Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Sam
Maybe she was a bit of a control freak, because everything in her wanted to rip open that damn duffel bag and see what he had planned for her tonight.
And even though she managed to resist that urge, her mind went to work, picking apart every conversation they’d had about her limits and things she’d been wanting to try over the past few days to see if she could piece something together.
Unfortunately for her, they’d had a lot of those conversations. Dylan apparently took the “communication is key” mantra seriously because he’d talked through dozens of different kinks and implements and scenarios with her after she’d agreed to let him play Daddy for the summer.
“Eyes on me, Samantha.”
The command had her gaze snapping back to his face from where it had drifted back to the bag on the bed, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Sorry, Daddy.”
His lips curved upward, easing some of the churning in her stomach. “You’re not in trouble, baby. But I do want you to at least try to stop thinking so hard about what’s in that bag. Okay?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Roll on your tummy for me, babygirl.”
Mind once again racing despite her promises to try and stop thinking so much, she slowly did as she was told, shifting positions so she was stretched out on the rather lovely bed, her head pillowed on her arms.
“Perfection,” he murmured, running a hand over the swell of her ass. “I’ve waited so long to see you just like this, Samantha. So I’m going to take my time and do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about for years now.”
She waited, hoping he’d tell her exactly which fantasies he was talking about, but instead all she got was the sound of the zipper being undone on his bag.
“Hips up, babygirl. Daddy needs to get these pretty panties off you.”
So, something to do with her ass, then. Which wasn’t a huge surprise since she was on her stomach instead of her back, but she was prepared to cling to any little hint she could get.
Doing as she was told, she raised her hips off the mattress so he could slide the silky black panties down her ass, then her thighs, leaving her completely bare to his gaze.
And even though he’d spanked her a few times now, this just felt…
different. Maybe because she wasn’t anywhere near her Little space, or maybe because he was finally going to fuck her.
Whatever the reason, she had to fight the urge to squirm, or to pull her dress back down to cover her dimpled ass. He’d seen it more than once, she reminded herself, and he still wanted her.
“Gorgeous. I swear I’ll never get tired of this sight.”
Happiness welled in her chest. As usual, he knew the exact right thing to say. “Really?”
“Absolutely, babygirl. Your ass is a thing of beauty. It’s just missing one little thing.”
Heart pounding with the fear and excitement of the unknown, she lifted her head, trying to crane her neck to try and see if he had anything in his hand. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see in a moment. Reach behind you with both hands and hold your bottom open for me.”
Humiliation flooded her body, warming every inch of her. Being bare for him was one thing, but holding herself open, exposing the most private parts of herself to him?
Impossible.
Unfortunately for her, she hesitated too long, earning her two hard swats to the backs of her thighs. “Now, Samantha.”
No threats. No ultimatums. Just her Daddy, demanding her obedience.
And even though it felt like the hardest fucking thing she’d ever had to do, she managed to force her hands behind her, to grip one cheek in each hand and pull them apart.
“That’s my good girl. You’ve never had anything in this pretty bottom before, have you, baby?”
He knew she hadn’t, which meant the question was solely for her benefit. To give her at least a hint of what he had planned. And that hint was enough to have her relaxing, her bottom unclenching as something cold and wet dribbled against her skin.
“No, Daddy. It’s… it’s just for you.”
A low groan met her ears. “Fuck, baby. If this wasn’t our first time, I swear I’d fuck you here tonight. But that will have to wait until I’ve been inside your sweet pussy at least a dozen times first.”
The pussy in question clenched at the thought of him inside her, riding her, fucking her the way she hadn’t been fucked in far too long. “Could we maybe get on with the first round, then?”
“Sassy little brat.” But there was no hint of censure in his tone, only amusement as he pressed the tip of his finger to her bottom hole, gently massaging the entrance until she relaxed even further.
“You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood tonight.
Keep it up and I might decide this bottom needs some attention from Daddy’s belt. ”
Again her pussy spasmed. She’d been dreaming about that damn belt since the first time he’d threatened her with it. And if she was being honest, she’d been fantasizing about being whipped with a belt since she first stumbled on that exact scenario in a story online over a decade ago.
Feeling bold, she turned her head to meet his gaze. “Maybe it does.”
Watching the surprise flicker in his eyes, followed by the slow, wicked curve of his lips, did nothing to quell the ache between her thighs.
“Is that what you want, baby?” As he spoke, he pushed just the tip of his finger into her bottom.
