Her orgasm seemed to be never ending, her body clamping down tight on his cock and fingers as she wailed her pleasure until finally spent, she collapsed into the mattress.
Ezra pressed a kiss into the small of her back with a wicked chuckle before slowly withdrawing, making her wince. Now that the pleasure was gone, her ass hurt. She wiped a hand over her face and found her cheeks wet. Had the pain or the orgasm made her cry?
“You stay right here, baby,” her daddy told her but then Naomi shook herself. It’s Ezra in my head, not Daddy. She had to remember this man wasn’t really hers. This is a two-week sexual exploration with an experienced dom, not a happily ever after, Naomi reminded herself sternly as she waited for Ezra to return.
* * *
Ezra studied himself in the mirror of the bathroom as he washed his cock, shaking his head. I shouldn’t have let her come, he thought. It was a punishment fucking, but she responded so beautifully and it was her first experience with anal sex.
He hadn’t been able to make the experience completely negative. There would be plenty of time for orgasm denial in the future and intense ass fucking that left her aching with need.
When he’d realized just how anal erotic the little minx was, he’d decided to make sure her first experience was a good one even though her behavior hadn’t merited it. He wanted Naomi to crave his cock everywhere and now she would. She would know there was pleasure to be found whether he took that tight pussy or sweet little ass.
The knowledge of the pleasure to be found at his touch would make orgasm denial punishment that much more effective in the future. His cock got hard again at the thought of driving her need higher and higher but denying her completion.
Ezra could hardly wait to hear her begging Daddy for a release she wouldn’t get until she’d learned her lesson.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he reminded himself that would be a punishment for another day. Now he had a baby girl with a very sore ass to see to.
* * *
Ezra returned fairly quickly and Naomi gasped in surprise when he scooped her into his arms. She clutched reflexively at his neck.
“I’ve got you, baby. Everything is okay,” he murmured against her hair as he carried her into the bathroom where he had the sunken tub rapidly filling with hot water.
She was surprised when instead of setting her in the tub, Ezra stepped in and sat down in the hot frothy water with her in his lap. “This will help with soreness in your bottom and princess parts,” he told her when she sent him a shocked look.
Naomi smiled shyly at him. “Sitting in your lap will help?”
He threw his head back and gave a big booming laugh. “The bath will help, smartass. The lap is for both of us. That was an intense punishment and we had two really intense scenes yesterday. I really pushed you and we need to talk about it,” Ezra explained as he lay back against the reclining backrest and arranged her to lie on top of him with her legs straddling his hips and her head on his chest.
Naomi propped herself on one arm and concentrated on playing with his chest hair.
“Fascinating as I’m sure my body is, little girl, I need you to look at me. Talk to me, baby,” he told her as he threaded his fingers into the hair on the back of her head and cupped it so he could force her face up to his.
Her mouth went dry as she stared up at him. Licking her lips nervously, she finally asked, “About what?”
“Communication is crucial between a dom and sub. You know this, we’ve talked about it before. I need to know how you’re feeling... what do you think about what you’ve experienced so far?” He jostled her a bit to encourage her to answer the question.
“I liked... no... I’ve loved everything that you’ve done to me so far. Even the punishment, though it did hurt and I promise I won’t be touching my pussy again without permission any time soon,” she said earnestly.
Ezra grinned at her. “I’m not sure punishment anal is going to work for you.”
Naomi sat up a little and frowned. “Why not?”
His chest shook as he laughed at her pique. “You’re obviously very anal erotic and a little bit of a masochist.”
“A masochist?” she asked, a little alarmed by his words.
Ezra pulled her back down on his chest. “Settle down, there is nothing wrong with enjoying a little bite of pain with your sex. It actually appeals greatly to the sadist in me.”
Back to playing with his chest hair, Naomi concentrated on winding it around her fingers. “It’s like the pain and pleasure combine to enthrall me. I have always been fascinated by spanking but I didn’t know that it would make me so wet no matter how bad it hurts. And when the pleasure hits it’s like I fly and everything goes quiet.”
“It’s my job to set you free to fly,” he told her quietly. “A dom should keep you safe and free you from your inhibitions so you can soar.”
Naomi gave a lustful sigh as she let her body sink into his. “Well, you certainly do a good job of that, Sir-makes-me-come-a-lot.”
Ezra swatted her ass with a laugh. “Brat. So you’re comfortable with everything we’ve done this far and want to continue?”
“Yes, please,” she told him as she stretched her body experimentally over his.
“I need to warn you that in the future if I feel the need to punish you like that, you won’t come. It won’t end up with the pleasurable experience you had today,” he told her sternly.
A frown puckered Naomi’s brow as she looked up at him. “It won’t?”
“No, ma’am, steal an orgasm from me again and you will get everything I gave you today and more with no payoff. I will bring you to edge of orgasm over and over again but I will not let you come,” Ezra promised quietly.
Naomi felt a shiver run through her at the thought of such intensely intimate punishment. She was shocked to find a part of her craved that level of punishment and mastery. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she focused on where her fingers were entwined in his chest hair. “Good to know.”
