Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
B arron stared at his ceiling, wide awake. He’d tried to fall asleep, but his brain refused to stop thinking and planning. Yoanni slept at his side, her teddy firmly ensconced in her arms. She snored softly. A long day at work, the stress of Analise still out and about and doing who knows what, and the happy excitement of his marriage proposal had wiped her out.
He bent over, kissed her forehead, and slowly rolled out of bed. He pulled over a T-shirt, glanced once more at his beautiful sleeping girl, and, with his heart overflowing with love and tenderness, he quietly walked out of his bedroom.
For a moment, he thought of going to his office and catching up with bills and paperwork. But his head wasn’t in it. Mindless distraction was a better option. Back in his living room, he turned on the TV, searching for sports. As he surfed, he found a replay of last year’s college football conference championship game and stayed with it. Professional football was his jam, but it was late, and this would do. Way better than tuning in to some boring late-night talk show. The game had advanced to just about the end of the second quarter when a text from Blade dinged.
Feds picked up Killer for questioning. Analise and the cartel guys rabbited. Weaver thinks she fled to Alabama.
Barron stared at the screen for several long minutes.
Do you?
Blade’s answer came right back.
Don’t lower your guard.
I won’t.
No, he wouldn’t. Weaver respected and cared a great deal for his assistant, but the chief had other responsibilities and matters to focus on unlike Barron, whose every breath and heartbeat hung on the safety of his girl.
He sent a text to Johnny Gun.
She was seen and escaped.
Johnny G’s text came quickly.
We keep our eyes on the ball.
Barron relaxed a bit. His closest brother understood his concerns and supported him. He dropped his phone aside, and a soft padding of feet got his attention. Her eyes wide open, Yoanni stared at him from the hallway.
“Baby?”
“I can’t sleep,” she croaked.
He opened his arms to her. “Come here.”
Instead of dashing to him, she stood there, a mysterious expression on her face. He tried to read her, but couldn’t. That was, until one by one, she unbuttoned the buttons of her PJ top. Shifting her shoulders, she allowed the top to fall.
“I need you, Daddy. Love me. Take me.”
She uttered her powerful demands in a soft voice. The kind no Daddy could resist. Especially one with a healthy and now-raging libido. Narrowing his eyes, Barron took in her beauty. The gleaming cascade of her hair framed the delicate outline of her shoulders, full breasts with pebbled nipples, and glorious silky skin. Her stomach fluttered with her breaths, revealing nerves she tried to suppress.
“How about we do both?”
Her eyes widened in a silent question.
“Go back to bed and pick a position. Show me what you want.”
She was gone in a second. He went around doing his final security check and ensuring his windows and doors were locked. His ultimate house alarm and sentinel, Caesar, was sleeping peacefully in his doggy bed. At the first suspicious sound or attempt to break in, his pup would react.
Barron walked into his bedroom, closed the door, and stripped, smiling with satisfaction. He’d guessed her choice. Yoanni waited for him on all fours, knees and elbows on the bed. She pressed her forehead down, making a perfect butt-up display.
Man, he was so lucky. She was his ideal life partner, the light to his darkness, the smile to his frown, the peace to his turmoil. Uninhibited and eager to try anything with him, his little girl was the answer to his prayers.
Walking around her rear, he brushed his fingers over the silky skin of her hips and down the sides of her thighs. Tiny goose bumps formed on her butt cheeks.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Why did you choose this position? ”
“I…”
“When Daddy asks a question, you answer right away.”
“I woke up feeling naughty, wanting things.”
“What kinds of things?”
“Oh, Daddy. I can’t explain… I want to be…shameless, daring.”
“That’s good enough, baby. We’ll do shameless and naughty. Pay attention. Starting now, I’ll give you instructions, and you’ll obey. Understood?”
“Uh-huh.”
“If what we do is too painful or difficult, you’ll use the word red. That’s your safeword for tonight. We’re not going overboard, but it’s a good precaution. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“First instruction. Lean your weight on your forehead and knees. Put your hands on your butt and spread your cheeks. I want your gorgeous ass accessible to me. Second, do not speak unless you’re answering a direct question.” He waited a moment. Yoanni remained silent. Happy with her response, he moved to test his next destination. He trailed a finger from her pink rosette to her plump pussy. When he dove into her sleek sheath, she moaned and arched her butt in offering.
“Soon, baby.” He struck her pussy with light slaps. Enough to keep her excitement going but not hard enough to sting. He was saving those for later. “We have new toys to try. Keep your cheeks spread for me.”
Barron walked to his dresser, where he kept his latest finds. The earlier shopping expedition had yielded excellent results. On his way back from the jewelry store in Savannah, he stopped at the adult toy store. He picked up several items to pleasure Yoanni with. The beaded anal wand topped the list to send her to the moon. Grabbing the wand, lube, and a slim slapper, he brought all three to the bed.
“How are you feeling, baby? You can answer. ”
“Excited, a little nervous.”
