“You look so pretty in your little skirt, done up like a little present, that daddy wants to fuck you in the ass.”
My breath hitches. Doesn’t that hurt? Or will it feel good like the plug, but better, because it’s him?
“Do you want to try, babygirl, if I’m very, very careful with you?”
He’s always careful with me, especially when he’s testing my limits. “What will it feel like?”
“Hopefully it will feel good, babygirl. I’ll stop if it doesn’t.”
The look on his face when I pretended not to know how to touch myself was so enjoyable that I put on the innocent act again. “But you said I was your princess, daddy, and isn’t that something bad girls like?”
“You’re my princess, babygirl, but you’re my slutty little princess who does bad things for daddy.”
I wriggle back against him. “Yes, daddy.” He fingers my clit again and I can feel myself growing wetter as he slowly takes the plug out of my ass. I hear him applying lube to himself.
“Are you okay, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy,” I breathe. His cock presses against me. It seems impossible, at first, and I’m both fearful and aroused as he continues to rub my clit. I feel myself give and he pushes forward several inches.
“How does that feel?”
But I can’t find any words except for, “Please, daddy.”
“You want me to go on?”
I bury my face in the pillow, nodding. He presses deeper and suddenly he’s all the way in. He’s holding my bound body tightly and he’s deep inside me. I’ve never felt so stripped bare, so vulnerable.
“Good girl,” he moans, pumping harder, still circling on my clit. The pain is gone now and I cry out, louder than usual, “oh, god,” and “daddy,” and “oh please.”
“That’s my tight little girl. You feel so fucking good, kitten. Are you going to come for me, baby, with my cock in your ass?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Who owns your tight little ass?”
“You do, daddy.” And I feel the swell of my climax and clench tight around him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says through gritted teeth, and then I feel the sharp, violent thrusts of his orgasm.
I’m limp as a doll as he withdraws and slowly unties me. He pulls me onto his chest and cradles me in his arms. “God, you felt like heaven. How do you feel, babygirl?” he asks, kissing my sweaty forehead.
A warm, golden feeling has come over me, pleased and satisfied at the same time. It’s the feeling I always get when I know I have given him what he wants, and it has pleased me, as well. I enjoy the hungry way he looks at me and the fierce way he holds me and fucks me as much as I enjoy his sweetness and care. My legs are tangled in the loose ropes and I trail a hand across his chest. “Like nothing can touch me.”
Chapter Ten
“Oh, hell.”
I look up from scrolling through Instagram on my phone. My mother is standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a stack of large stoneware mixing bowls when I wander in. Every surface is covered in china and glassware and all the cupboard doors are open.
“Mum, what are you doing?”
“I thought I’d clean out the cupboards before the first house inspection. Can you clear somewhere for me to put these down? They’re heavy.”
I put my phone on the bench and begin to stack dinner plates togethe
r to make room. “Mum, they’re not going look inside the cupboards,” I point out. “Besides, the house isn’t even on the market yet.”
“Yes, darling, I know, but it helps to be prepared. Could you start wiping down the pantry shelves if you’re not busy?”