“You still want to try everything we discussed? Including being shared between me and another man? Honesty is crucial here, baby. I don’t want to put you in a situation you aren’t ready for.” He caught her under the chin with his fingers and brought her face back up to his.
Naomi flushed again under his intense regard and wriggled her body nervously over his before finally nodding. “I want to experience everything I can while I’m here.” She realized it was a relief to tell him and get everything out in the open.
“Good girl. I will do my best to introduce you to every form of deviant debauchery in the next two weeks, my darling baby girl.”
Discussion over, Ezra began to bathe her with hands so gentle she felt precious in his hold. Naomi finally completely relaxed and gave herself over to his care. For the next two weeks Ezra was her daddy and she was his precious baby girl. She intended to enjoy every moment with him she had.
The moment was interrupted by the very loud growling of her stomach. Naomi looked at him in alarm as he rose from the tub after releasing the drain.
Ezra only chuckled as he wrapped her in a bath sheet and scooped her up in his arms. “Daddy better feed his hungry baby.”
Naomi laughed as he carried her into her bedroom and toweled her dry until she was sure her skin glowed.
“Now follow me to the kitchen and I’ll make us some pancakes,” he told her as he turned and headed out the door.
“But Daddy, I’m naked!” she protested.
“Yes, I like you that way,” Ezra said succinctly.
“I can’t eat pancakes naked,” Naomi exclaimed, feeling a little scandalized by the idea.
He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned down at her. “I was just balls deep in your ass and you’re worried about being naked?”
She flushed and glared at the floor. “That was different.”
“Sulking too? I think you need me to show you a punishment you won’t enjoy,” he said darkly. “Go plant your hands on that little table agai
n and lift that butt up high.”
Naomi felt herself pale a little. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Now, young lady,” he said sharply and she practically ran to get her hands braced on the table with her ass lifted high.
She wasn’t sure why she’d pushed him, especially after what they’d just shared in the bath. It was like she couldn’t stop herself.
When Ezra came back from the wardrobe he had a long, thick principal-style paddle in his hand.
Naomi risked his wrath and stood back up to face him. “I really am sorry, Daddy. I don’t know why I acted up that way.”
“You were testing your boundaries. Pushing to see if I’ll follow through. Naomi, I will always give you what you need. Now get back into position.” His tone was implacable, leaving no room for argument.
Naomi planted her hands in the center of the little table and waited.
“I’m giving you two swats. If you get out of position you’ll earn another swat,” Ezra explained and then she heard the sound of the swat and felt the white-hot imprint of the paddle across the entire under curve of her ass.
“Yeooowww!” she yelled, springing up to grab her offended bottom with both hands while she stared at him in shock.
“That’s one extra. Back in position.” His tone brooked no argument.
Naomi sniffled and bent back over. The second and third swats were delivered swiftly, leaving tears swimming in her eyes and the surety that the imprint of the paddle had been branded on her ass.
“You can stand up now, Naomi,” Ezra said with that same stern tone.
It was the tone that pushed her over the edge. She stood and looked up at him with tears trickling down her cheeks. “I really am sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me.”
He opened his arms wide and she rushed to him and buried her face against his chest. Hugging her close, Ezra rocked her back and forth. “You’re always forgiven, baby. You just needed a little reminder of who is in charge.”
“You are, Daddy!” Naomi said emphatically.
“Why are you going to eat pancakes naked, little girl?” he asked.
“Because Daddy said so.”
“Good answer,” Ezra said as he led her to the kitchen. “I think I’ll hang that paddle on your bedroom wall so you can always see it.”
Naomi decided it would be prudent to keep her thoughts on that to herself.
Chapter Five
Naomi sat gingerly on the wooden stool at the counter while Ezra made their pancakes. Her bottom was indeed sore inside and out. As delightful as the anal sex had been, it had left a lasting impression that wasn’t nearly so fun.
Add that to the way Ezra’s beastly paddle had scalded her sit spots and wooden stools were not her friend. Unfortunately daddies were largely unsympathetic when you suggested you’d rather stand.
* * *
Ezra frowned at her suggestion. He’d bent a lot more than he normally would for this little minx but she would sit on the sore ass she’d more than earned.
“You earned every bit of that sore bottom. Sitting on it will help you to remember to behave.” That was all Ezra had said before giving a pointed look to the stool and watching her until she climbed back up and sat with a little hiss of discomfort.
Once she was settled he nodded with approval and went back to the business of cooking pancakes. “I would like to have a very nice day with you without any sulking or bad behavior. Can we have that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’d like to have a nice day too!” Naomi told him with a smile. He hoped she would do her best not to complain about the sore bottom she was sporting.
“Good.” Ezra set a stack of pancakes in front of her. He watched with a smile while she liberally slathered butter and maple syrup on them.
When she dug in with gusto, he smiled. “I enjoy a woman that can eat. I thought I’d take you to the botanical gardens. It should be the perfect weather for it and the walk will help loosen up your muscles.”
