Chapter 28 #2
Another thrust, deeper this time, and I realize he’s buried all the way inside me.
The hairs on his legs feel like sandpaper, scraping over my abused skin as he rocks against me.
“Yes, baby. I love it when you give me reasons to put you over my knee and spank that naughty little bottom until you’re a sobbing, sorry, messy little baby.
Nothing in this world brings me more joy. ”
He rocks his hips again, fucking me deep inside my bottom as he laughs. “Well, nothing except being inside your tight little asshole. I could fuck you like this every day and never tire of how good you feel around me, babygirl.”
The knowledge that I’m pleasing him, that punishing me and fucking me both make him happy fills me with a joy so intense it makes my chest ache. Lifting my hips, I push back against him, letting out a soft whine when my aching bottom presses against his hips.
“Please,” I beg, desperate and beyond caring that our family is watching me beg for Daddy’s cock in my bottom. “Please.”
“What do you want, baby? Use your big girl words for Daddy.”
“Please… please f–fuck me, Daddy!”
Again he groans as he rocks inside me. “Where do you want Daddy to fuck you, baby?”
“My–my bottom! Please fuck my bottom, Daddy!”
“Good fucking girl.”
The world falls away as he pulls back and then slams into my aching bottom. Over and over he fucks me, and all I know his him and this horrible, perverse need pounding through my veins.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, unable to form words beyond my desperate begging for more, for mercy, for things beyond what my mind can even comprehend.
A hand slides between my hips and the couch, clever fingers pressing against my swollen clit. “Come for me, baby. Come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock. Show our family how fucking good you are for your Daddy.”
Reality fractures around me. Somewhere in the distance, someone screams as a volcano of pleasure erupts inside me.
I’m vaguely aware of Daddy slamming into me, of his warmth coating my insides as his chest heaves with deep, shuddering breaths.
“My very good girl,” he murmurs as he pulls his cock free, and a low, keening wail slips from my lips, earning me a low chuckle as he gathers me in his arms. “So greedy for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you, baby?
Don’t worry, you’ll be getting plenty of it this week.
Daddy plans to keep your bottom so full of his cum you won’t be able to walk straight. ”
It should sound like a threat. But right now, it just sounds like a promise.
Tabitha
I don’t remember falling asleep. But when I open my eyes, I’m in my crib, covered in a blanket.
Sitting up, I wince at the flash of pain when my diapered bottom presses against my mattress. Whether it’s from the paddle or Daddy’s cock, I’m not sure. Probably some combination of both.
“Daddy?”
“Right here, baby.”
Appearing from the shadows, Daddy plucks me out of the crib and settles me on his hip. “Did you have a good nap, little one?”
“I dunno.”
As the events of the morning play over and over again in my mind, doubt and worry creeps in, a dark stain over my memories. I don’t even realize I’m crying until Daddy wipes the tears from my face.
“Hey. What’s all this? What’s wrong, baby?”
Instead of an explanation, all that bursts out of me is a sob.
“Tabby? What’s wrong, baby? Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
But I can’t. I’m crying too hard to form thoughts, nonetheless words.
“Fuck,” Daddy mutters, and then we’re moving, hurrying down the hall and the stairs to a room I’ve never seen before.
“Ford, something’s wrong with Tabby.” There’s a frantic edge to Daddy’s voice that only makes me cry harder. “I think she might be sick.”
“Put her on the table there and let me wash up. Take her diaper off so I can check her temperature.”
Daddy tries to lower me to the table, but the thought of being separate from him has panic digging into my lungs and I cling to him for all I’m worth.
“She won’t let go. You’re going to have to do it.”
“I don’t think she’s sick, Colt. I think she’s having a panic attack.”
“Shit. You might be right.” The world moves and I realize Daddy’s rocking me gently from side to side. “Shhh, little one. You’re okay. You’re safe. Daddy’s right here. Can you breathe for me, baby? Like we did before?”
I want to. I want to be Daddy’s good girl and do everything he asks of me, but I can’t. My lungs have completely frozen and no matter how hard I try, I can’t breathe in.
Then something cold settles on the back of my neck and the shock of it has me sucking in a deep breath. As if by magic, the claws of panic digging into my chest loosen and I breathe out, focusing on Daddy’s voice, trying to match my breathing to his.
“There we go,” Daddy murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “You did so good for me, little firecracker. Can you give me one more big breath, baby?”
I do as I’m told, holding the air in my lungs for a count of four before slowly blowing it out again. And as I do, embarrassment sneaks in, joining guilt and shame in a nauseating emotional cocktail.
With a whimper, I curl into Daddy. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“You never have to apologize for your emotions, baby. But can you tell Daddy what happened?”
“I don’t know. I was thinking about this morning and then there were all these emotions and I just sorta freaked out, I guess.”
“Poor baby. What kind of emotions?”
“The yucky kind. The kind that make me feel like I’m a horrible person and everyone probably hates me now.”
“I see. Well, we should see what we can do about those yucky thoughts.”
Again I’m airborne, and too late I realize he’s carrying me to the living room. As soon as we enter, Josie and Lanie jump to their feet with a happy cry, rushing over to crowd me and Daddy.
“You’re awake!” Bouncing on her toes, Lanie clasps her hands together and gives Daddy a pleading look. “Can we play now, Uncle Colt? Pretty please? We waited so patiently.”
Across the room, Uncle Axel chuckles. “You’re being very loose with the word ‘patiently’ there, little runaway.”
“See?” Daddy says with a laugh of his own. “Do you really think people who hate you would be driving everyone crazy waiting for you to wake up from your nap?”
Something inside me shifts and while the worry doesn’t completely disappear, it does fade to the background. “I guess not.”
Confusion knits Josie’s brow. “You think we hate you? Why?”
“I was just scared,” I confess, swiping at my still-streaming eyes. “I know what I did this morning was really careless and selfish and I guess it all just kinda hit me out of nowhere when I woke up from my nap.”
“Precious girl.” Auntie Gray reaches for me, tugging me from Daddy’s arms to cuddle me against her soft breasts. “You could never make us hate you. Never.”
Looking around, I take in the smiling faces of my family. The family that chose me, and continues to choose me, over and over.
Then my gaze clashes with Daddy’s, and the fierceness of his love takes my breath away.
And I think I might actually believe them.