by Livia Grant
Lukus was lecturing his fiancée. "That's one, Tiff. No f word for you."
Tiffany looked more annoyed than sorry, but she played along. "Yes, Sir."
Brianna tried to help her best friend by changing the subject. "Did you tell Lukus about Zoie yet, Tiff?"
Rachel filled a plate with enough pizza for Derek, and went to plunk down in her husband's lap as they listened to Tiffany sharing shower stories.
"You need to call your sister, Lukus. She hit me up again, wanting the accounting job you have open."
Master Lukus's face showed alarm. "You didn't tell her it was still open, did you? She's been texting me, too. I told her it was filled."
Brianna questioned him. "Why not give her the job? She's graduating this month with her accounting degree. She could be a—"
Lukus cut her off. "You really want her hanging around at The Pit? She's a baby. She doesn't belong there, and I sure as hell don't want her watching if we’re playing or, God forbid, I’m doing the show."
Rachel giggled at the horror that filled Tiffany's face.
"I hadn't thought about that. Okay, you're right."
In typical Master Lukus style, he replied cheekily, "Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
Brianna countered, "Don't get too cocky. You're wrong about her being a baby. She's a delightful young woman."
Markus shot his wife a glance. "You stay out of this, Brianna."
Brianna kept pushing Lukus. "What? I'm just saying that you've been looking for an accountant for months. Lukus hired someone, and they quit. He had to fire someone else. Clearly you're having problems keeping good help."
Derek chimed in. "I'm less worried about the accountant. We're getting by with the temp service. It's the Master Dom we need to fill, and quick."
Lukus snorted. "I'm beginning to think it's impossible. We've interviewed and screened dozens of guys."
Tiffany snorted back. "Well, anyone has to be better than that first guy. He was awful. He was as wimpy as my ex, Jason."
"I can't believe you're talking about your ex... here... now... only two weeks before our wedding," Lukus complained.
Tiffany's blue eyes lit up with a mischief that Rachel suspected got her ass warmed often. "Hey, he's the ex for a reason."
"Yeah, well, I'll be sure to give you a tangible reminder of how us non-wimps handle our women when we get home."
Tiff grinned. "I was counting on it... Sir."
Michael chose that moment to wake up with a squawk. Rachel's heart swelled with love as she listened to her son calling for her with his keen cry.
"I'll go get him changed, and bring him down to feed him."
Derek seemed about to get up to help her, but Rachel placed her hand over his heart lightly. "It's okay, Daddy. I have him."
The playful name had just slipped out. She'd been calling him Derek for weeks. She saw the pleased joy in her husband's eyes as he smiled back at her. He added a nice smack to her ass for good measure as she moved away from him; and her heart soared.
Rachel picked her crying son up and held him, swaying him gently to comfort him. He snuggled close, as if recognizing that his food source was back. It only took a few minutes to change his wet diaper. Then she grabbed a shawl from the back of the rocking chair and headed back to the kitchen.
The women were busy picking up the remnants of dinner while Rachel went back to her Daddy again. She sank into his welcoming lap before baring her left breast and leading her son to her nipple for his dinner.
When she looked up, all eyes in the room were on her. It felt odd. She'd been naked in front of these people dozens of times at The Pit. They'd seen her being intimately punished, and even having hot and wild sex with her husband. Yet she was self-conscious as they witnessed her feeding her baby.
Master James broke the quiet. "Now that's a marvelous sight—a new mother feeding her baby. I never get tired of it." He looked at his wife, a look of longing in his eyes. "Almost makes me want to try for another one. You game, Mary?"
Rachel expected Mary to protest, but instead she snuggled into her Dom's arms. "Whatever you think, Sir."
The friends spent the next hour visiting, while each of them took turns holding and cooing over Michael.
By the time they all left it was getting late, and Rachel was bushed. Derek cleaned the kitchen while she put Michael in his bassinet. She was just about to change for bed when her Daddy appeared in the doorway, larger than life.
Her heart skipped a beat at the dominant tone of voice. It was a sound she'd been missing. "And what do you think you're doing, young lady? You have a very important job to take care of still tonight."
Rachel played along. "What job is that?"
"Daddy. Until the next time the baby wakes up, I'm your Daddy, and you are my very good girl. And you know what good girls get, don't you?"
They'd played this game out dozens of times during their marriage, and as if they had been trained, her neglected girly parts contracted with pent-up desire. "Good girl spankings?" she asked hopefully.
Derek's lopsided grin lit up his face, making him the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "Oh, you'd better believe it. That, and a nice full tummy of hot cum."
Rachel licked her lips self-consciously, anxious to get started, yet wanting to make the moment last. "I am still ravenous."
"Oh baby, so am I. Now, I think you're overdressed."
One by one, each piece of the outfit she'd worn to the shower was peeled away from her body. Derek showed great restraint as he trailed kisses across her skin, igniting a long dormant need. When she stood naked before her husband, he pressed her gently to her knees.
Rachel licked her lips, preparing to take the full length of his cock down her throat, but he stepped out of her reach before her mission was accomplished. She watched him cross the room to the dresser. When he turned back toward her, she saw her thick gold choker collar in his hands.