“Nervous? About the unknown?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t be. I’m going to make you feel so good. You’ll want to do this again and again.” Putting a knee next to her, Barron hovered over her gorgeous body. He dropped kisses on her exposed neck and on both shoulders, where he grazed the skin with the edge of his teeth. As her skin erupted with tiny bumps, he continued kissing between her shoulder blades and moved to her lower back. He nibbled one firm cheek, suckled the skin, then switched to nibbling, though a little deeper this time. Come tomorrow morning, he wanted to see the love trails and red marks he’d made on her ass.
She gasped softly.
“How does that feel, baby?”
“So good, Daddy.”
“More’s coming,” he murmured, sliding his thumb to her puckered opening. She squeezed in response. “Don’t contract. Take slow, deep breaths. Relax, give yourself to me. I have you.” As he soothed her, he slathered lube on his thumb. Gently, he pressed the pad, sliding past the tight ring of muscle, and moved sideways and around, loosening and stretching her opening. She squirmed, but didn’t fight him, and his thumb slid to the base into her plush heat.
This was his first experience in Yoanni’s virgin hole. This completed the circle of possession. She was all his forever. No man had entered her forbidden spot, and no one would. Elation filled his soul, and he floated with a wondrous sense of satisfaction and awe. Sighing with emotion, he slowly removed his thumb. She moaned in protest, but didn’t break protocol.
“Keep breathing the way I told you.” He quickly lubed the wand, before her ass contracted too much. “Bear down,” he instructed, turning on the vibrator. Her rosette relaxed, and he slid the wand in.
Yoanni arched, releasing a guttural gasp to the ceiling. The pose she’d adopted on the bed had opened the door to her Daddy’s naughtiest proclivities. In essence, she’d silently invited him: Give me naughty and don’t hold back. But the vibrating thing he’d slid up her ass was all new, had shocked her mind and sent it spinning.
Emitting noises that sounded strange even to her, she dropped her forehead to the bed. At last. Her tenacity and endless optimism had paid off. She’d held on to her love and her dream, and returned from Miami when everything pointed toward rejection and disappointment. She’d risked her heart and soul, put everything on the line, and here was her triumph: offering her submission for her Daddy’s pleasure fulfilled her every wish, and overjoyed her Little heart.
He slapped her ass, with one delicious and arousing blow after another. Her core spasmed and her clit twitched desperately. Wanting…
What? Forget wanting. Daddy wasn’t anywhere near her clit or core. His attention was on her butt. The release she craved wasn’t coming soon. A new challenge for her, hold back the climax. Difficult? Yes. But she’d asked for this and he was taking her to limits she didn’t know.
On and on, he crisscrossed her flesh, hard and soft, hard and soft. His intention and pattern made sense to her. The choreography of blows excited her to dizzying heights, then brought her down to the beginning.
The sensation in her ass was an entirely different experience. Whether soft or hard, each blow intensified the stimulus in her butt, drove the vibrator deeper, and her mind spun faster .
“Are we in red?”
“No, Daddy.” She floated between mind ecstasy and physical excitement and her response came out low and a little too soft.
“Yoanni? Are you in Little space?”
She nearly growled. Didn’t he understand? Why would he interrupt?
“Fuck no.”
Behind her, Barron gasped. “Hey, potty mouth. What’s with the cursing?”
What was she supposed to do? She wasn’t used to this, and he’d never asked her to hold her climax before. Her entire system demanded release. A release he was holding back from her.
“Cursing? That’s nothing.”
“Is that how it is?”
“Damn right.”
He put his fists on the bed, cradling her between his arms. His muscular chest, hot and damp from the exertion, hovered over her. “We’re not there yet, princess,” he teased close to her ear. “And you’re not coming until I give you permission.” Straightening again, he resumed the slaps to her butt. “You like to be spanked? Enjoy the ride.”
Time and again, his hand fell on her thighs, butt, and out to her hips. A remarkable detail filtered through her addled mind: he kept a careful distance from her lower back. Yoanni’s soul warmed instantly. An overwhelming emotion that she supposed was true love filled her heart and gave her a new perspective. In the midst of overwhelming passion, he pleased her, granted her request for daring and naughty sex, and still protected her. He was fully aware of her tender and easily injured areas, her kidneys. The slapping pain on her butt was thrilling, fun, and safe. Tonight, he’d proven he’d never abuse or mistreat her.
“Okay, baby. Let’s take this up a notch. Are you okay? Any red? ”
“No, Daddy.”
“I’m using a toy. It’s a double-tongue slapper. We’re testing your response. Ready?”
“Yes,” she murmured with a touch of trepidation. She wanted to try, but was still an impact-play beginner. She shouldn’t have worried. The noise of the slapping toy was louder and stronger than the actual strikes on her butt.
She giggled.
“What?”
“Sounds so dramatic.”
“Hmmm,” Barron murmured and stopped his spanking.
