by Maggie Ryan
“Baby, you are not naked, and even if you were, they wouldn’t bat an eye. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” He took her undergarments from her and added them to the pile.
“How can you say that!” she hissed and then stiffened. “Wait. How many other women have you paraded through here? How many other women have dropped their panties or worn your shirt?” Her voice was shrill and yet she couldn’t seem to stop. “How many other sluts have you fuc… had sex with on the counters!”
“Janie, calm down,” he said. “I don’t appreciate your tone, and while I’m glad to see you managed to catch yourself before you cursed, I certainly don’t appreciate you demeaning yourself.”
“No? So only you can demean me?”
His answer was to place her clothing on top of the dryer, slip an arm around her waist, and apply his hand to her butt… hard. The swat caused her to yelp and go up onto her toes. The second caused her to squeal, the third and fourth had her dancing in place, wagging her butt up and down as if to throw off his aim. It didn’t work as the next two landed perfectly across her butt.
“I will never demean you, young lady, and you won’t be allowed to either. You are not a slut. You are my little girl and not a soul in this household will ever think you are anything but loved.” Another swat had her eyes welling as she clung to him. A final one had her shame turn from being discovered in his shirt to shame at acting like a horrid child.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I-I just didn’t know what to… to think.”
He hugged her close, holding her against his chest. “I know, but, baby, you need to stop worrying about what people think. There is nothing wrong with you and nothing shameful about two people making love. And, if you’d given me a chance, you’d know that Richard and Gloria understand completely as they have been living a D/s relationship their entire married life.”
“They… they have?”
“Yes. I told you that you’d never have to fret and I meant it. Now, are you ready to be my good girl or does Daddy need to lift that shirt and turn your bottom red?”
She dropped a hand behind her, rubbing furiously. “I’m pretty sure it’s already red, so no, thank you. I’ll be good.”
He chuckled, dropped a kiss on top of her head, and picked up her clothes again. “Good girl.” Taking her hand, he led her back through the door where she managed to give the couple a smile. It helped to know that they understood the dynamic, but she still prayed that her daddy had invested in soundproofing every room in the penthouse and hoped that there was no evidence of her spanking visible through the white cloth that brushed against her ass with every step.
His shower was huge and sharing it with him was an experience she’d never tire of. He soaped every inch of her body, his hands running over every curve and fingers dancing along every nook and cranny of her cunny. She shuddered as he instructed her to bend forward, his fingers pulling one globe of her ass away from its twin in order to scrub her cleft and bottom hole.
“I’ll be filling this before we go,” he said, pressing against her pucker with the pad of his finger. “A nice plug will go a long way to remind my little one that she is not to throw a fit, don’t you think?”
“I-I… I don’t know, Daddy,” she said, her bottom instantly trying to clench at the very thought of being filled.
“Well, I do,” he said in a tone that brooked no nonsense. “Tilt your head back and close your eyes while I wash your hair.”
She obeyed and moaned as strong fingers massaged her scalp. It felt fabulous but not as wonderful as when he finally turned her to face him, allowing her to run her hands over his naked body. He was truly magnificent. His shoulders were broad and his chest hard. Muscles were defined in his abdomen and she had to bite her lip to keep a moan at bay as she encircled his cock with her fingers, lifting it to wash gently. It was like she was in a trance, fascinated at the very size of him, the weight of his shaft in her hand, the memory of his cockhead battering the back of her throat blooming in her mind. What started out feeling like the softest velvet soon became a rod of steel as she stroked her hand up and down its growing length.
“Baby, unless you plan on having me wash you all over again, I suggest you stop.”
“Oh!” she said, jerking her hand away. “I-I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said, reaching to tilt her chin up with his finger. “I was planning on taking you in bed for the first time, but I have no problem changing my plan.”
It took her a moment to process his hint and then she smiled, moving to press her wet breasts against his slick chest, giving him a hug before she slowly turned around. Placing her hands against the tiled seat, she wagged her bottom. “I’ve never had shower sex before.”
