Excitement filled her.
“And today, during nap time, you’re going to wear a fat plug in your bottom. Then after naptime, I’m going to fuck your ass. How does that sound?”
Her heart raced. She licked her dry lips. “Really?”
He nodded. His face filled with heat. She jumped off the counter and ran towards the stairs.
“Where are you going? And don’t you dare run up those stairs!”
“I’m going to go wake the boys! It’s time for school!”
She could hear him laughing as she walked calmly up the stairs.
* * *
“Here is your tea, Daddy.” She carefully handed over the tea cup filled with water.
“Why, thank you, button,” Ink replied. It made her giggle, seeing him sitting across the coffee table with his pinky in the air as he sipped from a tiny floral tea cup.
“Delicious.”
“Cake?”
“Oh no, I couldn’t. But I’m sure Floppy would like some.”
“Floppy, would you like some cake?” she asked.
Floppy said yes. After the drinks were dished up and everyone who wanted cake had it, she took a sip of her own tea.
Contractors were coming in next week to start on the boys’ bedrooms and she couldn’t wait to turn their current bedroom into a playroom. All of her play stuff was crammed into the master closet and this was the first time she’d had a proper play day since the boys moved in.
Although it wouldn’t surprise her if the boys knew more than they were letting on. They were nothing if not observant.
“Zac rang me today,” Ink said.
“Zac?”
“He asked if you’d like to go for a play date with Lara.”
She clapped her hands and bounced up and down. “Yes, please, Daddy!”
“Thought you might enjoy that. I’ll arrange it for next weekend.”
“Yay, a play date! Are we going to Lara’s house?”
“Yep, you’ll have to be on your best behavior, though,” Ink warned.
She placed her hand on her chest with an outraged gasp. “Daddy! When am I not?”
He snorted with amusement.
“Ooh, let’s play with the Legos.”
Ink had brought down several boxes of toys for her. She stood and skipped over to the box that held the Legos.
“Only once you clean this mess up, button,” Ink warned.
“I’ll tidy it up later, Daddy,” she said dismissively. “Let’s build a castle.”
“Button,” he warned. “Come back here.”
“No, Daddy. I’ll get to it later. I’m playing with Legos now.”
Suddenly, he took gentle hold of her arm, pulling her up.
“Hey, Daddy! Stop!”
He walked her over to the corner.
“What are you doing? I wasn’t naughty.”
“Yes, you were. You weren’t listening to Daddy when he told you to tidy up.”
“This isn’t fair.” With a pout, she stomped her foot on the floor.
“Button, you’re being very naughty. Not only did you ignore Daddy, but now you’re throwing a tantrum over being punished? That’s five minutes in time out and ten over my knee. Now turn around.”
She folded her arms but turned with a huff. He grabbed hold of her Tinkerbell leggings and dragged them down along with her Care Bear panties.
“You know the position you should be in,” he warned.
With a sigh, she pushed her legs apart and leaned her face into the wall with her bare ass pushed out.
Ink ran a hand over her ass. “I know you haven’t had much Little time. Once the boys’ bedrooms are built that will all change. But obviously you need some more care and attention than you’ve been getting. So for the next week, your bedtime is nine. You’ll say good night, go upstairs, get ready for bed. You’ll put on a nightgown, but no panties, and lean over the end of the bed and wait for me to come up and spank you.”
“Daddy, you can’t do that! Just because I didn’t want to do corner time!” She turned to glare at him.
“No, because you haven’t had enough Little time and you need it. And so do I. After your spanking, I’ll read you a story and cuddle you and put you to bed.”
“Couldn’t we just do that without the spanking?”
“I think not. Unfortunately, I believe there’s lots of naughty things you’re getting away with that I’m missing.”
“Daddy! It’s not fair!”
“I can make it two weeks,” he growled.
“A week is fine! I can do a week!”
“Good. Now quiet.”
She stood in the corner, silently fuming. But she soon lost the tension and irritation. He was right, she did need this. Missed it. Needed to feel close to him like this. When he finally called her over, she was full of contrition.
