Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
Sage
My body aches, but it’s muted by the pleasure coursing through me. I’d heard how pleasurable anal play could be, but I always thought it was a myth, not something that could possibly live up to the hype. Overrated.
Boy, was I wrong.
Maybe it is all Barrett. The control, the command, the positions he put both of us in. I’m Daddy’s pet. I may have balked at the sight of the stockade and the tails, but it wasn’t a true protest. Not with Barrett behind me. Not with Daddy behind me.
I can’t deny the way he makes me feel. Vulnerable yet powerful.
Protected and treasured. I can’t let it all go to my head.
I am my own person no matter how many times he claims I belong to him.
When this night is over, I have to return to my home, my job, my responsibilities. But it’s nice to feel safe.
He doesn’t give me time to rest before pressing the next plug to my ass after having worked the first in and out until I moaned with every insertion. The cool metal and gel isn’t as much as a shock this time.
“A kitten. The personality suits you.” He pushes harder and the metal sinks into me. It’s the oddest form of relief and edgy pleasure.
I’m almost in tears when I hear the loud vibrations of the wand firing up again, and the moment it touches my clit, a single tear escapes. Not of sadness or even frustration, just pure rapture.
The fur of the tail brushes against the backs of my thighs before I feel a slight tug. He’s playing with it while forcing me to that sharp edge of climax.
“Still good, pet?” His deep timbre brushes against my spine before he starts a line of kisses down to my tail bone.
All I can manage is a whimper, hoping it comes out in an affirmative sound. The vibrations abruptly stop, the wand hitting the bed, and he drops the tail. The next thing I feel is his hand cupping my chin. I didn’t realize my eyes were closed.
Opening them, I see his soft gaze staring back at me. Barrett is crouched in front of me.
“Give Daddy the words. Still good?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I sound almost sleepy.
“Good girl.”
“When can I come?”
His grin widens, filling with indulgence. “Not for a while yet.”
“I’m not sure how much more I can take.” I meant to think the words, but once my lips started moving, I couldn’t stop them.
“You’ll take everything, pet.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss on my lips, then he’s out of sight and I feel him tugging on the tail. “I don’t think a kitten is the right choice for you.”
How many tails did I see laid out on the bed? I didn’t count. I should have counted them.
“What do you think? A bunny? A kitten?” His voice drops. “Or Daddy’s little fox?”
I whimper and he presses the next piece of steel against me.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You’re Daddy’s little fox.”
It’s the way he says it, the way my body responds to his voice, his words. He pushes this one in a little harder and quicker than the first two, but my hole is stretched and relaxed, ready for anything he wants to do now.
And just as before, he picks up the wand, setting it against my bundle of nerves and starts playing with the tail with the other hand.
My body is on fire. I know my climax won’t wait to reach the edge before exploding.
There’s nothing I can do to control my body at this point.
I’m in his hands. I feel oddly free, but my mind isn’t conscious enough to focus on that at the moment.
Something to reflect on later. In the harsh light of day.
“Don’t come yet. Daddy isn’t done with you.”
“I c- can’t stop it.”
He turns off the wand and the sound I make is embarrassingly loud—a needy whine that begs him not to stop. My legs shake uncontrollably.
“Please, please.” The words don’t work any better than the sounds I make.
“Shhh,” he whispers while softly petting my centre, alternating with the backs of his knuckles and his fingertips.
As soon as I’m able to breathe again, the bed dips.
Giving the plug a little tug, he drapes the fuzzy tail onto my back and grips my hips.
“Are you read to take it, pet?” His swollen head presses against my slick opening.
My lungs seize as he pushes in, not giving any mercy to the fact there is a plug crowding the space.
I’m full, so full, and this position amplifies every sensation.
He slams into me and I’m helpless to go anywhere. His hands are firm, keeping me from moving against the stockade as he sets a hard pace.
“Daddy’s good little fox.” He growls and I feel his body tighten and his grip turns bruising. Excitement runs through me at the idea of his marks on my skin in the morning.
My walls clench.
Barrett growls and slaps my ass before returning his hand to my hip. “Don’t come.”
“I’m trying, Daddy.”
“If you come, pet, then so will I. I can’t resist your cunt squeezing me tight.”
Just to be difficult, I clench more muscles, something every woman should practice, and now I’ve just found the best reason to keep those muscles strong.
Torture.
Barrett pulls on the plug in my ass, holding it in my opening at its widest point. “Want to try that again?”
I bite my lip, because I do. I want to make him as crazy as he’s made me.
He slides the plug back in and holds himself to the hilt. “Fuck, pet. You’re completely irresistible to me.”
I am?
I’m left cold as he pulls out of me and gets off the bed. I’m too scared to make a noise of protest, needing him to continue now.
The metal of the latch on the stockade clinks, making me open my eyes. Barrett is attacking the lock with the key hanging from a long string beside it. He rips the beam up. I’m about to rise, but he sets his hand on the back of my neck. “Easy. Take it slow.” He helps me up and my muscles protest.
Setting the beam back in place, he resumes his position behind me.
“Hands on the wood.” As soon as I set them there, only leaning forward a little compared to being locked in the contraption, Barrett lifts the tail and thrusts inside.
“Come here, pet.” He splays his hand over my belly and pulls until my back is against his chest, the tail trapped between us.
Every thrust pushes against my ass, putting pressure on the steel.
Barrett holds me with a wide hand on my chest, his fingers resting against my collar bone and his palm flat above my breasts.
“Lean your head back.” Lips nip and suck at my neck as I hear the wand vibrate. “Now, you’re going to come. And fast.” He sets it against my clit. One. Two. Three. I explode, crying out as tears track down my cheeks.
Adjusting his hold to my throat, his thrusts become short and erratic as his cock swells inside me. Heat spurts in my core and his teeth sink into my shoulder, hard enough to make me whimper, the sensations more vivid now that my blood flow is slowly returning to normal.
“Daddy’s perfect little fox.” He holds me tight, whispering praise into my ear.
“You took me so well, pet.”
“Such a good girl.”
His words settle into a dark corner of my mind for me to process later, but the sound of his voice keeps me in this heightened state while my blood pumps hard to return my body to normal.
Pressure in my behind has me rousing while he pulls the tail free. The next thing I’m aware of is Barrett lifting me from the bed to set me into hot, peppermint-scented water and him crawling in behind me to massage the soreness from my muscles caused by the position he forced me into.
I’m treasured. And I don’t want to let go of that.