Tears filled her eyes. More important than her wedding band, her collar represented her commitment to her Dom... her Daddy... her Derek. The first tear streaked down her cheek just as he wrapped the heavy jewelry around her petite neck, locking it in place.
The cool weight touching her skin had an immediate calming effect. She hadn't overtly recognized that she was tense until that very minute, but the second it locked, she felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
It felt like coming home as her Daddy linked his fingers through her long brunette hair and used it to yank her forward against his long cock. Her mouth stretched open to take him inside her. The taste of his pre-cum on her tongue was a familiar heaven. Within two thrusts, he was prodding the back of her throat.
She may have been out of practice, but giving good head was like riding a bike. It came back to her easily. His eight-inch rod slid down her throat as she swallowed, making sure to constrict her Daddy's cock in the best possible way. His corresponding growl told her he appreciated her efforts.
He rode her mouth hard and fast, exactly as she liked it. She adored servicing her Daddy on her knees; knowing she could push him over the edge to his own orgasm. So Rachel was shocked when he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, taking a step back just before he shot his wad down her throat.
She gasped for breath as she dared to glance up at her Dom. The look of love in his eyes made her sway with emotion.
"Not yet. I'm gonna come inside that pussy of yours tonight. I've missed it so much, but before we do that, I think I promised my little girl a good girl spanking."
At his words, the flesh on her ass tingled. Just the promise of being disciplined, and already her bottom prickled with goosebumps. Derek's grin told her he had noticed.
Her Dom was back. He hooked his finger through the ring on her collar and yanked her forward. She fell to her hands and knees and crawled to the hard-backed chair they kept in their bedroom for nighttime spankings exactly like this.
Rachel's heart thumped in her chest with pent-up anticipation as
she let herself be pulled face down across Derek's muscular legs. Before she could wiggle at all, his right leg clamped over both her calves, restraining her against his lap. Her long hair dragged across the floor. Only her fingertips could reach the carpet.
One of the things she loved the most about her good girl spankings was the intimacy of the time over her Daddy's lap. Unlike naughty girl spankings over the bed or a spanking bench, she adored being close enough to smell his masculine scent. She loved to wrap her left arm around his muscular calf to hold on tight as he started with a slow, intimate massage for her ass cheeks.
Only when her butt was warmed did the small slaps begin. Back and forth. Left to right. Gradually growing in heat and speed, until Rachel felt the need to wiggle.
Only then did her husband stop the spanking long enough to slide his thick fingers through her now wet folds, making sure to pay extra attention to her puffy clit. Just when she was about to tip into pleasure did his caress stop, and he returned his flat palm to her now pink bottom.
Sweet torture. The only thing that could take her higher was the feel of Derek's rock-hard cock poking her tummy. He was clearly as tortured as she was, so it was no surprise when, in one swift motion, he raised his leg and lifted her body up to stand in front of him.
His large hands clamped down on her hips. He picked her up as if she were a feather and pulled her into his lap, facing him with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Look at me, Rachel Lynn."
She did. "Yes, Sir."
"Daddy. At night, after Michael is asleep, I'm still your Daddy."
She grinned. "Yes, Daddy."
Their eyes were locked as he lifted her once more, lining up his hard shaft. As he loosened his grip, he let gravity press her body down, planting his tool deep inside in one thrust. A small twinge of discomfort joined the ecstasy of having her husband inside her again. Recognizing she might be in pain this first time after giving birth, her thoughtful Dom lifted her slowly before lowering her again, even slower.
Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, but she didn't want him to be gentle. She wanted his dominance—his power—his protection—his love.
She started to wiggle, attempting to speed him along, but he slapped her naked ass instead.
"That's enough, little girl. We go at my speed. Not yours."
"But I want you... bad," she whispered.
"In case you missed it, you have me. All of me."
"Yes, but—"
"But... my baby wants me to fuck her harder?"
His naughty words turned her on. "Yes, please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
Playtime was over. Derek lifted her from her hips again and again, pulling her up only to drop her, impaling her over and over with his hardness as the intensity of his love shone in his eyes.
Rachel tumbled into her climax first, and was lucky enough to topple over the edge again only minutes later as Derek was getting closer.
He came with a roar, spewing hot cum deep inside Rachel's body, tipping her over the edge into a third orgasm, collapsing her head into the crook of his neck, nibbling as she started her recovery.
They hugged each other silently until she felt his softening cock slipping from her. Only then did it hit her, and she panicked.
"Oh, no!"
"What?"
Derek looked terrified, and Rachel worried that she'd panicked him unnecessarily.
"I'm not on the pill again yet. We didn't use a condom. With my luck, we'll get pregnant again."
She'd expected to see panic in his eyes, but instead she saw joy. "That would be lucky, wouldn't it? I love you, Rach."
"I love you more, Daddy."
Chapter Seven
Derek
"Rachel Lynn, get that lovely ass down here now. We’re gonna be late!"
Derek looked at his watch for the tenth time in the last hour. They should have left twenty minutes ago. It isn’t every day your best friend gets married, and despite being the happiest day in Lukus Mitchell’s life, Derek suspected his friend was probably about to lose his shit right about now.
