“Then let it happen.”
His mouth returned to my slick pussy, my swollen bud welcoming the sharp lick from the tip of his tongue. My mind drifted, my muscles relaxing. His fingers re-entered my pussy and I focused on the clenching and pulsing and warm liquid gratification that spread through my core.
There was that wandering finger, once more. Taking a deep breath, I willed my ass not to clench as his finger pressed gently on the muscled ring of my puckered rim.
I can do this. I can do this. It’s just a finger up the butt, right? The invading member moved further into me, pressing past the unwilling ring.
Oh... that felt... good. Like, really, really good.
Shame burned on my face as I gave a gasp. With his fingers pumping inside of me and one finger pressing into its new home, I felt delightfully full. The tip of his tongue flicked my bud. I began to rock my hips back and forth, my hands grabbing his hair tightly. His finger further plunged into my taboo entrance as my core tightened like a coiled spring, ready to explode. I was shouting his name over and over, then the words turned to fast, labored breaths. A warmth like a fever spread over my body, my skin breaking out in sweat. Vibrations shuddered through my body as I came, my mind floating above me, my body nothing but one carnal sensation. I found my voice once more, crying, “Colton,” as I came with a massive shudder. My jaw slack, my eyes rolled back into my head, my hand brushed the damp hair from my forehead as I stuttered, “Wha-what was that?”
He grinned, the back of his hand swiping at his mouth. “You need it. Glad you trusted me?” he asked.
Unable to form a verbal response, I nodded eagerly. His hand reached out, grabbing mine and helping me up from the bed. My bare feet landed on the plush carpet. “Time for your bath.”
“What?” I asked, confused. My limbs were jelly, my mind was still cloudy from having left my body. Standing up sounded like an impossible task. All I wanted was to lie there lifeless, Colton climbing on top of me and fucking my pussy while I lay—
“You heard me.” He pulled me closer to his side, laying a stinging smack on my bare ass. “Let’s go.”
“But I want you inside of me. Like, right now.” I felt strangely empty with the presence of his fingers now gone. I wanted his big cock inside of me, filling me up and banging every ounce of stress out of my body. And I was spent.
“Soon, baby girl. Patience. Bath time, first.”
“You’re going to bathe me?” I asked, thinking I may be able to muster up enough strength to make it to the tub, after all.
“What better way to welcome you home?” He swept me up into his arms, me naked, him fully dressed. I giggled as he carried me to the bathroom, kicking the door open with his foot.
He set me down on the floor, wrapping me in the robe I kept hung on the back of the door and tying the belt tight. “Sit,” he said, pointing to the edge of the tub. I sat beside him as he knelt next to the tub. He turned the knobs, holding his hand under the stream of water, adjusting the hot and cold until he was satisfied with the temperature. He gave me a grin. “Perfect.” Plugging the tub, he allowed it to fill, squeezing a generous amount of my lavender bath bubbles into the stream.
The tub filled with warm, scented foam. I sat, my gaze fixed on his, as he undid the belt. The robe fell open, exposing my breasts. I moaned as his mouth found my nipples, kissing and sucking as his hand grabbed and caressed each breast. My already wet pussy was now drenched.
Standing me up, he took the robe off and hung it back behind the door. Offering me his hand, he helped me step into the tub. The warm water caressed my skin, relaxing my muscles as I sank down into the tickly bubbles. I gave him a naughty look. “Are you going to wash me, too, Daddy?”
“Of course, baby girl. Nobody does it like Daddy.”
“I’ll bet,” I said with a wink, dreaming of his fingers massaging my pussy.
“I have to get your bottom all clean and ready for your plug,” he said.
I sat straight up in the tub, all visions of happy endings bath time massages ripped from my mind. “You what?”
He stood from beside me, sliding a little package out of his jeans pocket. “Your plug.” Opening the little case, he showed me a tiny tube of what looked like lube, and a small, silver bullet-shaped thing. “A little welcome home present.”
My eyes widened. “That... is not going in me.” My tiny hole closed tightly between my ass cheeks as they clenched together in protest.
