Page 32 of Daddy's Rule

I didn’t bother telling him I had a car charger I could have used if I needed it. I just hadn’t realized the phone was dead. I didn’t think that would help my case. The orgasm was building again, much more slowly this time, but I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold on. Unfortunately, I also couldn’t focus on his questions or the answers he was seeking.

“Do you need more incentive?” Bas asked, and without waiting for the answer, increased the speed of the vibrator.

“No! Daddy please. I can’t. I’m going to come,” I warned. I didn’t think it would help save me in any way, but maybe he would show me a little mercy? Maybe?

“That would not be advised. Focus and tell me the last rule you broke.”

I gritted my teeth and forced my eyes to focus on the words in front of me. Maybe they would jog my memory.

“Alcohol!” I yelled as the orgasm was beginning to peak. “I drank too much and couldn’t drive, and I promised not to do that again for the entire two weeks.”

“Good girl,” Bas praised, but the buzzing continued.

“Daddy, I can’t hold on. Please may I come?”

The egg stopped buzzing and I felt like my knees were going to give out. I slumped against the wall; my body covered in a sheen of sweat. My heart pounded and I felt like I’d run a marathon.

“Open.” He instructed and I sidestepped, allowing the egg to slip from my body into his waiting hand.

I was simultaneously thankful it was out and frustrated that I hadn’t gotten to come. Bas left me again, and I took the moment to collect myself. The infuriating man had the upper hand, and I wasn’t foolish enough to think I could get it back, but I could at least try to keep a shred of my dignity through whatever he had planned.

That hope was dashed when he came back into the room and called me to him. He was sitting on the couch with a few implements next to him and a large butt plug.

Fuck my life.

Not wanting to give him any more ammo to torture me with, I moved quickly to stand in front of him. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs as I moved and I was shivering as I stood where he had indicated.

“Are you cold, Nyla girl?” he asked, ever the gentleman, even as he was punishing me.

I nodded and he grabbed the afghan from the back of the couch and wrapped it around me before pulling me to sit in his lap. He held on tight, cuddling me as I tried to get my body to relax.

After a few minutes, the shivering stopped, and I lifted my head. “I think I’m okay now,” I informed him when he made no attempt to move.

“I like holding you,” he admitted with a sigh. “But I guess we should finish this punishment, shouldn’t we?”

“We don’t have to.” I attempted snuggling back into his chest and wiggling my hips against him. I could see and feel the effects my punishment were having on him and if I could just convince—

“Knock it off,” Bas scolded with a sharp pinch to my thigh.

“But—”

“The only butt you need to be concerned about is your own.” He lifted me and flipped me onto my belly over his knees.

“Bas,” I whined, and without warning he started spanking my thighs, hard. “Daddy! I meant Daddy!” I amended.

“Better,” he replied, rubbing the spots he’d just punished. “Lift up, baby. Daddy needs access to this naughty little back hole.”

“Whyyy?” I held out another whine as I tried to obey. I didn’t really want to push him any further, but I couldn’t just submit without any sort of protest. It wasn’t in my nature.

“Because you spent the entire day not remembering you are no longer in charge of things and that you have a daddy you are accountable to. This plug will make it virtually impossible to forget those things again.”

I didn’t utter the words I was thinking: that we were almost at the end of our agreement and I might not have a daddy to be accountable to. It was a conversation we needed to have, but this was not the time to get into it.

He swirled the plug in my natural juices, obviously and purposefully bumping against my swollen and needy clit. I whimpered and immediately tried to close my legs.

“No, no, no, little girl. You don’t get to close yourself to Daddy. Open those naughty legs.”

I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath before forcing my legs to relax and fall open. My brain was racing now with all the things I wanted to say and all the questions I wanted to ask, and it was taking everything inside me to be quiet and obey without question.

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