“Now that’s a goddamn shame,” he said, running his hand across her flanks. “Spread your legs and lift your bottom for me. Put your face down on your hands.”
She eagerly obeyed and practically purred as he ran his fingers along her sex, spreading her labia open. Jane knew she was wet and not because of the water still sluicing over them. It seemed that just a look, a touch, a mere suggestion of what he’d do to her had her body instantly responding, readying itself for his possession. Still, when he replaced his fingers with his cock, she couldn’t contain a loud cry as he filled her.
“You-you don’t fit!” she said as her pussy stretched.
“Oh, believe me, I’ll fit,” he countered, his hands around her waist pulling her back against him. “Every single inch of my cock will be buried inside your tight little pussy.”
She was taught once again that doubting him only proved her wrong as inch by inch he sank into her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Every movement awakened nerve endings and set her body on fire. “Yes,” she moaned, pushing her hips up, offering him whatever he wanted. “Oh… oh, God, yes.”
Once he was balls deep, he stilled, leaning over to kiss the nape of her neck. When his teeth took a nip, she yelped and her pussy clenched. “That’s it, baby, hug my cock. I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing it as I fuck you.”
And fuck her he did. He retreated and advanced slowly a few times, allowing her body to become accustomed to the invasion but soon he was pounding into her. He held her steady as he claimed her, each stroke having her give a cry, a gasp, a moan. His fingers fisted in her hair, pulling her head back, his mouth finding hers as he pumped in and out of her. He swallowed her cries, accepted her pleas for what she didn’t know but he seemed to understand.
“That’s it, Janie, come for me,” he demanded, moving to nip her earlobe, her neck, her shoulder. She was attempting to remind him that she couldn’t come from penetration alone when she realized that her body was coiling as he drove her to the precipice, and when he pushed deep, she learned that all it took to come was the right man. Her scream reverberated around the tiles followed by his bellow as his cock jerked again and again, filling her with his seed. The only thing that kept her from sliding to the floor was his arm around her waist… well, that and the fact that he’d yet removed his cock from her.
A slap to her ass had her yelping, her head turning back. “What was that for!”
“Some little girl lied on her questionnaire,” he teased, still stroking inside her though she could tell he was slowly softening.
“You can’t spank me for that, Daddy. I honestly didn’t believe I could come that way.” He grinned and she could only giggle, not the least bit sorry to learn she’d been wrong. It took another quick wash before he turned off the water and wrapped her in a huge bath towel. She sat on another counter as he combed her hair and blew it dry. Every minute was enjoyable, from the warm air wafting around her to the fact that he’d not bothered with his own towel. The view was even more outstanding than the one outside the window.
Lifting her from the counter, he tugged the towel away. “All right, little one. Go bend over the bed for Daddy,” he instructed with a pat to her bottom. “We’ll get you p
lugged and then go look for some of those cute panties.”
Blushing, unsure if it was with embarrassment or trepidation, she padded into the adjoining master bedroom and to the bed. Reaching it, she realized it was quite tall. Obeying him wouldn’t require kneeling. Instead, she lay her torso down on the thick duvet, watching him as he walked to a dresser and opened a drawer. Her throat tightened at seeing the object he removed, his fingers running over it as his other hand reached back into the drawer to remove a bottle.
“Reach back and pull your cheeks apart.”
She held her breath as her hands moved to do as he’d instructed. Gripping her buttocks, she pulled them apart as she buried her burning face into the duvet.
“Wider, baby girl. Daddy needs to see your little pucker in order to fill it.”
Oh, God! His words had her body clenching, and she knew that he’d see that she was becoming slick… again. Pulling her cheeks apart, she also knew that he’d see the most intimate part of her wantonly displayed. She heard the sound of a flip-top being clicked open and then gave a startled cry as a stream of cold lubricant hit the cleft of her bottom.
