Chapter 22 #3
He gave her bottom a slow, deliberate squeeze that made her groan. Then he reached between her legs and found the base of the plug still nestled inside her. He gave it a gentle tug, pulling it partway out before pushing it back in with steady pressure.
Junie moaned, her hips jerking.
“Sensitive, babygirl?” he murmured, doing it again—slow, deliberate strokes with the plug, fucking her ass with it while she whimpered and clenched around the metal.
Her pussy was already glistening, slick coating the insides of her thighs from earlier.
He kept working the plug in and out until her breathing turned ragged and her hips started rocking back against him.
Only then did he ease the plug free completely and set it aside.
He reached for the small wooden box on the nearby table and opened it.
Inside, nestled in soft velvet, were three graduated training plugs—each one thicker and longer than the last, with smooth, tapered shapes designed for exactly this purpose.
Junie turned her head slightly, eyes widening when she saw them. “What… what are those, Daddy?”
“Training plugs,” he said, picking up the smallest one and coating it generously with lube.
“They’re going to stretch this tight little hole of yours so you’ll be ready to take my cock.
We’re going to start small and work our way up.
By the time I’m done, you’ll be open and slick and aching for me. ”
She whimpered, a mix of nerves and undeniable arousal in the sound.
Tanner moved behind her again and pressed the smallest plug against her well-lubed entrance.
It slid in easily after the previous one, but he still took his time, working it in and out in shallow thrusts while his other hand reached between her legs.
He found her swollen clit and rubbed slow circles over it as he fucked her ass with the small plug.
Junie gasped, her hips twitching. “Oh… Daddy…”
“That’s it.” He praised her, running his hand along the curve of her ass. “Feel how your body is already trying to pull it deeper?”
He kept the pace steady, one hand working the plug while the fingers of his other hand stroked her clit and occasionally dipped lower to push two fingers into her dripping pussy.
Her juices were flowing freely now, coating his fingers and running down the insides of her thighs in shiny trails.
Every time he thrust the plug deeper, her inner walls fluttered around his fingers.
When he felt she had taken the smallest one comfortably, he eased it out and reached for the next size up. This one was noticeably thicker.
“Deep breath, Cupcake.”
He worked it in slowly, giving her time to adjust. Junie whined and rose onto her toes, but she didn’t pull away. Tanner rewarded her by pinching her clit between two fingers and rolling it gently while he pushed the thicker plug all the way in.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Taking it so well for Daddy.”
He left that one seated and went back to playing with her—rubbing her clit in firm circles, fucking her pussy with his fingers, and occasionally reaching up to tweak and tug on her nipples until she was panting and dripping even more.
Her thighs were shiny with her arousal, and every time he moved the plug inside her, she let out these soft, desperate little sounds that went straight to his cock.
By the time he removed the second plug and reached for the largest of the three, Junie was trembling all over. This one was substantial—thick enough that she would feel every inch as it stretched her.
“This is the last one before me,” he told her, coating it thoroughly. “You’re going to take it like my good girl. And when it’s out, you’re going to take Daddy’s cock in this tight little ass.”
She whimpered again, a hint of real nervousness in her voice now. “Daddy… it’s so big…”
“I know it is. But you can take it. If it gets to be too much, you say red, and everything stops. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
He pressed the thickest plug against her and began working it in with slow, relentless pressure.
Junie’s breath came in sharp little pants as her body stretched around it.
Tanner used one hand to work the plug and the other he kept between her legs, rubbing her clit steadily to help her relax and open for it.
“That’s my girl,” he praised when the widest part finally slipped inside, and her body closed around the base. “Fuck, look at you. So full and so wet for me.”
He left the largest plug seated for a minute while he played with her—stroking her clit, pumping two fingers into her pussy, and reaching up to roll her nipples between his fingers until she was shaking and begging.
Only then did he slowly pull the plug free.
Junie moaned at the sudden emptiness.
Tanner unfastened his jeans and freed his aching cock, stroking it once before pressing the thick head against her well-stretched hole.
“Now it’s time for you to take Daddy’s cock,” he said, voice graveled with need. “You’re going to be a good girl and let me fuck this punished little ass. If it’s too much, you say red. Otherwise, you take what I give you.”
She nodded, breathing hard. “Yes, Daddy…”
He pushed forward slowly, stretching her around his girth. Junie gasped and clutched the pad of the bench, but she didn’t say red. Tanner kept going, inch by careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight heat.
“Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, gripping her hips. “So fucking tight.”
He started to move—deep, controlled thrusts that made her cry out with every stroke. One hand stayed on her hip while the other reached around to rub her clit in firm, fast circles. The combination had her shaking within minutes.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark. “Come for Daddy like the good girl you are.”
Junie shattered with a broken cry, the muscles in her ass clamping down around him as she came harder than he’d ever witnessed.
The intensity of it made her sob with pleasure, her legs nearly giving out.
Tanner fucked her through it, chasing his own release until he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, filling her ass.
For a long moment, he stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, one hand stroking soothingly down her body.
When he finally pulled out, he pressed a kiss to her lower back and said, “Stay right there. I’m going to get a warm rag to clean you up.
I’ll be right back, and I’m leaving the door open so you can hear me and I can hear you. ”
He returned quickly with a warm, damp cloth and gently cleaned her up, taking his time and murmuring soft praise. Then he released her from the bench, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed.
After he tucked Nibbles into her arms and wrapped her snugly in the thick blanket, he grabbed a bottle of water and five chocolate kisses from the kitchenette, setting them on the nightstand.
Climbing into bed beside her, he pulled her against his chest. “You okay, babygirl?”
She nodded against him, voice content and sleepy. “My bottom hurts from the spanking, but I’m okay, Daddy. I’m really sorry… I’ll never do anything like that again. I promise.”
“I know you won’t,” he said, kissing the top of her head before unwrapping a candy and holding it to her lips.
“Open up, Cupcake.” When her mouth open, he popped the chocolate inside and added, “Don’t forget, tomorrow you and your besties are going to spend the whole day at the bakery cleaning up the mess. That’s part of making it right.”
She nodded again, chewing softly but by the time he’d unwrapped a second kiss, he could tell she was already drifting.
Tossing the candy into his mouth, he savored the chocolate as it melted on his tongue while he held her close, stroking her hair until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep in his arms. Only then did he allow himself to really think.
He gazed down at the woman curled against his chest, the one who had somehow become everything to him.
He’d never thought he would find someone who fit him so perfectly.
Someone who needed his discipline as much as his tenderness.
Someone who made him want to protect her, claim her, and keep her forever.
A slow smile curved his mouth. Tomorrow, while she was cleaning the bakery, he was going to start looking for a ring. Because Junie was it for him, and it was time to make it official
He had every intention of making sure she stayed his—always.