Chapter 34
Goldie
How long did it take to find a plug? Unless he was looking for something else while he was up there.
Which begged the question of what, exactly, he might be looking for.
Nerves skittered up and down her spine while she waited, bent over with her bare ass in the air, staring down at her own panties folded neatly on top of his desk.
There was a reason for that, she was sure, she just couldn’t figure out exactly what that reason was.
To force her to focus even more on the fact that she was half-naked in his very nice office, waiting for her Daddy to come punish her?
That seemed the most likely option, knowing him. The bastard.
“What a pretty sight.”
Anxiety over her coming punishment warred with the warm pleasure of hearing him call her pretty. Craning her neck, she flashed him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “Yeah? Why don’t you come over here and do something about it?”
She punctuated the offer with a little wiggle of her hips. Maybe if she could distract him with her pussy, he’d forget all about her punishment. Or at least go easy on her.
Yeah, right.
“Believe me, menace. I have every intention of doing something about that pretty bottom of yours.” Crossing the room, he cupped her ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “Starting with putting a nice fat plug in this naughty hole.”
Said plug appeared in front of her, along with a thick leather belt, and her mouth fell open at the sight. “There’s no way that’s going to fit!”
“It will. Granted, it will hurt more than a little, but it will fit. Just like Daddy’s cock will fit.”
“What if I promise to never, ever do anything dangerous again? Could we just skip the part where you shove stuff in my ass?”
“If I thought there was a chance in hell of you keeping that promise, I might consider it. With your history, however…”
The sound of something plastic opening met her ears. “Reach behind you and hold your bottom open for me, Goldie.”
She allowed herself one quiet whimper before doing as she’d been told. Without her arms to support her, she was left lying awkwardly over the desk, with her cheeks and boobs pressed up against the cool wood.
It was humiliating… and also quite possibly the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
Grabbing one cheek in each hand, she slowly pulled them apart, exposing that most secret part of her to his gaze.
A moment later, cool liquid dripped down over her skin and shame washed over her, heating every inch of her skin.
And that shame only grew hotter when he pressed a finger to her hole, pushing forward past that tight ring of muscle.
“What do you think you should have done when you overheard Rowan on the phone?”
Seriously? He wanted to interrogate her now, when he was literally one knuckle deep in her asshole? “I don’t know. You’re the big bad mobster. What do you think I should have done?”
“That’s not the question, little girl. And you just earned yourself two extra with Daddy’s belt for being a smartass, bringing us up to an even ten. Keep it up, menace. I promise your ass will give out long before the leather on my belt does.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was probably a really bad idea to keep antagonizing the man who held the fate of her ass in his hands. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Much better. Now…” He pushed even deeper inside her, stretching her hole with a slight burn that had her whining quietly as she fought not to move out of position. “Answer the question, please. There’s no wrong answer, other than a sassy one.”
Okay, knowing he didn’t have a specific reply in mind did help, at least a little. “Um. I–I guess I could have texted you. Or gone to find you.”
“Texting me or calling me would have been a much better choice. I even would have allowed for you bursting into my meeting with Killian. Anything that didn’t involve you chasing after a man who may or may not be a traitor to his own family.”
As he spoke, he moved his finger in and out of her bottom in a mimicry of what he had planned for later. Shame and pleasure battled inside her, and she was pretty sure her arousal had already coated the tops of her thighs.
“I was being safe!” She protested as he pushed deeper in, down to the last knuckle. “He didn’t even see me!”
Relief nearly made her knees weak when he pulled his finger from her bottom. But that relief only lasted about two seconds before she realized with horror he wasn’t done. A second finger joined the first, and it took every bit of willpower she had to stay put as he stretched her even further.
“What if he had seen you? Did you even take a single second to think about what might have happened? Did you have any kind of plan in place? A decent lie to tell him when he caught you?”
No. No, she hadn’t because all she’d been thinking about was getting the information she needed. That he needed.
“I was trying to do the right thing.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears, adding to her humiliation. “I just wanted to help.”
“The right thing does not include you putting yourself in harm’s way. Ever. Am I making myself crystal-fucking-clear right now, Marigold Jane?”
Both his fingers were buried inside her, the burning stretch almost more than she could bear. Unlike when he’d done this the first time, he hadn’t spent nearly as long helping her relax beforehand and the difference was painfully obvious.
Literally painful. Like really painful.
“Yes, yes, you’re making yourself perfectly clear! No more danger, I get it, I get it.”
“I hope for both our sakes you’re right.”