“I love the gardens!” Naomi exclaimed, obviously excited at the prospect of spending the day wandering through all of the flowers of spring.
“Finish your breakfast while I go pick out something for you to wear,” Ezra told her as he left the room. As he walked up the stairs, he tried not to think about the way his heart had clenched when she’d said she still wanted to be shared between him and another man.
He wasn’t sure why but the thought of another man’s hands on Naomi wasn’t pleasurable. Ezra had to remind himself that these two weeks were for her to explore the depths of her own sexuality. Not his.
If Naomi wanted to explore ménage, he would make sure she was able to do so. He had to keep reminding himself this was a temporary arrangement; Naomi wasn’t truly his to keep.
Ezra ignored the ache in his heart at that thought and reminded himself he didn’t want the responsibility of a permanent baby girl in his life. He did these two-week courses with submissives because it was the perfect way to practice BDSM without the entanglements.
Naomi would spend her two weeks with him just like all the submissives that had come before. She would move on with her life and he would move on to the next submissive.
* * *
As Ezra left the room she stopped herself from arguing that she could pick her clothes. She had agreed to place herself completely in his care for these two weeks and it was time she stopped fighting both him and herself. She was actually more relaxed than she’d been in years; there was nothing for her to do or worry about other than experience the moment she was in, her daddy would take care of everything. Well, her temporary daddy. Naomi did her best not to examine the way that thought made her feel too closely.
She’d only been here a day and a night, much too soon to develop an attachment. It didn’t matter that Ezra made her body sing for him or how safe she felt in his arms. This was simply two weeks to explore the depths of her sexuality... nothing more and nothing less.
When he came back with a buttery soft pair of pink pedal pushers and a matching top, she smiled, determined she was going to get everything she could out of her two weeks. The memories might have to last her for quite a while.
Naomi pulled on the pretty pink bra then frowned at Ezra. “Where are the panties?”
“No panties allowed,” he said with a rather lecherous grin.
She blushed and pulled the soft capris on, quickly fastening them and pulled on the long matching tunic top. Ezra then handed her a lovely pair of sandals that went with her outfit. It was a beautiful ensemble and she felt special that he’d gotten them for her.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Naomi said softly then went up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“I’m glad you like them, sweetheart,” he told her, taking her hand and leading her to the car.
She was surprised at how sensual the pants felt slipping across her bare bottom and rubbing her equally bare mound. A tell-tale trickle of wetness gathered at the juncture of her thighs and she could only hope she didn’t leave a wet spot on her pants or on the seat of the car.
* * *
They had a wonderful time strolling through every exhibit the botanical gardens had to offer and lunching in the fancy tearoom overlooking the Japanese gardens.
It felt rather surreal sharing tea with cucumber sandwiches and blueberry scones with real Devonshire cream. It was delicious! The delicate china was dwarfed by Ezra’s large hands but he handled it and the dainty offerings as if he dined that way daily.
Naomi was much more clumsy with her own cup and it fit nicely in her hand.
She was almost sad to have the day end when Ezra ushered her back to the car. “How about pizza and a movie night?”
“That sounds wonderful but don’t I need to serve you or something?” she asked, truly puzzled that he had demanded nothing of her for the majority of the day other than her commando status. A status she was really beginning to enjoy. The way her pants rubbed along her nether regions made every step seem sensual... she felt sexy.
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sp; He smiled enigmatically as he seated her in the car and fastened her seat belt for her. “You’re learning to let me take care of you in all things today. Letting me be your daddy outside of the bedroom. This is part of the daddy dom/baby girl dynamic too. A very important part. I’m also letting your body recover from the heavy scenes we did yesterday and your punishments this morning.”
“Thank you,” Naomi said as he shut the car door.
“Don’t worry, little one. Tomorrow I have some delightfully deviant things planned for your body, but for tonight it’s pizza and old movies.” He winked at her before pulling out of the lot.
True to Ezra’s word they spent the evening curled together on the couch watching Charade with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn and The Glass Bottom Boat with Doris Day and Rod Taylor. After they consumed a large supreme from Papa John’s with extra garlic butter, she’d been content to lie quietly in his arms.
By the time the ending credits rolled on The Glass Bottom Boat, Naomi was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
“It’s time to put my baby girl to bed,” Ezra said matter-of-factly before he scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs.
Naomi wanted to protest but it felt so good to be held and carried around she didn’t. She stood docilely when he set her on her feet by the bed and stripped off her clothes. He turned her to the bathroom with a light swat. “Go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, sweetie.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She was shocked at how easily those words were coming to her now. She quickly used the bathroom and washed her hands before brushing her teeth in record time. She found she didn’t want to miss a minute of their time together.
Ezra was standing naked next to the bed when she got back from the bathroom. “Into bed with you, little girl.”
Naomi climbed in and snuggled into the covers. Ezra crawled in and positioned her body to drape his with her head resting on his chest. She felt more intimate with this man that any men who had come before him. They lay together skin to skin and she let her daddy’s heartbeat lull her into a dreamless sleep.
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