“You want Daddy to go get his belt and whip this pretty bottom until it’s all red and hot and covered in welts? ”
The bite of pain from his questing finger stoked the fire he was so expertly building inside her. “Yes, Daddy. Please?”
“Such a polite Little girl,” he praised, pushing his finger in even deeper, and now humiliation joined that pain-pleasure mix, flooding her entire body with heat.
“Someday, I’m going to do exactly that. I’m going to fill your bottom with the largest plug I can find, then take my belt to your ass until you’re crying and begging me for mercy.
And just when you think you can’t take another moment, I’ll fuck your sore, welted bottom until I fill you all the way up with my cum. ”
Leaning down, he dropped his voice, the low timbre of it sending a shiver up her spine. “But not tonight. Because you aren’t in control and you do not get to call the shots. Tonight is about what Daddy wants. Understood?”
Goddammit.
Dylan
Judging by the little huff of annoyance his babygirl let out, she was not at all pleased he was denying her the fantasy he’d just laid out.
To be fair, he wasn’t entirely thrilled about it, either. He’d imagined doing exactly what he’d said so many times he could see every second of it clearly in his mind.
But as he’d told her, tonight wasn’t just about finally claiming his babygirl. Tonight was about helping her let go of that control she clung so tightly to with both fists. About showing her she could trust him to completely take the reins.
Which meant denying them both that particular fantasy, at least for now. Some time, when she least expected it, he’d surprise her with it.
But for tonight, he had other plans.
“You’re being so good for me, baby,” he murmured as he worked his finger in and out of her trembling bottom. “Can you take a deep breath for me and bear down, so this pretty bottom opens for me a bit more?”
“I–I can try.”
A moment later, he felt her shift, felt her muscles open to welcome him in. Pride welled in his chest as he added a bit more lube before sliding a second finger in beside the first, stretching her as she whimpered and squirmed.
“Shh, baby. I know it hurts, but it will feel so much better soon. I promise.”
Her only response was a soft whine before she pressed her face against the comforter beneath her, and he didn’t even bother to stop the laughter bubbling in his chest.
“You’re so fucking cute, babygirl. Someday, I’m going to set up a camera and record you so you can see how adorable you are when you whimper and cry for Daddy.”
“Don’t you dare!” Less whiny now, more demanding, and he pushed his fingers even deeper into her bottom in response.
“Is that how you talk to your Daddy, little girl?”
“No, Sir!” she gasped out, her muscles clamping down around his fingers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just… please don’t record me.”
“We can talk about it more later, when I’m not knuckles-deep in your tight little asshole.”
“Dylan!”
The pure horror in her tone pulled another laugh from him. “Would you prefer to talk about it now, then? With your ass full of—”
“No! I don’t want to talk about anything with you doing that!”
“I figured as much. A conversation for later, then. For now…” Pulling his fingers free, he reached for the small plug he’d brought with him. “Keep those cheeks nice and wide for me, babygirl.”
“This is so freaking embarrassing,” she muttered, her cheeks flaming red, but she didn’t release her hold on her bottom.
Good girl.
Pressing the tip of the metal plug against her entrance, he watched with fascination as her hole stretched around it, the skin turning white as she took the slender plug.
“Daddy, it hurts! Take it out!”
The plug wasn’t much bigger than his finger, so he doubted it really hurt as much as she claimed, but a good Daddy always double-checked. “What’s your safeword, baby?”
“R-red.”
“Good girl for remembering. Do you need to use your safeword?”
A long silence met his question, followed by a deep sigh that seemed to come from her very soul. “No, Daddy.”
“Thank you for being honest, babygirl. The plug is almost in and then it won’t feel quite as overwhelming, I promise.”
“I don’t think I believe you.”
Judging by the sulky tone of her voice, she was hovering somewhere between her big and Little spaces, which was right where he wanted her. Not fully Little, but maybe just enough for her to let go of that control, to let him be in charge.
To let him be Daddy in every possible way.
When the plug finally settled in her bottom, her hole closing around the slender neck so just the green gem—chosen in honor of her birthstone, though she wouldn’t know it—winked up at him from between her cheeks, he gave her bottom a gentle pat.
“You can let go now, baby. You were such a good girl for me. I think you’ve earned a reward. ”
Releasing her hold on her bottom cheeks, she peeked up at him. “What kind of reward?”
“The kind where Daddy eats that pretty pussy until you come all over my face.”