“Sorry, baby. What Daddy says goes. Besides, a naughty thing like you, you’re what us daddies like to call a booty beauty.”
“Are you serious? What the heck is a booty beauty?” I asked.
“A little lady that receives pleasure from any and all attention her man pays to her ass. The more attention, the better. Why do you think you like being spanked so much? I lived without you long enough. Now I’m making you mine. The only way I know how.”
Placing his little torture device case on the rim of the tub, he helped himself to a blue washcloth from my wicker basket, everything just as I had left it. My mind tried to wrap around the concept of what he had proposed.
“I-I don’t know if your theory is correct about me.” I thought about what he said. I did so love his hands on my ass. The stinging feeling of his palm smacking my bare skin, it jiggling and burning afterward. And there was no denying the seventh heaven he had put me into when he had stuck his finger in there while eating me out. “I guess I am a bit of ‘booty beauty,’ as you so eloquently put it.”
He smiled. “I’ve known it about you for a long time. Now I will show you, so you know yourself.”
The blush on my cheeks could not possibly be hotter as he dipped the cloth into the water, soaking it. He pulled it up and wrung it out. The water felt so good, but my muscles tensed, just thinking about the fact that in a few moments, he would be washing my bottom with that cloth. I tried to relax as he gently wiped my face, my neck, my back.
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as he massaged my shoulders. The cloth ran over my breasts, the material felt rough against my peaked nipples. He ran the cloth down my stomach, my skin tingling. The fabric went below my waist, sliding between my folds. He rubbed it back and forth over my clit. My fingers wrapped around the edges of the tub, my feet pressing into its wall. I moaned and whimpered as he rubbed harder. My nipples further stiffened, rising just above the water line.
“There’s a good girl. Go ahead and come so you can relax.”
My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure spread, my core tightening, my breath quickening. My hairline grew damp as that familiar wave of heat danced over my face. I tried to still my legs, but they trembled beneath the water. My mind was floating, my lips opening to form a soft moan as my head lolled to the side. The pleasure turned to tension, my body going rigid as a hot liquid melted in my core. I rode the wave to climax, panting, moaning, losing all control as his fingers rubbed, caressed, faster and faster. Abandoning all inhibitions, I cried out as a powerful orgasm racked my body. Shuddering and shaking, I lay back against the cool enamel of the tub. My eyes slowly blinked open, my voice was raspy as I spoke. “Oh, my God. That was intense. I’ve never come so fast.”
“Amazing how Daddy can make you come with just the touch of his hand,” he said, flashing me a wicked smile.
“You do have magic fingers.”
“It didn’t hurt that you were so turned on by knowing what comes next, baby girl.”
Shame covered me. I wanted to deny it. But he knew me too well. He had seen me shake my ass one too many times for me to now say I was not in fact delighted by any and all attention he paid to my bottom. Instead, I shrugged. “A girl can’t help how she’s wired.”
“You were wired for me. Now turn over and get on your hands and knees.”
I pictured how I would look to him. My bare, soapy skin glistening. My ass in the air, my pussy and anus fully visible to him, the bathroom lights on as bright as daylight. My pink hole waiting for his plug to be inserted.
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I couldn’t. It would be humiliating. And way too vulnerable. I opened my mouth to protest, but something in the look he gave me made my lips snap shut. I could do this. Right? Giving him one long look, I carefully turned over, pressing my hands and knees into the bottom of the tub. My back and ass stuck up over the water.
I could feel his eyes on me, inspecting me from behind. I hung my head, closing my eyes and trying to remain calm. But damn, I had never been so exposed in my life. There was no other man in this world that could have commanded me to do this and I would have obeyed. My daddy had such a hold over me, honestly—it shocked me.
“Beautiful sight,” he murmured, his hand stroking the wet curve of my ass. I held my position, unable to see what he was doing. I didn’t have the guts to look over my shoulder and watch him preparing his toy. My breath caught in my throat as his fingertips parted my quivering cheeks. “Take a deep breath. Just relax.”
