Page 164 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Grabbing the Vegas bag again, I rummaged through and pulled out the smaller butt plug, holding it aloft victoriously. Her face fell.
“Daddy needs a shower,” I explained. “And since you didn’t do what you were told, I’m going to plug your naughty bottom while you wait for me.”
I saw the relief wash over her face in waves. “Okay, Daddy.” It was funny how just framing something differently changed her reaction.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I patted my lap and helped her into position. The plug, with the help of a squeeze of lube slid in easily, but she whimpered and pushed against the pressure.
“Let it in, babygirl. The sooner it's in, the sooner Daddy can shower, and when I’m all nice and clean you can suck on my cock.”
She exhaled deeply and I seated it between her mottled cheeks.
“You lay on the bed and wait for Daddy like a good girl.”
My shower was short, a fifteen-minute rinse-off, soap-up, rinse-off in which I fought between wanting to get myself off and getting in my head.
Somehow I managed not to do either, but when I stepped back into the main room, Polly hadn’t had the same self-control.
The front of her pajamas were all the way open and her hand was between her legs. She was moaning loudly, and before she saw me, her back arched and she cried out. “Oh god, oh Daddy! Yes!”
Fuck. She was mid-orgasm, and while it was in fact the hottest thing I'd ever seen, it also bolstered my inner Daddy in a way that nothing else had. Stomping across the floor, I cleared my throat.
“Excuse me, little girl, what do you think you’re doing?”
Her eyes flew open, and she looked up at me in alarm, her hand still between her legs. Her throat contracted as she gulped. “Uhmmm… waiting for you?”
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“Uhmmm…” She gulped again and withdrew her hand. “To be fair… you didn't say I couldn’t.”
She had me there, but I wasn't in a mood to be reasonable. And I wasn't sure Polly wanted me to be. “You know how this Daddy thing works, babygirl. You told me.”
“I was horny,” she whined.
“So is Daddy. And he waited for you.”
This was more, I realized, than roleplay or an excuse to get really into Daddy mode. This was real. “From now on, your orgasms belong to me.”
“I… oh…”
“You do not touch that pretty little pussy without my permission. Now tell me why I should even think about letting you come tonight with how naughty you've been.”
She blinked furiously. “Because… please Daddy? Please, please, please. I want… I want your cock. And… I want to come. I need it. My pussy is so wet.”
Fuck. Her sweet pout and the pretty pleas falling from her lips about broke me. I wanted to feel her wet pussy. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to be in her, but she was naughty, and I couldn’t set a precedent that she could just be sexy as fuck and get her way. I knew Polly well enough to know that starting things off that way would be asking for trouble.
So I shook my head. “Naughty girl. I thought you wanted something to suck on.”
She giggled. “Well, I did, but now maybe I want to be the one getting sucked.”
“That’s too bad.” I knelt on the bed, scooting her body to the center, and straddling her. When my groin brushed up against her pussy, she grinned. When I continued scooting up her body, my cock brushed against her belly, then the skin between her breasts, she blinked, and puffed out her lower lip in disappointment. When I grabbed my length and poised its tip against her pretty lips, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in surprise, just enough for me to push my way in.
“Naughty little girls get their pretty little faces fucked,” I told her. “Open wide, princess.”
Polly
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Have you ever really wanted something, then realized it was much more than you bargained for? That’s how I felt the minute Cas pushed his cockhead into my mouth and told me he was going to fuck my pretty little face.
It was hot as hell, something straight off the pages of one of my dirtier books, but also suddenly shit was real.
