10. Chapter 10 #3
He showed them to her, dangling the cuffs by their rings. "These are not police handcuffs," he said. "Do you know what they are?"
Eyeing them, she shook her head.
"They're misbehaving babygirl tamers. Would you allow me to put them on you?"
Blinking twice, she was so startled she broke position. Rising onto her knees, she asked, "I… get to choose?"
"Of course."
"But, I thought… aren't you…?"
"There's quite a few things about this lifestyle that I'm going to teach you. That's just part of the Daddy and Little dynamic. I make the decisions, but you get all the choices."
That made no sense. "How?"
"It starts with a safeword. For us, right now, we're going to use the traffic light signals."
"What, green means go, red means stop, and yellow means, um… go faster?"
"You—” He pointed at her. “—are never driving my truck again.
And no, yellow means slow down, something's not quite right and we need to talk about it.
These are very important because, especially when we don't know one another well, this way I can keep track of where you are mentally while we play. Would you like to try?"
She looked from him to the cuffs. She didn't like them, but admittedly, they didn't seem as scary when they were in Daddy’s hands. "Okay."
"Back in position."
Hesitantly, every nerve trembling from her awareness of him, she lowered her head to the bed and raised her bottom until it was high in the air.
She thought the diaper position was bad, but this put her in a whole new frame of mind.
She relaxed almost against her will. Even when he put the cuffs on her and she both felt and heard the click of the teeth as it locked her arms behind her back, the sexiness of it was just enough for her to overcome her fear.
He smoothed his hand over her naked bottom. "How do you feel?"
"I'm okay." It was true too, she would have thought being in cuffs again would have brought back that same rush of terror she'd suffered the first time, but it didn't. Having him beside her made all the difference.
"Good." He swatted her bottom, then reached past her slide open the bedside table. She saw him withdraw a condom packet and bottle of lube, and the sexy pulsating in her core grew hotter, wetter, more frantic to be eased. She was arching her bottom higher, offering herself for the pleasure she ached for him to take, when he withdrew a shiny silver anal plug with a fake red jewel in the end. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, but it wasn’t fear driving her now.
At least not until she heard the snap of the plastic lid on the lube bottle, followed by the cold wetness of gel drizzling directly onto her back door. “Have you ever had a Daddy before?”
Her whole world had just zeroed in on nothing but the cold gel coupled with the hot touch of his thumb, centering itself directly over her anus.
She shook her head.
“Words, baby. I need to hear your voice so I can keep track of where you are in your headspace.”
“No, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Has anyone ever taken your bottom before?”
“No.” She shivered, closing her eyes as his fingers spread the lubricant around before gently pushing more up inside her.
It was a mix of carnal heaven and the barest hint of discomfort.
Not much, just a pinch that made her tense before the soft submissiveness filled her along with his penetrating finger.
“Remember, yellow for slow, and red if you want me to stop. Don’t be afraid to tell me you need a minute, because we’re going to do some fun things and I want you to enjoy them. This time, anyway.”
Her body tensed deliciously.
In and out… in and out… she moaned softly as he switched from thumb to fingers. First one… then two. That pinched more, but it felt too good—too naughty—to stop. Not even when his fingers pulled out and the tip of the metal plug found its way to her well-slicked bottom hole.
“What color are you?”
“All the greens,” she moaned as it penetrated her, stretching her slowly open the further it sank into her. The pinch now was stronger than it had been for his fingers. “Oh! Oh, Daddy," she whimpered again. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic wanting as he gently fucked her with the plug.
"I'm so happy my babygirl likes this."
She clutched at the bedsheets, some of that tenderness developing teeth as he found a faster rhythm, right before he thrust it all the way into her. She threw back her head with a shout, riding the near orgasmic wave that rocked her when the fattest part of the small plug penetrated her completely.
"Are we still green?"
No way was she going to let him stop now. "Yes," she gasped.
He increased the pressure, pulling the thick part all the way out before pumping it back in again.
The pinch was steady, but it wasn't half as intense as the pleasure. It washed her, laved her, battered away at her insides in a pulsing dance the fullness of being fucked like this only amplified.
"No." His hand settled on her back. "Don't arch up. Push your bottom out. Take it for Daddy."
"It… uh, hurts a little," she gasped.