I took a deep breath, willing myself to do as he said. Then there was a cold, hard object pressing into the tight rim he had already explored earlier that evening. My body tried to reject his gift, but a sharp slap on my wet ass had me suddenly ready to comply. “Take a deep breath and let it happen.”
I breathed in and as I exhaled, he pushed the slick bullet all the way into my trembling ass. At first, there was a shocking, burning pain that made me suck a whoosh of air in between my clenched teeth. My joints tensed, my body rigid as it processed this entirely new sensation. His hands rubbed my back, his soothing words loosening my muscles. The pain began to ebb, melting into pleasure. My pussy pulsed, clenching as slick juices flowed. My mind calmed, allowing my body to accept the toy fully. An erotic fullness took over me, causing a wave of submissive energy to envelop me. Vulnerability has a way of making you weak in the knees, but somehow incredibly turned on.
He gave my bottom a pat. “Good girl.” He pulled the drain, helping me up. I stood, naked and wet and plugged as he rinsed the suds from my body. Offering me his hand, he helped me step out of the tub and onto the mat. As I lifted my leg over the edge of the tub, my skin stretched around the metal plug, reminding me of its existence.
He toweled off my skin, from my face all the way down to my toes. I blushed as he patted my pussy dry, then wriggled the towel between my cheeks, drying the crack of my ass. The small amount of pressure from the towel gave me another reminder of what he had done.
Wrapping the robe around me, he gave me a kiss. “Now are you ready for that cock that I promised you?”
My pussy clenched, dampening and ruining all of the cleanings he had just done on me. As my pussy tightened, my ass also tightened, squeezing around the plug. Shivers ran down my spine. I couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or nervousness. Hand in hand, we walked back to my bed. The sensation of the plug as I moved was strange but incredibly erotic.
“Why don’t you climb up on that bed on your hands and knees and let me look at you,” he mused.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, shooting him a sexy grin. I was so turned on by the way he was watching me, like he wanted to devour me. Already having bared myself to him in the tub, my inhibitions had been washed down the drain with the sudsy water. Shimmying my way up onto the bed, I did as he said, making sure to arch my back and stick my ass way up in the air.
Desire was written all over his face as he stared at me. “Such a naughty, sexy little minx.” He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I wiggled my ass in the air as he unbuckled his belt, his jeans soon joining his shirt.
He stood before me, naked, his gaze taking me in as I was him. With a growl and a lunge, he was right behind me. His hand slapped my ass. I cried out in surprise. “Hey what was that for?”
“Because I can. Let me check and make sure you’re still properly plugged.” His fingers were on my ass again, parting my cheeks and inspecting his handiwork. “Nothing like seeing your little girl’s ass plugged before you fuck her.”
His fingers went to my pussy, playing and teasing. “Oh, my God, put that cock in me already!”
“Naughty girl. What do you say?” he asked.
“Please, Daddy, please fuck me with your rock-hard cock,” I moaned.
With a groan, he thrust the full length of his member into my wet, begging pussy. I could feel his balls against my ass as he pressed in harder. My pussy was stretched to capacity with his cock. My ass was burning from the fullness of the plug. I gave a high-pitched moan as he pulled out, thrusting in again.
His hands found my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples as he moved out and in again. Each thrust had my pussy tighter and tighter around his cock, clutching it and milking it for the orgasm my body demanded. My ass tightened around my plug. I screamed with pleasure as he fucked me, harder and harder, my knees and hands digging into the mattress.
I could take no more. My body clenched and shuddered, my head flying back as I shouted nonsense words. As I lost control of my body, I lost my mind. I was an animal, experiencing nothing but pleasure. Tears pricked at my eyes from the intensity of my climax.
“Hot damn, baby girl!” he said as he gave one final thrust and came himself. I could feel his hot seed bursting inside of me as his hands tightened around my hips.