She shuffled over to where he sat on the sofa.
Standing between his open legs, she lowered her head with a sniffle. “I’m sorry for being naughty, Daddy.”
“Hey, come here.” He lifted her onto his lap. “Little girls can’t be good all the time. And do you know what you being naughty means to me?”
“No? What?”
“It means you feel safe. You feel safe to be yourself. To act out. Because you know I’d never hurt you.”
He was right. She always felt safe with him.
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t get punished. Now, over my lap. The count is ten.”
Ink helped her roll over until she was laying across his lap, her legs resting on the sofa, her arms out in front of her. He started in immediately, peppering her bare ass with firm swats of his hand. Soon she was wriggling, trying to get away, but he held her tight against him.
Keeping her safe.
Always.
* * *
Betsy woke up as she felt a kiss brush the back of her neck. A shiver of delight worked its way through her.
He brushed her hair to one side and kissed his way down to between her shoulder blades. She’d decided to nap on her tummy today. Because her bottom was sore after her spanking and because she had a huge piece of plastic lodged in her butt.
“Time to wake up, brown eyes,” he murmured, running his tongue down her back. He drew the blankets off as he moved. “Otherwise, we won’t have time for some fun before picking up the boys.”
Her breathing quickened. She was more than ready. He’d been teasing her forever. And she loved when he took her while she was plugged.
She was also a little nervous.
“Shh.” He’d obviously felt her tense. “You’re ready for me. I’d never do anything that would hurt you.”
He placed a kiss on each butt cheek. She let out a small groan.
“Is my baby still sore here? After getting her naughty bottom spanked?”
Her clit throbbed at his words. He was lethal.
“Yes.”
“Poor baby. I’m gonna make it all better. I’m going to put some pillows under your tummy,” he said, moving to grab some pillows from the top of the bed. They now had plenty. She had a thing for pillows and blankets and anything soft.
He raised up her tummy and had her bend her legs, giving him easy access to her ass and pussy.
She guessed this was why he’d insisted that she nap naked. He reached down under her, cupping her breast then plucking at the nipple. She groaned. Her pussy was already wet. She wanted him. Needed him.
He ran his hand down over her back and ass then moved so he was behind her, between her bent legs.
“This is a fucking gorgeous ass right here.” He gave it a light tap and she cried out then groaned as he rubbed the heat in.
“I wasn’t naughty.”
“No, but sometimes you like a bite of pain.”
Another smack. More rubbing. Oh hell. He was killing her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Another smack then he kissed along her red cheek, then down towards her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder, but he must have rolled onto hi
s back because the next thing she knew, he was grasping her by the hips and pulling her pussy down to his mouth so he could feast.
Holy hell!
She whimpered. Moaned. She’d come close to orgasm then he’d back away until she was a mess, begging him to let her come.
“Soon, baby,” he soothed.
The bed moved as he climbed off to grab the lube from the bedside table. She watched him as he squirted some onto his hand then rubbed it over his firm dick.
She licked her lips, wishing she could have had a taste first. Leaning over, he kissed her. Hard. Hot. Fast. “Hold that thought until tonight. We don’t have time right now.”
Then he disappeared behind her once again. She turned to watch as he knelt between her open legs and reached for the plug. She turned back around, her eyes closing in pleasure as he twisted the plug, playing with her before he drew it out.
Slowly. Ever so slowly.
He loved to torture her.
She felt empty without the plug and she wriggled around with a whimper of displeasure.
“Shh, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” He parted her ass cheeks, the head of his cock nudging at her back entrance. “Relax for me. Good girl. That’s it, just relax. Fuck, yes.” He slid inside her. She’d been open from the plug and still slick with lube.
There was a pinch of pain as he pushed through tight muscle but the feeling of fullness that followed, the way her nerve endings danced to life soon overwhelmed everything else. She groaned with pleasure as he sunk deep.
“Damn, baby. Feels so damn good. Brown eyes, don’t move. You don’t know how close I am to coming. Shit, it’s embarrassing.”