I need to get there to keep reminding him of all he’s gaining today, not losing.
His wife rushed into the kitchen, her arms full of shoes, jewelry, purses, and makeup. Dumping the lot on the kitchen counter, she complained. “Your parents stayed too long when they came to pick up Michael. I need more time.”
Annoyed, Derek picked the high-heels out of the mess and handed them to Rachel. “All you need right now are your shoes. You can deal with the rest in the car.”
“I’m not putting my make-up on in the car! I’ll have lipstick on as eye shadow in Chicago traffic.”
“Rachel Lynn, I’m not going to be late to Lukus’s wedding. I already have everything else loaded in the car. We need to go.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re in the wedding. What the hell am I supposed to do for the two hours you guys are all taking photos and getting ready?”
It wasn’t the first time she’d complained about being left on her own while Derek played his role as groomsman. He understood why Tiffany had chosen her sister over Rachel as a bridesmaid, but it sure would have been easier if he and Rachel were both in the wedding party.
“I was going to wait until we got to the hotel to surprise you, but it’s better that I tell you now. I reserved us a room at the hotel tonight, so we don’t have to drive home tired after the reception. Not to mention, I don’t want us out on the road with the New Year’s Eve drunk drivers.”
He’d expected excitement from his wife to be staying at the Four Seasons. Instead, he got tears.
“What? We can’t do that! I told your mom we’d pick up Michael by one in the morning.”
“And I told her we’d be there by noon tomorrow to pick him up.”
“But… we can’t… I didn’t pack him enough… I…”
“Stop, Rach. I know, it’s scary leaving him overnight for the first time, but he’s in good hands. My parents were super excited to keep him tonight. I sent everything he’ll possibly need and then some.”
“But I’ll miss him. This is a bad idea. Maybe you should go without me.”
Derek detected her rising anxiety at the idea of leaving their son overnight for the first time. There were many things about parenthood that he still didn’t understand, but handling his little’s anxiety he knew exactly how to handle.
“Enough, baby girl. We may be late, but we have just enough time to remind you who’s in charge tonight. In fact, I’m kinda glad you haven’t put your make-up on yet. Now I won’t be feel as guilty about making you shed a few tears that might make your mascara run.”
He watched her carefully, loving how her eyes grew wide with her first understanding. “From this moment until the time we arrive at my parent’s house tomorrow to pick up Michael, I’m Daddy. Not Derek. And as you know, Daddy always takes good care of his little girl.”
Done talking, Derek reached out to grasp his wife’s bicep, leading her to the kitchen table. Swiping a few papers aside, he made an open spot to push her upper body down upon. Her impatient groan was her only complaint at being manhandled.
“Daddy… ” she whined, as he lifted the hem of her little black dress up and over her curvy ass.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. These granny panties are gonna have to go. We can’t have my baby wearing such big-girl underwear,” he said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband, yanking the offending panties down to expose her milky-white ass. After he had her step out of them, he used his foot to edge her legs farther apart before leaving her to cross over to the overnight bag near the back door.
“I’d planned on taking care of this once we got checked into our room, but I can see it can’t wait. My baby needs her reminders now about how I expect her to behave tonight, don’t you little girl?”
He’d half expected her to continue to fight getting into the right head space, so he was pleased to hear her muffled “Yes, Daddy.”
After grabbing the few items he needed from the top of the bag, he returned to his wife, admiring her anxious wiggling as she waited to see what he had planned. She wouldn’t need to wait long.
Derek started by opening the tube of lube and generously lubricating the medium-sized butt-plug that would be hitching a ride to the wedding shoved up his beautiful wife’s bottom. He moved his slippery fingers to the pucker in front of him, shoving his fingers in and out of Rachel until she moaned. Spreading her cheeks apart, he lined the tip of the metal plug up with her butthole before beginning his lecture in is best angry-daddy voice.
“Before I shove this big-boy home, remind me again why I make my baby wear a plug when we are out in public?”
It was one of their oldest games, and he’d missed it. Rachel’s tortured reply went straight to his cock. “Because I was naughty and need a reminder to be Daddy’s good little girl.”
“Exactly, and since I can’t make you keep a pacifier in your mouth all night, this kind of plug will have to do. Now take it.”
Despite being an anal pro, Derek used care as he shoved the plug inside Rachel’s back door. They hadn’t had time for much anal play since Michael had been born, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause her any real pain that might jeopardize their planned fun evening. The plug disappeared in one big gulp, drawing a chuckle from him. “Maybe I should have used the next size bigger. Such a greedy little girl you are. It looks like you’re gonna handle this size easily.”
She didn’t even try to deny it. “Yes, Daddy.”
“We really are late, so I don’t have time to service this pussy of yours properly, but based on the way your bottom is wiggling, I suspect someone is gonna to try to masturbate when we get to the hotel. So, listen carefully. You will NOT get yourself off, do you hear me? You’ll edge yourself all night just like I’m gonna have to do, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll be sure to properly scratch that itch of yours when we get to our room after the party.”
“But… Can’t you just take care of me one time before we go?” she whined, playing the part of the naughty girl perfectly.