Moving a Little Heart

by Breanna Hayse

  Baylor turned onto her back and opened her knees for him to have a full view. His curiosity went beyond touch as he pressed his mouth to her wetness.

  "You taste so different. Sweet and thin, like glaze on a donut," he murmured, making his way to her clit. "Is this okay?" he asked.

  "Do what you did to my nipples. It won't take long," she panted.

  Matt eagerly obeyed, milking her clit like he would a tiny cock, with his beard lightly tickling the area around it. Baylor dug her nails into the mattress, lifting her hips for his mouth to have unfettered access to the object of his worship.

  "I'm… almost… FUCK!" she yelled, lifting her body off the bed as she exploded in a riveting climax. She spasmed for several seconds before finally coming back to rest on the bed, panting heavily, her knuckles white from clutching the blankets beneath her.

  "Did I do good?" Matt asked.

  Baylor tried to focus, her body still overcome by the orgasm. "Did you play the trumpet in high school?"

  "No." Matt looked confused. "I did play the trombone and the flute. Well," he giggled," a lot of flutes."

  "You dog." Baylor grinned, making a face as she slowly sat up and covered herself with the sheet. "Terry is one lucky man. You have incredible lips."

  "Thanks," he said, sitting next to her. "I liked that. A lot. I mean, not to do it all the time, but it was a nice treat. Can I do it again sometime? You taste really good."

  "Any time you want to, as long as it's okay with the boys. We have three of them to consider, you know."

  "I'll be sure to ask. Wow. I went down on a girl!" He sounded so pleased with himself.

  "And liked it! I feel so naughty. Do you think they know what we did?" Baylor asked, leaning against him and giggling like a kid.

  "I think the entire county knows. You aren't exactly quiet," he said, poking her in the ribs.

  "Hey, last time you poked, we both got in trouble."

  "Yeah, I don't want to go through that again. Let's put some clothes on you and go downstairs. You've been sleeping for several hours, and your daddies want some time to play with you before bedtime."

  "Please don't tell me that they are making me go to bed at some ridiculous time."

  "Is eight o'clock ridiculous?" Matt asked.

  "Seriously? Well, I'm not going to fight them on this. I already feel liked chopped liver."

  With her hair in two ponytails, and dressed in one of Hayden's stolen t-shirts and a pair of loose-fitting boxers, Baylor headed downstairs, with Matt on her heels.

  "Did you have a nice nap, Ladybug?" Hayden asked, kissing her forehead as she carefully settled herself between him and Jake.

  "Once I fell asleep. It's hard when you have something long and thick probing around your butt."

  "Let me guess," Jake groaned, "he shish-kabobed you and made you go to sleep with his dick in your ass."

  "Gee, how did you know? Not that I'm complaining." She giggled.

  "I'm sure you aren't. How is your backside?"

  "Very tender."

  "And how was her front side?" Terry asked Matt with a knowing grin.

  Matt blushed. "Delightful."

  "We all heard how delightful." Jake chuckled. "I guess you discovered that pussy really doesn't have long fangs or shoots flames."

  "It depends on the pussy." Hayden laughed.

  "Leave my cub alone," Terry said and laughed, kissing Matt on the head. "Thank you for allowing him to indulge his curiosity."

  "My pleasure," Baylor said, winking at Matt. "Literally. I'm available anytime, for science, of course."

  "Don't either of you get too used to it. Those lips are mine first," Terry informed them.

  "You guys are embarrassing me. Didn't you say something about popcorn and a movie?" Matt asked, changing the subject.

  By the time her 'ridiculous' bedtime rolled around, Baylor was exhausted. Her bottom ached, but her heart was light. Hayden had made 'meaty' Mac and Cheese for dinner, the four men had played 'Pass the Baylor' during the movie—each demanding equal cuddle time—and the conversation was light and playful, as though nothing had happened earlier.

  Baylor released a loud yawn and quickly covered her mouth.

  "I was going to allow her to stay up a little later because she had a long nap, but I think it's time for bed," Jake said, patting her thigh and standing up.

