Page 53 of Daddy's Lesson

I gasped at the jerky movement.

“Good girl. That’s what I want.”

He took his time pushing in and pulling out. Swirling and wiggling and basically subjecting me to torture until my hands and arms started to shake from the awkward position.

“Please, Daddy. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Lennon smiled. “I’m proud of you for speaking up. We’re almost done.”

He stopped playing and pushed the plug all the way inside. I squealed as the widest part entered my tight hole.

“Daddy cannot wait to fuck this ass good and proper.” He sighed dreamily. “You can let go. I’m going to wash my hands, and then we can figure out how we want to spend the rest of the day.”

I crawled up onto the bed and snuggled in as soon as he was in the bathroom. A weird sense of calm and peacefulness settled deep in my soul, and I just wanted to float with it for a minute.

Lennon came out of the bathroom and knelt next to the bed. “I like that blissful look on your face, babygirl. I like even more knowing I’m the one who put it there.” He gently kissed my forehead. “You like your plug, don’t you?”

“I think so,” I muttered, not bothering trying to lie.

“How about we relax in bed and turn on a show?”

“I don’t have a television in here.”

He looked around like I might be lying.

“Albert didn’t believe televisions belonged in bedrooms.”

Lennon shook his head and sighed. “Add that to the list of things I will be remedying this week. There is nothing wrong with relaxing in bed with a good show.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I sighed, not having any energy to argue. He could change anything he wanted and I wouldn’t give it a second thought.

Lennon chuckled and kissed my forehead again. “I have an idea. I’ll be right back.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Be careful, babygirl. Keep it up and I’m going to get used to this sweet subbie side, which means you’ll have a plug in your ass a lot more than you’d prefer.”

His threat did nothing to break through my peaceful haze. All I could do was smile. If it made me feel like this every time, I’d gladly take it.

Lennon grabbed my laptop and moved things around on the nightstand before situating it in a way that we could comfortably see from the bed.

Opening my laptop, he made quick work of locating a streaming service with my favorite show, Golden Girls.

“We don’t have to watch this. We can watch something you like.”

“Who doesn't like the Golden Girls? They’re hilarious, and Blanche is kinda hot,” he teased as he climbed in behind me and pulled me into a spooning position. The movements jostled the plug, and I moaned in response.

“God, you are the perfect woman.” He kissed my temple. “I can’t wait to give you your good girl reward later.”

We stayed there through three episodes, just snuggled in a companionable silence, enjoying the ridiculous sitcom.

“As much as I don’t want to leave you, I need to feed you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m not really hungry.”

Lennon growled close to my ear. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I let my woman waste away before my [eyes]?”

“I’m not going to waste away.” I rolled my [eyes]. I’d eaten more since we’d been together than I usually did. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to start gaining unwanted weight. That would be bad.

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