We stayed in position, both panting and sweating. Then we collapsed onto the bed. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my hair. His hands stroked my back, my neck, my hair. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Every minute of that year I waited was worth it. I would have waited for another ten,” he said.
Emotion washed over me as I apologized. “I’m so sorry I had to leave. I never should have been messing in that stuff—”
His fingertip tapped my lips. “Shh. No apologies. Everything worked out just as it should.”
I thought about that year. About who I was before I left, and who I was now that I’d returned. I had been so afraid of submitting to a man or losing my independence. A year in solitude from everyone you ever knew, and the man you loved, taught you to go for what your heart led you toward, even if it didn’t fit into the mold of rules you had made for yourself. I had come back, come back to Colton, just as I should be, ready to commit to him and give him my full heart, my entire self, whatever that may look like.
For goodness’ sake, look at me now—I had a plug up my ass. But I had also come three times and had my body practically worshipped all night by the man I loved. It had been a long road to get here, but it was all worth it. I stopped my apology, and instead, kissed the man of my dreams.
* * *
It’s amazing how quickly the human mind can adapt to new situations. Within weeks of being back in Little Peak, it was almost as if I had never left. With one exception—I now had a boyfriend. And a live-in one at that. There was rarely a night Colton didn’t sleep over at my place. We couldn’t bear to be apart. My lonely nights in my stark apartment felt like eons ago.
Working with my sister again brought tears to my eyes, daily. Sure, Rosalie had elbowed her way in and stolen my full-time position, but I didn’t mind. Between my part-time work for the feds and helping out with weddings, I was more than satisfied with my work–life balance. Trust me, after waiting so long for my man, I had no problem clocking out early and heading home.
And the ease I felt being Colton’s girlfriend was surprising, even to me, the girl who’d been crushing on him for years. We just... fit. After being separated for a year, we now spent every second possible with one another. And we never got sick of each other.
We weren’t one of those couples who got together and then went on lockdown, never to be seen again. We partied at Bud’s with our friends, ate almost all our meals with family at the Mess Hall, even invited guests to join us for our weekly Friday night rides. The fact that we weren’t antisocial didn’t mean that once that moon came up high in the sky and it was time for bed, the two of us weren’t utterly alone, locked up in my shoebox condo, wrapped around one another under my quilt. After all, we ha
d lost time to make up for.
Memaw had decided that since Colton and I liked being together so much we could now take over dinner cleanup duty. Didn’t bother us a bit. I loved how he chased me around the kitchen, threatening me with a wooden spoon. We got the dishes done... eventually.
About six months after I had gotten back, Colton and I were once again the last ones in the Mess Hall, cleaning up before heading home to rock the bed. Colton stopped me, his fingertips trailing down my bare arm. “I never asked you, Josie... what’d they do to you? Where’d they go?”
The tattoos had been long gone; it didn’t really bother me much anymore. “I had to have them removed for my safety. No distinguishing features the cartel could identify me by if the worst happened.”
He gave a low whistle. “Those were some dangerous guys you all were locking up, huh?”
“Yeah. It felt pretty good to know I helped put a few behind bars.” Inside I shuddered at the list of detailed violent crimes they had committed.
Chill bumps rose on my flesh as his fingertips kept trailing down my arm. “We’ll have to fix this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You and me. Let’s celebrate our new lives by going to get a little ink,” he said.
“But no one in your family has one. Memaw and Alice would kill you,” I said.
“Ah—Memaw’s got secrets up her sleeves,” he replied, giving me a sly wink.
“What? Memaw has tatts? No way!” I stacked the freshly wiped trays, ready to carry them into the kitchen.
“Can’t say. Not information for me to divulge. But Alice, she on the other hand... yeah, Mom’d be pissed,” he said with a chuckle.
I imagined his prim and proper mom, the horror on her face at her son’s fresh ink. I laughed. “I just got back, only six months out of police custody. I don’t want your mom to think I’m corrupting you if you show up back on the ranch with a tattoo on your arm.”
He got a funny look on his face I hadn’t seen before. “There is one inking I don’t think she’d have a problem with.”
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