She was about to asked why when his finger invaded her aching and desperate core and her thoughts changed direction. Yoanni clenched her muscles around his finger, refusing to let him leave. She couldn’t handle the emptiness again.
“Baby, your cream is all over my hands. You’re dripping.” He moved his finger in a playful twist inside her, then slowly pulled out. Yoanni arched her butt in a silent plea to stay. But he didn’t go far. He slipped his finger within her pussy lips, pinched her aching clit with a light pull, and she exhaled, dangerously at the brink of ecstasy.
“Almost, sweetheart.” She couldn’t see him, only guess what he had in mind to do, and that added to her arousal.
“Do what I say. Put your weight on your forehead and spread your butt cheeks for me. I want full access to you.”
Yoanni thought she’d swoon at the erotic headiness of the moment. His explicit words had her reeling. When she obeyed and cool air wafted on her exposed ass and sex, a sense of disbelief struck her. She was doing this, happily spreading herself for her lover, displaying her most intimate parts, and loving every minute of it.
She’d asked him to go all out, and he had.
Now he slipped his fingers through her labia, one hand splayed her wide as the other concentrated on her clit. Barron dug in, he twisted her aroused flesh between his fingers, tortured her clit taking her once more to the edge, but not pushing her over.
“I can’t hold on,” she wailed, as spams took her. “Please, Daddy, please. Fill me, let me come.”
“Sounds like you’re ready for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she exhaled, hoping he’d give her the go-ahead.
He situated himself behind her and bent over to cage her between his arms again. His torso rested lightly on her back, and the front of his thighs pressed the backs of hers. The coarse hair on his skin felt like an erotic caress. He controlled her every movement, and that was how she wanted it to be. Her pussy, hot, wet and ready for his invasion.
The crown of his cock teased the entrance to her sheath with tiny pushes. He was driving her mad…then nudged deeper…
“Daddy, wait.”
“I didn’t ask you a question.”
“But the thing is still inside me.”
“So?” He nudged deeper.
“I’m full. I don’t have room.”
“You have room.” He slid another inch.
The stiff vibrator pushed against her core from the opposite side. She was full…so, so full.
“Oh, my.”
“Didn’t you want shameless?” He slammed his cock far into her depths, stretching her, filling her in ways she’d never imagined. From deep within the vibrator and his cock elicited an urgent need, a desire to turn herself inside out for him. To offer the person she was in every way; to be his Little forever and offer him the same outrageous pleasure he was giving her.
“Answer me.” Slowly, he pulled back to the crown.
“I did. ”
“Didn’t you ask for daring?” Snapping his hips forward, he buried himself again.
“I did. I did.”
“You ask, and I deliver.” He pumped in and out.
“I’m so full. I feel you so deep, so deep.”
He bent to her ear. “This is nothing. I’m going to stretch and take every opening in your sweet body, because you’re mine forever. Tell me the truth, does this hurt? Are you in red?”
“I’m not, Daddy. It’s just…”
“So dirty, so naughty, right?”
“Yes!”
“Should I stop?”
Fisting the sheets, she shook her head against the mattress. “Nooooo!”
“That’s my girl.”
Barron let it all out. He drove in and out of her in a wild, incessant rhythm. The toy’s vibration ratcheted the wild sensations and her excitement to such a degree, the explosion was imminent.
Except, for as much as she wanted to explode, that ever elusive permission dangled out of her reach and controlled her physical responses. He was truly the Dominant and Daddy of her heart and mind. Without his permission, she’d go nowhere.
“Daddy?”
“With me, baby. Let it go.” He held her firmly in place with one arm around her waist, then reached for her throbbing clit with the other and without any mercy proceeded to stimulate her nub to climax. Her muscles thrummed, clenched, and relaxed around his cock, and with a loud mewl, she took off into space. Biting her shoulder, Barron flew after her.
When the spasms subsided, he collapsed over her. After a moment, he rolled to the side, kissing her head.
“How’s my princess? Happy, satisfied? Naughty enough? How’s that cute butt?”
The vibration stopped, which meant he must’ve turned it off at some point.
“Oh God.” She covered her face with her hands.
“What’s the problem? You’re my baby girl and soon to be my wife. So we get a little raunchy. It’s fun, makes life interesting, and keeps the relationship hopping.”
“You forget, I was raised in a conservative home. The things I asked you for…well, they’re considered immodest and sinful.”
“By who? The church or your parents? Because I’ve heard Cubans are passionate people. Their women are wild and sexy. I have one in my arms.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not. You’re the hottest woman and Little I’ve ever known. You make me absolutely crazy. One glance from those pretty hazel eyes and I’m gone. Plus, you’re willing to try new things. It doesn’t get any better. Don’t you dare change on me.”
“I don’t intend to.”
“Good girl. Do you think you can sleep now?”
She yawned. “Hmmm, my eyes are closing.”
“Then go with it. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”