  "Aw, do I have to?" she asked half-heartedly, reaching for his neck.

  He lifted her like she was a toddler, holding her sore bottom as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Kissing her on the lips, he nodded. "Yes, sweet love, you have to. Give everybody a kiss good night and I'll tuck you into bed."

  "Okay. Night everybody," Baylor said, stifling another yawn. After a round of kisses, she laid her head on Jake's shoulder and snuggled him during the walk up the stairs and to his room.

  "I'm going to let you sleep in here with me tonight," he said, setting her down and pulling back the blankets.

  "That sounds nice. Daddy?"

  "What, baby?"

  "I'm sorry I was so bad today."

  "Come here." He patted his lap for her to sit on. Her wince did not go unnoticed. "I'll rub your bottom for you before you go to sleep. As for your behavior, it was actually rather refreshing. I think it was the first time you really allowed yourself to be a kid."

  "Yeah, well, I don't like that part of being a kid in this house."

  "It's part of the deal, baby girl. Let me get some lotion for you," Jake added.

  "Daddy?"

  "Yes, Baby?" He turned to look at her. "Why are you crying?"

  "I don't know. I'm just so confused. I'm used to being alone. I mean, really alone. And now I have you and your family. I'm just so afraid that it is all going to end because I do something stupid."

  Jake kneeled on the floor next to the bed and took her hands in his. His hazel eyes were wet. "Until I met you, I really didn't know what love was," he said gruffly. "I know I'm not the most attentive at times, or the most sensitive, but I would do anything in the world to prove to you that you are part of my heart and I don't ever want to let you go. I'm becoming a better man because of you. And a better daddy."

  "You're the best. Even though you didn't save my ass today. I'm not happy with you for that," Baylor said, accepting his offer to lie across his lap.

  He skimmed her boxers down and touched the bruises that peppered her bottom. "Your ass didn't deserve saving, and you know it. These will go away and, after a few more good spankings, you won't see marks anymore. Then you will complain that you don't bruise."

  "Wanna bet?"

  "Have I been wrong up until now?"

  "That's cold!" Baylor yipped as the cream touched her backside. "Even if you are right, I won't admit it."

  "Stubborn girl." Jake chuckled, gently rubbing the soothing lotion into her parched skin. "Did you enjoy your nap time with Daddy Hayden?"

  "He was not very daddy-like," she giggled, "but, yeah, it was nice. Except he passed out on me."

  "On you or in you?" Jake chuckled, resting his hand on the backs of her thighs.

  "Both. I already told you that when you teased me about what Matt with me. Did that bother you?"

  "Not at all. Matt didn't fuck you, though, did he?" Jake's eyes grew dark.

  "No! He didn't offer and I wouldn't have let him. Are you angry?" Baylor asked, noticing his change of tone.

  "No. I mean, there was that split second when I actually felt a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness. It wasn't pleasant."

  "I would not have let him touch me the way he did if he hadn't gotten your permission."

  "I know. It was just the thought of another man putting his cock in you that spurred me," Jake admitted.

  "That doesn't happen when it's Hayden though, right?"

  "Never. Except," he said, flipped her to her back and holding her wrists above her head as he hovered over her, "it's my turn. I'm not feeling very daddy-like right now, either."

  "You're so good about waiting fo
r your turn." Baylor giggled. "Maybe you should get your handcuffs and arrest me." The sound of clicking as she was immediately handcuffed to the head of the bed startled her. "What? Where were you hiding those?"

  "A good cop always keeps his cuffs close by," Jake announced, locking his bedroom door.

  He stripped his clothes from his body, his muscles rippling in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Baylor took in a breath to admire his well-kept features. His daily swims, rigorous training, and the department's insistence that the motorcycle officers maintain a certain weight ensured that he kept a tight, hard body that was both strong and enduring. He never drank, did not smoke, nor did he skimp on the essentials of sleeping and eating healthy—despite the family's odd schedules. Unlike Hayden, who was naturally gifted with a taller, trimmer physique, Jake had to work to maintain his body. The result was perfection.