"I know. Take it anyway. Daddy will make it worth it."
She fisted her hands in the bedding, gritting her teeth against a hurt that should have been intense and yet wasn't. Wetness dripped onto her thighs, trickling down the inside of her trembling legs as her pussy twitched and fluttered, jealously throbbing for its turn under his pseudo thrusts.
"Imagine Daddy doing this with my cock when you've been naughty and your bottom is all hot and ouchie, and decorated by the welts of my belt."
No one should like the way that sounded, and yet, she couldn’t stop moaning and writhing.
The tension in her belly was building. The flutters and spasms came tighter and tighter together until her thighs were shaking nonstop and euphoria was right there.
Tickling at her womb, swelling in her neglected clit.
"Don't come," he ordered abruptly, thrusting the plug into her one more time, then letting it go. He swatted each side of her bottom, driving her to hike her ass that much higher. Already the sharpness of his strokes was fading, swallowed up by the building pleasure.
She cried out her loss as the roiling orgasm retreated when he climbed back off the bed. His belt clinked, and somewhere in her mind she heard again the way he'd said, Decorated by the welts of my belt.
She bowed her back, arching her bottom higher, so roused she couldn’t stop from begging, "Daddy, are you spanking me?"
She honestly didn't know what to pray for. How could she want him to do that to her?
How could she not?
But no, his pants hit the floor, followed by his undershirt.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked, climbing up on the bed behind her, the jut of his fully erect cock leading the way.
To her it looked huge, like all the rest of him. She'd never wanted anything more. But to have to say it out loud…
She mewed, hoping he'd just do it, but he didn't touch her and God she needed him to. She needed his touch to ease the wanton throbbing.
What did she need most of all?
"Daddy's cock," she declared, loud and clear even with her face buried in the blankets. It was just so embarrassing. "I need Daddy's cock."
"Don’t worry baby," he rumbled with a laugh. "Daddy's going to take good care of all your needs."
He cupped her ass, spreading her cheeks as his thumbs splayed open the folds of her sex. She felt the bump and nudge of his cock as he moved in to straddle her legs, fitting the impossible head of him right where she ached to feel him most.
When he pushed, he did it slowly, the slickness of her guiding the way as he stretched her open and filled her up.
"God," she gasped, groaning louder the deeper he went. It wasn’t her first time, that she'd thrown away in an awkward fumbling on prom night in the backseat of her then-boyfriend's car. But in many ways, it was the first time.
Her first with a man and it was phenomenal, the difference between boys and men.
Her first in a bed, in handcuffs… her first with Daddy. Her first real orgasm too, and he'd only just started to move when it happened, tearing through her on waves so gloriously overwhelming that she couldn’t stop.
He wasn't stopping either. He rode her like he was her God and she his creation.
How else could he know exactly where to touch to make her body come so richly alive?
How else could he know that her nipples ached to be pinched and plucked, caressed and loved?
How could he know how and where and when to slip his fingers between her legs and shock her lazy clit into rousing again?
That when she cried her steady stream of nonsensical nos into the mattress that she actually meant yes, with all her heart?
He reached down, wrapping his hand securely around her throat.
He pulled her back onto her knees, her back against his chest, one hand on the pulse of her neck while the other rubbed endless demanding stimulation into her clit.
The shaking returned twice as bad as before.
The tension began to wind, and his hips spanked her bottom with the vigor of his pumping.
Each thrust bumped the plug until it felt as if she were being fucked by him in both places at once.
He let go of her neck, moving his hand to her mouth.
She didn't fight the two fingers he forced into her mouth.
She'd have sucked them if she could. She'd kissed a penis once, but never worked up the courage to put it in her mouth. She couldn’t help but pretend she was doing that for him now.
It was instinctive—she licked and sucked and bobbed on his fingers as if they were his cock.
Her pussy spasmed as he nipped at the lobe of her ear and in that honeyed tone of his said, "Come for Daddy, babygirl. Let me feel you coming on my cock."
He repeated his command three times. On the fourth, she erupted with obedience, and in the middle of her pussy’s milking throes, she felt him come too. Of all the things he'd so far done for her, this was the one she liked the most.
Like. It was such an ineffectual word to define what had just happened.
She didn't like it… she loved it.