“Please. Please. Feels so good. Need to come.” She wriggled around, trying to find friction for her clit, but he held her steady. Then he drew out. Back in.
Oh God. It was too much. She couldn’t take it.
He increased his speed.
“Damn, baby. Fuck!”
He reached around, finding her clit. She let out a small cry. About time! Her arousal grew, her orgasm was so close. He was pounding into her now.
More! More!
And then she shattered. Came with an explosion that forced the breath from her body. She barely heard his own roar of release as she collapsed to the bed, her entire body shaking.
“Fuck, baby.”
He slid free from her ass and she whimpered at the loss. But he lay on his back next to her then pulled her onto his chest, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“Nearly killed me,” he muttered.
She managed to raise her head, looking down at him. “Think we can get someone else to pick up the boys?”
He grinned. “And what do you want to use as an excuse?”
“Death by orgasm.”
“Sounds good to me.”
* * *
Betsy looked out at the house through the windshield.
It was enormous. White and three stories high. Set back off the road with a circular driveway. It screamed wealth. It was a house Mama would have been proud of.
Of course, Mama had only cared about appearances. Betsy knew she wouldn’t have approved of the life she’d chosen. She was living with a biker who was also her Dom and Daddy. Last night, she’d gone to Reapers. Sunny and Jewel had been there as well. They’d managed to create a small dance floor, much to Reyes’ horror.
She’d never been to a bar like Reapers before. It had been dark, loud and filled with rough bikers. And she’d had the time of her life.
“You want to go in, Ma?” Royal leaned forward from the backseat.
When Ink had told her that they had found her father and that he lived here, she’d been shocked. She’d often wondered what she would do if she found him. What she would say. It seemed now she had the chance.
Except…what did she really want to say? To ask him why he’d left? To tell him about the hell he’d left her in? What would that even achieve?
“I say we go in there and tell him what an asshole he is,” Baron said in a cold voice.
She shook her head. They were all in Ink’s truck. It was Sunday and they were on their way to Sunny and Duke’s for a barbeque. She held a large bowl of potato salad she’d made on her lap.
“Brown eyes?”
She looked over at Ink, took in his gorgeous face. Then she turned to look at Baron and Royal.
No, she knew exactly what she wanted to do.
“I don’t need to go inside. That man in there isn’t my family. My family is right here.” She turned back to Ink. “And they’re all I ever need.”
Ink winked at her and pulled the truck back onto the road. Baron had his phone linked up to the Bluetooth system.
A familiar song came on. She frowned, wondering where she’d heard it before.
“What song is that?” she asked, turning to look back at Baron.
He shrugged, glancing down at his phone. “Sunshine by Aerosmith. It’s kind of a weirdly addictive song about Alice in Wonderland.”
“Huh.”
“What is it?” Ink reached over and grasped her hand in his.
“Oh nothing. It just sounds similar to a song Kit used to hum is all. Nothing important.” She was fairly certain that Kit must have died in that plane crash with Forrest.
She reached over the console and kissed his cheek. “Love you.”
“Love you too, brown eyes.”
A gagging noise came from the back of the truck and she laughed. She’d never dared to dream that one day she’d be this happy.
But now, after years of living in the shadows she could finally come out into the light.
She was free. Happy. Loved.
I really hope you enjoyed Ink and Betsy’s story! Next in the MC Daddies series is Protector Daddy. You can read of for the blurb.
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Protector Daddy
MC Daddies #3
Coming October 14th
Blurb:
She came for revenge but ended up with so much more…
Millie had always been the responsible. Studious. Serious. She’d never even left the small town she grew up in.
Until her sister is murdered and she decides to take it upon herself to investigate. She didn’t factor in exactly how ill-equipped she was to conduct a murder investigation. Soon, she has half the city’s underworld gunning for her. And the only person standing between her and a bunch of criminals?
Spike. A terrifying, gruff, sexy biker.
Perhaps she should have just stayed at home.
She’s a menace. She’s a klutz. She’s adorable. She’s a Little in need of a watchful, protective Daddy.
And she’s going to be his.
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