Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
H ad she just told her Daddy she was ready to have him stick something up her butt? Because she was pretty sure she had. What had she been thinking?
“Alright, babygirl. Let’s get you ready.” Boone carried her back to her naughty corner and set her down in front of the stool. “Do you remember where I told you to put your feet?”
The footprint pattern stretched across the earth tone rug seemed much wider than it had before. Heart ticking up a notch, she nodded. “You said three, Daddy.” Her lady bits clenched standing with her legs spread so far apart.
“That’s right. You were a very naughty little girl, weren’t you.”
He was right. She’d known, deep down, that she should tell him about the texts. It might not be nice, but she was beginning to hate Nico Midnight. She hadn’t allowed herself any emotions about him for the year he’d held her. She couldn’t afford to.
She’d built a giant block of ice around her emotions and frozen them inside. She could tell they were in there, but she couldn’t touch them. And they couldn’t get out. If she’d let her emotions run rampant, she’d have gone crazy.
That had lasted until Boone had rescued her. Something about having a Daddy slowly chipped away at the ice encasing all those feelings. Her block had almost cracked once or twice while they were on the yacht, but with Daddy’s help she managed to keep it from shattering.
Only now, it wasn’t only the emotions from her captivity she’d frozen in her ice block. When the cracks had started, she shoved the memories of everything that happened to her that year inside, too.
Now she didn’t remember the details of that time, either. She only allowed herself the vaguest recollections. And she only did that so she wouldn’t look stupid when people asked her about the kidnapping.
She hated when people did that. It made her feel weak. And stupid. And so very afraid. That’s why she hadn’t told anyone about the texts. If the texts were real, they threatened to crack her ice block wide open.
And that could not happen. That was then, and this was now. Now she focused on making new memories. That way her iced over feelings and memories could never escape.
“Bluebell, are you ignoring Daddy?” The serious tone of Boone’s voice snapped her back into the present.
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry, I got distracted by the footprints. Is this the same rug that was here before? Cause those footprints are farther apart.”
“It’s the same rug. And you wouldn’t have to worry about how far apart they are if you hadn’t been so naughty, would you?”
“No, Daddy. I didn’t mean to be naughty. Being naughty makes me feel yucky on the inside.”
He pressed his body against her back. Comforting heat radiated from him, only to have an uncomfortable need flare to life as his cock grew hard against the top curve of her backside.
“That’s one of the good things about having a Daddy. It’s my job to help you get rid of those yucky feelings. Now, since Daddy has already taken your bottoms off. We can skip that step. You still won’t be needing them anytime soon.”
His words shot desire pulsing from her belly to thrum her clit before settling deep inside her core. Wetness coated her pussy, readying her for whatever was to come.
He reached around her from the back and gripped her inner thighs so close to her pussy he had to feel how wet she was.
His lips touched the shell of her ear. “Bend over, naughty girl. Put your hands flat on the stool.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice pebbled her nipples. “Good girl, now slide your feet apart for Daddy. I’ll tell you when you reach the right spot.”
She edged her feet apart, torn between wanting him to tell her that was far enough and hoping he didn’t. Her thighs trembled, but not because she was afraid. He’d said this wasn’t part of her punishment and she trusted him.
Those threes must have been a mile apart. By the time he gave her permission to stop, her thighs were parted so wide cool air brushed the lips of her pussy leaving her feeling more vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her life.
Could Daddy see the slickness that coated her spasming, exposed opening? What must he think of her? It couldn’t be normal to be this turned on just from bending over.
He let her know exactly what he thought a second later when he ran his finger up her slit and circled her opening. “Is all of this for me, naughty girl? There's no way I can look at a pussy this pretty and not have a taste.”
He knelt behind her, and the next thing she knew, his tongue traced the path of his finger with amazing accuracy. She squealed and would have straightened if not for the firm hand he kept planted on the small of her back.
How could she be so embarrassed and so excited at the same time? Was this normal?
But then he pulled away from her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he stood back up before she could utter a sound, leaving her quivering with need.
No!
It was all she could do to hold the word back. Focusing on steadying her breathing, she waited to see what came next.
As if he read her mind, he stepped to her side and placed one calloused hand on the small of her back, resting the pad of a thick finger at the end of her spine. “This is your first time doing anything like this, and I want this time to be something you enjoy.”
As he spoke, he curled his finger, putting slight pressure on her tailbone. It pulled at her labia and sent the most erotic sensation coursing from her anus to her clit. Oh god! Her breath escaped her in a gasp, and she had to fight to get it back.
How could something that seemed so, so wrong feel so, so right. “I… we shouldn’t?—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, bluebell.” He continued what he was doing. “Outside of these walls, there may be times we have to take into account what other people think. But inside these walls, the only people who matter are you and me. And I don’t give one rats ass what anyone else thinks. This is our space to do whatever makes us feel good.” He slid his finger up and back down the crack of her bottom. “So tell me, babygirl. If we were the only two people on the planet, would you like the way my finger is making you feel?”
That was easy. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Me, too. So, let’s make a deal. From now on, if I do something that harms your heart, your mind, or your body, you tell me. I’ll stop and I’ll never do it again. I promise. But other than that, we get to choose our own shoulds and shouldn’ts. Deal?”
Pleasure rippled through her body as he slid his finger down to her most intimate hole. His finger rested there as he waited for her answer. “Deal, Daddy. Deal.”
When had her voice gotten so breathy and desperate? Oh yeah, the second he’d touched her.
He showed his approval of her answer by gently tapping his finger on her bottom hole. “That’s my good girl.”
Each pat of his finger notched something inside her tighter. If he kept this up, she was going to explode. But maybe that was the idea. Her pussy was throbbing with the need to be filled with his cock. She was so wet he’d slide in with no effort at all.