“Easy,” he said softly, his finger moving to spread the oil around her opening. “I’m going to push my finger inside to lube you. No, don’t clench, baby. Relax and push back. You know you can do this. Let Daddy in.”
It took all she had to obey, her arms trembling as she forced herself not to let go, to keep herself open. A moan filled the duvet as he slid a finger into her, her body jerking a bit at the invasion. He didn’t scold her for the movement. Instead, he continued to slowly fill her bottom and then to rotate his finger, spreading the lubricant deep inside her bottom, coating the walls of her passage.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, steady strokes in and out of her anus coaxing it to relax, to prepare itself for something larger. “Remember how Dr. Harper said that you’d need a bit of training before I fuck your ass?”
Yes, she remembered quite vividly and now that she knew the size of his cock, had felt it filling her mouth and pussy, she simply couldn’t imagine it ever fitting into the small opening of her bottom. She didn’t answer, but nodded, her face still hidden by the bedcovering.
“Well, this is only a small plug, but we’ll increase in size until you’re more comfortable.”
“What… what if I’m never comfortable?” she managed to ask, turning her head to the side. “Does that mean you’d never… you know, do it there?”
“Fuck your ass?” he clarified, his finger sliding out only to be replaced by something that stretched her further. She knew it wasn’t the plug as she could still see it in his other hand. As she groaned, she realized he had added a finger, two now demanding entrance.
“Ye-yes.”
“No, it just means that I will take the time to allow your ass to learn how to open. I will be fucking your bottom, Janie. Both for punishment when you’ve been exceptionally naughty and for pleasure.”
Hoping he wasn’t expecting a response as she had absolutely no idea what to say, she simply turned her head again. Burying her face might not keep the color from rising to heat her skin, but it kept him from seeing how embarrassed she was that the very thought of having him push his cock up her ass, whether she liked it or not, had her insides tingling. Too late, she realized that he didn’t need to look at her face. All he had to do was drop his eyes to look between her legs and see that she was growing wetter by the minute.
“Okay, little one. I think you’re ready for your first plug.” His fingers slipped out and after adding another dribble of lubricant, she felt the tip of the plug he’d chosen at her entrance. “Deep breath and then let it out slowly and push back.”
Sucking in a great lungful of air, she began to release it, pushing against the plug, not to keep it out, but to open herself to its invasion. Still, she couldn’t help but yelp as the tip began its progress into her. It wasn’t as warm or flexible as his fingers had been. “Daddy!”
“Easy, Janie. You’re doing great. Just relax.”
“It’s too big! Stop!”
“No, it’s not. Stop resisting and let me in.”
“I-I can’t!”
A swat against her right buttock had her squeal again, and she learned that she could. It wasn’t easy, but with her daddy, easy wasn’t required. All that was necessary was the desire to fill her and inch by inch he did so. After a final push, he gave the plug a twist, as if assuring it could go no further. “Good girl. Nice and snug. Keep yourself open so I can wipe off the extra lube.”
It took only a moment or two before he gave her a much gentler pat. “All right, up you go.”
He helped her to stand and she immediately flung herself against his chest. His arms wrapped around her and his lips dropped to kiss the top of her head, something she had quickly come to love.
“You are fine, baby girl. I bet that you’ll totally forget you’re even holding a plug before you know it.”
She huffed against his skin. “I highly doubt that, Daddy. It feels like I’m skewered on a telephone pole!”
He laughed and after giving her another hug, set her back a bit. “Babe, I promise, that was a little plug. Now, let’s get you dressed before I decide to demonstrate the difference.”
Her eyes dropped to his cock. Even at half-mast it was much larger than the plug he’d inserted. She didn’t offer a single objection as he held out her panties, holding them until she’d stepped into them. Pulling them up, he patted her now panty-clad bottom, but didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. She was positive she’d not be able to think of anything other than the plug, no matter what he’d said.
