“I got you a present today, princess. Your first one as my little girl.”
So he was pretty certain that I was going to say yes. “Oh?” I say, and he laughs softly. I don’t like that laugh.
“You sound worried, princess.” He reaches over to the glove box and then holds something down in front of my face, turning it this way and that. In the dim light I can just see that it is tapered and silver and about four inches long. There’s a pink jewel at the flat end. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s a butt plug. What do you say?”
Oh, god. A butt plug. They go in your ass, don’t they? We haven’t even gone to bed together. He hasn’t even kissed me.
“Well?” he asks, pinching my ass hard.
“Thank you, daddy,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Now open your legs.” All trace of teasing has gone from his voice.
A sub’s job is to submit, no matter what. Especially when being disciplined.
I open them as much as I can, one knee against the driver’s-side door, and one on the passenger seat. I’m completely exposed to him.
“You’re going to like this, babygirl. It’s going to remind you to behave, and that your ass is mine.” He separates my cheeks and spits, and then massages it in with his finger. It feels unexpectedly good, and I moan. He rubs the plug over my wetness, making it slick.
“I’m going to go slowly. Just relax, babygirl.” He holds me apart with one hand and pushes with the other. I whimper as I feel myself yield. Then my breath catches as I stretch and become filled up. “Breathe, princess,” he reminds me, and I do. The plug slips into place, and I groan, burying my face against his legs.
He presses firmly on the plug. “Whose ass is it?”
My
head rears up. “Yours, daddy.”
“Why are you being disciplined?”
“Because I was rude to daddy and walked into his office without asking.”
“Good girl.” He caresses me slowly, his hands stroking my skin. “And such a tight little ass it is.”
To my surprise he pulls my skirt back into place, then leans down and unlocks the cuffs. Then he pulls me up and settles me in my seat. I can’t sit normally and my arms are braced against the dash and my seat back. I don’t know whether I want to come or hit him.
“What—” I say, my breathing shallow, “what are you doing?”
But he just gets out of the car and comes round to my side and helps me out. Standing, I can still feel the plug, but not as much as I thought I would be able to.
“Aren’t you going to discipline me?” I ask as he takes my hand and starts walking me to my house.
“I am disciplining you.”
Of course he is. The ache begins between my thighs, and I wonder what else he has planned for me.
On the front step of my house he turns me toward him and cups my face in his hands. I can feel how hot my cheeks are against his cool skin. He strokes his thumb over my lower lip and I melt under his gaze.
“You’ve never kissed me before, you know,” I whisper.
“I know. I wanted to wait until you were mine. Are you mine?”
A warm sensation bubbles through me, like the finest champagne. “Yes, daddy.”
Rufus smiles in the darkness, his teeth gleaming. When he lowers his mouth to mine my lips open beneath his, inviting him in. Knowing I belong to this stern, caring, dominating man makes me golden under his touch, and I rise up on tiptoe to meet him, wrapping my arms around his neck.