  "What are you looking at?" Jake asked, hands on his solid waist, showing off his six pack of abdominal muscles.

  "Just how beautiful you are," Baylor said.

  "I'm not sure being called beautiful is very manly, but thank you. You," he tore her t-shirt down the middle, "are perfection."

  "That was Hayden's favorite shirt. He's gonna have a cow when he sees what you just did to it."

  "He'll get over it. In the meantime," he climbed on top of her and pulled the boxer shorts from her legs before he forced them apart and knelt between them, "I'm going to enjoy what was underneath it."

  He lifted her ankles into the air, spread her thighs apart and revealed her glistening pussy. After placing her feet on his shoulders, his mouth attached itself to her softness—licking, biting and sucking the sweet, moist folds that guarded her inner sanctum.

  Baylor groaned, restrained by the cuffs over her head and the weight of his shoulders leaning against the backs of her raised thighs.

  "I'm going to take you hard, girl. I'm going to fuck you… first here," he licked her dripping slit, "and then here." He moved his mouth to her still tender bottom hole. When she clenched, he laughed sadistically. "I know Hayden is longer than I am, but I will fill you to the point of screaming. You will know you've been fucked, good and hard, by a man who loves you more than the world."

  She was dizzy from Jake's unexpected announcements. He was usually the 'gentleman' in bed, rarely talked dirty and openly preferred her pussy to her ass. But that evening, he had turned into an animal, and it raised her to a level of excitement that she could not contain. She took a chance and played along.

  "Do whatever you want, Officer. Just don't send me to jail. I know I've been bad and deserve to be punished."

  Jake looked at her from between her legs, his face registering surprise. The game was on. "Yes, you have been very bad. In fact," he pulled away, held her ankles in one hand and smacked her bruised bottom sharply, "you've been very, very bad."

  "Ow! Please, don't spank me! Oh…" Baylor groaned as the slaps grew harder and faster. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and a rush of pleasure trembled through her.

  Jake paused to pick up his pants from the floor, then slowly pulled the belt from the loops. The buckle jingled menacingly as he wrapped one end around his fist, leaving about eighteen inches of the leather dangling. Again, he lifted Baylor's bottom from the bed by pulling her up by the ankles, and sent the belt slashing across her throbbing backside.

  She groaned. The pain was delicious! She opened her eyes and watched in the dresser mirror as he belted her again. Wide, red stripes blazed against the dark purple blotches and sizzled to a hot glow. The belt lashed across the crease of her thighs and over her slit and she bucked, both avoiding and desiring the next blow. He struck her again, hard, against the crown of her buttocks and she cried out.

  "No more," she panted, "I need to feel you."

  Jake threw the belt to the ground and mounted her, holding her legs high in the air with both hands, and plunged his rigid cock into the depth of her womb. He pumped her in solid, long strides, pounding against the back of her vault and stretching her wide with his girth. Then he pulled clear, his cock shining with her juices, and aimed the head towards the tender, quivering rosebud below.

  "Fuck me," she hissed.

  He did. Without hesitation, he lunged his thick cock inside her tight hole, covering her mouth as she screamed with pain and pleasure. Back and forth, he impaled her until he erupted inside, bathing her bowels with his hot, thick seed. Tears dripped from Baylor's eyes and she joined him in his climax as he flicked her clit with his index finger.

  "Look in the mirror," he ordered. "Look at how your ass stretches to let me in."

  She obeyed. She was stretched wide; her bottom painted every color of the rainbow; his cock glistening from the mingling of his semen and her juices as it slowed its assault and pumped lazily in a relaxed, easy pace; her tightness milking the last drop from him before he withdrew.

  "I feel so… incarcerated," Baylor sighed, as he slowly lowered her legs and then rested his body on top of hers. He kissed her lips and released the handcuffs.

  "I love you."

  "I love you, too. Now let me sleep," she requested.

  "You're so romantic." Jake chuckled, rolling off her. "Let me clean you up and then you can go night-night."

  "My ass hurts."

  "I'm sure it does. And you're happy about it too, aren't you?" he said.