When she tried to give him a hint by angling her hips up, he smacked her bottom. “You are not in control, naughty girl. We are doing things on my timetable, not yours.”
She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted him inside her. Now.
Instead, he stepped away to retrieve the butt plug and bottle from the shelf. Tildi stared straight at the corner and tried to breathe.
“This is the smallest plug in the set I bought. It may feel a little strange at first, maybe uncomfortable because you’ve never done this before, but it shouldn’t hurt. As long as you listen to Daddy and mind him.”
She didn’t think her words would work, so she nodded instead.
“All right, babygirl. I’m going to get you ready. I want you to bend your arms and touch your forehead to the stool.”
From the corner of her eye, she watched him unscrew the cap from the pretty bottle. His, “Now, babygirl,” had her bending over even further. At least she now had her answer to why the stool had a cushion.
“I didn’t have a chance to warm this.”
That was all the warning she got before the drizzle of cool liquid trickled between the well spread cheeks of her bottom. The faint scent of almonds filled the air, then she had his finger back, spreading what she realized must be oil over her puckered hole.
She clenched her bottom, but instead of putting something in her bottom, he put his palms together and pressed the edge of his hands between her cheeks. He rocked them slowly over her rosebud and it felt amazing.
Moving his hands in a gentle sawing motion, he gradually increased the speed and pressure. Before she realized what she was doing, she pressed back against his hands to increase the exquisite pleasure even more.
He rocked his hand further, stroking her perineum. Her pussy spasmed with need. Heart pounding, her breathing sped. What had made her think this was something she wouldn’t like? God, she wanted more.
He fisted his hands, continuing the pressure but spreading her cheeks even wider. She sucked in a breath when he began to circle her bottom hole with his thumbs, once again gradually increasing his speed and pressure.
“Daddy, I… I can’t… you…”
He answered her, deep and calm. And did she detect a smile there? “What is it, babygirl? Do you need Daddy to stop?”
“No!” she almost screamed. She would have if she could catch her breath. “I mean, no, Daddy. But I might need you to. It’s making me, um, I don’t think I can keep from coming if you don’t stop.”
“I see.” Yes, there was definitely a smile in his voice. Darn him. “You don’t have permission to come, little girl. Not until Daddy says you can.”
She lost his hands when he reached for more oil, and she almost stomped her foot. He couldn’t make her feel this good and then just stop.
She couldn’t concentrate with all the endorphins floating around in her body. She hadn’t been this turned on since, well, since the last time he’d made love to her.
When he dripped more oil onto her stimulated hole, she barely held back that scream. But he rendered her speechless when his thumb found the sensitive area of her taint and started massaging again in that circular motion that brought her teetering to the edge of losing control.
Her entire body was on fire, need flaring to a blaze, trying to consume her whole. If only she could only move her feet closer together, she could use her thighs to relieve the pressure her Daddy was building.
Instead, she tightened her thighs and arched her back, panting like a woman in labor. A sheen of sweat coated her skin. She had never wanted to come so bad in her life.
It was too much. If this was him preparing her for what was coming, it was going to kill her when it got there.
She was about to tell him as much when he placed his other hand on her bottom and pressed the tip of his finger inside her dark channel. Instead of the words she’d intended, a moaning string of babble came from her lips.
This time he couldn’t hold back a dark chuckle. “My baby likes having her ass played with.”
All she could do was emit a guttural, “Ngugh.”
“Daddy’s finger is in your pretty bottom, naughty girl. And your pussy is creaming all over my hand. I wonder what will happen when I do this.”
He bent his finger toward her pussy and rubbed a spot that made her see stars. She couldn’t concentrate on the sensation because someone wouldn’t stop moaning. Then she realized the moans were coming from her.
“Please, Daddy. Please can I come?”
“You have such a cute little hole, bluebell. And you’re such a good girl. Daddy will let you come soon, but not yet. First, I want to do this.”
At the word this, he kept rubbing her perineum but pushed a finger into her pussy and crooked it toward her bottom.
He stroked the same spot inside her from both sides and her mind sheeted white. The screams fighting for release finally broke free as an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever experienced tore through her.
She hadn’t known orgasms like that existed. It was all consuming. She came so hard her legs gave out. She would have hit the floor if her Daddy had not held her up. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Daddy,” over and over.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Show Daddy how good he made you feel.”
When she tried to cover her mouth with her hand so the entire house wouldn’t hear her, Boone captured it and held it to her chest. “Don’t you dare hide anything from me. You are mine, babygirl. I want it all. Every sound. Every tear. Everything.”
Her face burned at his words, but her heart felt freer than it had in…ever. She had never been freer to be herself than she was with Boone. He accepted her unconditionally.
She moaned again as his hand caressed the rounded swell of her bottom, growing louder as he once again brushed a finger over her dark rosette. Somehow, her pussy still had the energy to quiver.
But this time he didn’t linger there. This time he gripped her cheek with his large hand and squeezed. And that made her moan, too.
Lowering his mouth to kiss her neck just below her ear, he gave her bottom a pat. “I’m glad you enjoyed that, bluebell. But now we have something else to do, don’t we?”
“What, Daddy?”
“There’s still the matter of your punishment for lying to Daddy.”
Wait, what?
“I didn’t lie, Daddy. Not really.” Only she sort of did. They had talked about lies of omission. “Well, I didn’t mean to. I was going to tell you. Only you found out before I had a chance.”
“Tildi, you and I both know you could have told me, and you should have. Yet you didn’t. And now I’m going to put a plug in your bottom and give you the spanking you so richly deserve.”