clutching as she prepared to explode.
Craig was immediately aware of what his order had caused, and had her panties yanked down to her knees in a nanosecond, exposing the fingers she had deep between her labia lips, one fingertip moving quickly across her clitoris. Though the sight instantly caused his cock to threaten to explode, his hand reached out to cover her own, stilling her movement. At his touch, her eyes flew open.
"Naughty," Craig chided softly. "Daddy didn't tell you to masturbate did he, Bunny? Did Daddy give you permission to play with your clitty?"
Her face feeling as if a flame had touched her cheeks, Barbara shook her head.
"What did Daddy tell you to do?" he reminded her, removing his hand from hers and sitting back a bit in the chair, positive his little one would not continue her naughty play. When she remained silent, he shook his head, moving forward again, placing one hand behind her and unerringly finding the slight bulge of the anal plug protruding between her buttocks. With a finger, he gave the plug a push, causing her to screech and go up onto her toes, both of her hands moving to flutter behind her as if desiring to pull his fingers off the plug. "Naughty," he repeated, using his free hand to capture one of her own. "What did Daddy tell you to do, young lady?" he repeated the question yet again.