  "Ecstatic. Elated. Exhausted."

  "Spread your legs," he said, gently wiping a warm washcloth between them. "Come on, now is not the time to be shy."

  "I don't like you looking down there at me."

  "You're going to have to get used to it. I like looking at you down there. I know Matt did some studying. Did it bother you for him to look?"

  "Yeah, but it was for science. You do it for pleasure," she said.

  "I sure do, and I'm not going to stop. There, all sweet and clean. I can get you some numbing cream if you want. Your little asshole is going to be tender for a bit."

  "Don't look so pleased with yourself. It's just suffering from a little overuse today." Baylor clapped her legs together, trapping his hand between them.

  "We will give it a break for a few days. I'm sure Uncle Terry will have some ideas about how to do that, too."

  "I don't like the sound of that."

  "Nor should you." He chuckled again. "Sleep. I'll come in a little later. Good night, baby."

  "Night, Daddy."

  Chapter Fifteen

  The next morning, Baylor woke to find Jake's warm body curled against hers. Grimacing, she slid out of bed to go to the bathroom and was struck harshly by the tenderness that she experienced. She dug through his dresser for a t-shirt, slipped it over her head and then, gently, she woke him.

  "Did you say you had some numbing cream?" she said.

  "Yeah," he mumbled, flipping to his back. "Does your bottom hurt?"

  "Majorly. Both outside and inside."

  "Do you need to go potty?"

  Baylor groaned. "I need to go to the bathroom. Yes."

  "Stay here. Daddy will take care of everything."

  She rolled her eyes. "Do you wake up in daddy mode automatically?"

  "Always. I'll be right back."

  He returned with Terry in tow. "Good morning, baby. Daddy said he did too much stretching last night."

  "Oh, my God, does everything that happens to my ass get advertised?" she exclaimed.

  "In this house? Yes. I have something that will help you. Over my lap, darling," Terry said.

  "No." Her tone was petulant.

  "Baylor," the big man said patiently, "I thought we had reached an understanding that when I tell you to do something, the word 'no' is not the answer. You have a choice. You can go over my knee so I can take care of you, or you can go over my knee for another spanking, and then I'll take care of you. What will it be?"

  "It's not fair," she grumbled, climbing over his thighs.

  "Nothing seems fair when you're a little girl. Oh my," he lifted the shirt from her bottom
and ran his hand gently over her cheeks, "do I see belt marks?"

  "Our play time got a little rough last night." Jake grinned.

  "I heard." Then, to Baylor, "You poor thing. That brush really left an imprint on you, too, didn't it?"

  "In more ways than one. Are you done?" she asked.

  "No. Just relax, I'm taking a look." He snapped on a glove and pried her cheeks apart to look at her tender bottom hole, while Baylor pulled a pillow over her head. "There's no need to be embarrassed, sweetie. We all have one. I happen to be partial to them myself, you know."

  "I don't need to hear this."

  Terry laughed, stretching her apart a little wider for Jake to look. "She has a little bit of tearing there. You gotta be careful, big boy. She might like it hard, but use more lube until her body adjusts."

  "What's going on?" Hayden asked, entering the room.

  "Please, just kill me now," Baylor muttered.

  "I was just showing Jake that our girl needs some TLC when it comes to this darling thing. That means you too, buddy. Slow down and use more lubricant. You don't want to tear her up and make it so that you can't have her ass anymore, do you?" Terry scolded.

  "She does have the cutest little rosebud asshole, doesn't she?" Hayden said.

  "Will you please let me go?" Baylor begged, hiding her face.

  "When I'm done. This will help you go potty more comfortably. Relax," Terry said, sliding the little bullet-shaped item past her tight ring of muscle. "It's just a suppository. It has some analgesics in it to help numb you a bit. No straining."

  "I am well aware of how to take care of my bodily functions, thank you. Let me up."

  "No. You can stay here until it melts and then try to go. If it doesn't work right away, we will take the next step," Terry said.

  "I don't even want to ask."

  Terry added to her humiliation by carrying her to the toilet and setting her on it. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Go on."