Once they were both dressed, he took her hand and led her toward the door. With a chuckle, he paused. “You can walk normally, Janie. It’s not going to fall out.”
Blushing furiously, realizing she’d been walking stiffly, clenching her bottom despite the fact that it only made the ache stronger, she forced herself to take a deep breath and nod. Besides, if she walked like she had been doing, every person who saw her would know that her daddy had plugged her bottom. That thought alone guaranteed she needed no blush of cosmetics as her face was quite pink already.
Chapter Fourteen
“Wow, this is so exciting,” Sarah said several hours later as Jane and Sawyer entered the house. “I just knew you two were meant for each other!”
Jane returned her hug and then looked up at Sawyer. “I hope you won’t be too upset, but… um, I’ve agreed to move in with Sawyer. But, don’t worry, I’m still going to pay rent.”
“Don’t be silly,” Sarah said. “I inherited this house and own it free and clear. All the rent you’ve been paying has gone for half of the utilities, property taxes, and food. The rest I’ve kept in an account for you. Now you can finally go to school.”
“What? No, Sarah! That’s your money!”
Sarah laughed and waved her hand, dismissing her concern. “Jane, you’ve been working toward your dream for a long time and, well, this is my way of helping. Look at it this way. The faster you become a chef, the quicker I’ll be treated to a fabulous meal at your first dinner party.”
Jane didn’t know what to say. Never had she ever suspected that Sarah hadn’t needed help with the rent. “Why do you waitress if you don’t have to?”
“Because I’d be bored shitless without something to do, and I sure don’t want to have to wake up early. Besides, how else would I get Brian’s attention if I wasn’t in sight on a consistent basis?”
“I knew you liked him!” Jane said, giving her friend another hug. “I’ll make sure to invite him to dinner too.”
“That’s a deal. Come on, I’ll help you pack.” Sarah turned to look up at Sawyer. “I’m warning you though, you hurt my bestie and I promise you’ll regret it. I don’t care how big you are or how important. Is that clear?”
Jane watched, her mouth gaping open as Sawyer smiled and gave Sarah a small bow. “As crys
tal. I promise, I’ll do my best to make sure Jane is happier than she’s ever been in her life.”
“See that you do,” Sarah said sternly and then smiled and threw her arms around him. “I love this girl, so you better love her too!”
Leaving Sawyer to fend for himself, the two women chatted as they packed, Jane understanding just how much Sarah had believed she’d found her One because there had been a stack of boxes just waiting to be filled.
“I want you to know that I’ve never see you glow like this,” Sarah said, tucking the last stuffy into a box.
“I’m almost afraid to stop and think,” Jane admitted, sitting down on the bed. “What if I’m moving too fast? What if I’m not really what he wants? I mean, look at him, for God’s sake. He is just… just perfect.”
Sarah sat down beside her, slipping an arm around her waist. “What you don’t know is that you are just perfect too, Jane. I’ve never known anyone as sweet as you. You strive to please everyone but yourself. Tell me, are you happy right this minute?”
“Yes, I couldn’t be any happier,” Jane said and then giggled and squirmed. “Well, maybe a bit happier if I didn’t have this plug up my butt.”
Sarah squealed and the two fell back on the bed in a full-blown laughter attack. It was several minutes before either caught their breath. “Oh, God, you are just adorable,” Sarah finally said, sitting up and wiping at her eyes. “Dare I ask if the sex is as good as I think it is?”
“Now that couldn’t be better,” Jane said without hesitation. “Even the spankings didn’t make me wish I hadn’t met him. In fact, for some reason, they make me want to be his good girl, but I know that even if I’m not, he won’t do anything but spank me and then forgive me. It’s more than I ever dreamed of.”
“Then, you have your answer,” Sarah said. “Who gives a damn if it’s fast? People spend years waiting as if there is one sure-fire thing that will assure they’ll be happy with their partner. You don’t have to do that as you already know.”