Brody
A good man probably wouldn’t be turned on by the sound of tears in a woman’s voice. Especially the woman he loved.
Brody O’Rourke had never claimed to be a good man.
His cock was straining against the soft fabric of his pants, and every time his little menace clenched around his fingers, he grew even more painfully hard. He couldn’t fucking wait to be buried inside her after he’d welted her ass.
As turned on as he was, however, this was still a punishment and his naughty girl still had plenty of lessons to learn.
With that in mind, he pulled his fingers from her ass and reached for the plug sitting on the desk. Her eyes tracked his movements and he didn’t miss the way her bottom lip trembled. Already, her eyes were glistening with tears and he hadn’t even spanked her yet.
Fucking adorable.
“Keep that bottom open nice and wide for me, menace.”
Because he was watching her so intently, he caught the flush in her cheeks at his command, as well as the way her nostrils flared ever so slightly in response.
The spicy scent of her arousal already filled the air, and he could see it coating the insides of her thighs.
Punishment or not, his babygirl was just as turned on as he was.
Could she be any more perfect?
Pressing the tip of the metal plug against her bottom hole, he gently fucked her with it. Short, shallow strokes meant to help her relax and let him in. He had every intention of making sure this punishment was a memorable one, but he didn’t want to cause her actual harm in the process.
Once she did relax a bit, he pushed the plug in deeper, earning him a pitiful little whine from the woman he had bent over his desk.
“Daddy it hurts. Take it out, please, I’ll be good forever and ever, I swear.”
“You don’t want me to take this plug out just yet, menace.”
“Why not?”
Irritation turned her tone sharp, but he didn’t call her on it. For the most part, she really was taking her punishment very well, and he couldn’t blame her for being a bit short-tempered under the circumstances.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her, though.
Leaning down, he let his voice drop to a low growl. “Because,” he said as he pushed the plug in even deeper, “as soon as this plug comes out of your bottom, Daddy’s cock is going in your bottom. Is that what you want, menace?”
“Maybe,” she shot back, her eyes flaring with defiance.
“All right.” Shrugging, he straightened up again and slowly pulled the plug backward.
“I’m nothing if not flexible. We’ll start with Daddy fucking your pretty little bottom, then we’ll put the plug back in for your whipping.
But naughty girls don’t get orgasms until they’ve been spanked, so you’ll have to take Daddy’s cock in your bottom without being allowed to come. Sound like a plan?”
“No! No, it does not sound like a plan at all!”
“So you don’t want me to take the plug out, then?”
Silence met his question, followed by an annoyed huff. He was fairly certain that if she’d been able to, she would have stomped her foot at him.
“No, I don’t want you to take the damn plug out and you know it.”
“Ah, that makes much more sense.” He allowed himself a quiet chuckle as he pushed the plug back into her bottom. Need coursed through him as he watched her close her eyes, her shoulders shaking ever so slightly as she breathed through the discomfort.
When the plug finally slid home, her hole closing around the narrow neck, she sighed with such relief he couldn’t help but laugh again. She really was fucking adorable, especially in the throes of a punishment.
And because she was so damn cute, he gave her bottom a gentle pat once the plug was in place. “You’re being a very good girl for me, menace. I know this isn’t an easy punishment, but you’re taking it so well. You can let go of your bottom now, baby.”
“It’s just a plug,” she muttered, but he caught her blush and the hint of a smile on her face as she said it.
Brat.
Reaching past her, he grabbed the belt, grinning to himself when she shivered at the sound of the metal buckle clanking against the wood. “The count is ten. Six for going after Rowan, with an extra two for letting me sneak up on you in those bushes. And—”
“How is that fair?” Her voice rose with indignation, cutting off the rest of his explanation. “You were the one sneaking around! Why am I getting punished for that?”
“Because you’re going to be an O’Rourke. Which means that even if you don’t go looking for danger, it might come looking for you. So you’re going to learn to start paying more attention to your surroundings.”
“But that’s not—”
“Keep arguing with me, menace, and I’ll add a week of no orgasms to your punishment.”
Jaw clenching, she blew air through her nose, letting him know she wasn’t at all happy about his threat.
Which was perfectly fine with him. He had the rest of their lives to make her happy. Right now, he just needed her safe.
“As I was saying,” he continued when he was satisfied she wasn’t going to keep arguing. “It’s a count of ten. Six for following Rowan, two for not paying attention to your surroundings, and another two for sassing me when I asked you a question. Ready, menace?”
“As I’ll ever be.”