Page 91 of Daddy's Naughty List

The ride home was even more torture than the wait at his parent’s house had been. Mostly because Ian couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. He spent the entire drive with his hand on her thigh, stroking the bare skin there so that by the time he pulled into their driveway she was hot and ready once again, despite having just gotten herself off all over his fingers.

And then they were in the house, tearing at each other’s clothes like they were brand new again, the fire between them burning hotter than she could ever remember it.

When she skimmed her teeth over his neck, he let out a strained laugh. “Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to wait until I can get inside your ass.”

“But Daddy, I’ve waitedsolong.”

“I know, baby. And you’ve been such a good girl. Are you ready for your final Christmas present?’

“God, yes.”

“Upstairs.”

She turned, and he sent her running with a swat that left her ass burning as she raced up the stairs. Daddy was right behind her, need burning in his eyes as he approached her.

“Strip.”

Unwilling to risk doing anything to put her prize in jeopardy, she immediately shimmied out of her dress, tossing it blindly in the general direction of the hamper while Daddy picked up the box from that morning and bottle of lube from the dresser.

When he turned and found her standing by the bed, completely naked as instructed, his lips curved up in a smile that had her pussy throbbing even as fear slithered up her spine. It was a smile that said he was going to hurt her, and use her, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

There you are. God, I’ve missed you.

“Lie down on your tummy with your arms stretched out in front of you.”

Eager for what came next, she climbed onto the bed and got into position.

“My good little girl.” A shiver ran up her spine as his fingers trailed over the rise and fall of her backside. “Don’t move out of position or Daddy will have to punish you.”

Part of her was more than ready, despite the lingering soreness from her punishment the day before, to test him. But there was another part of her that desperately wanted to prove she could be his good girl. At least, when she really wanted to. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Breathe, baby. We’re going to take the other plug out first.”

She filled her lungs with air before slowly letting out the breath, forcing her muscles to relax around the plug. There was a slight discomfort as the widest part of the plug stretched her again when he removed it, but no pain this time.

That was still to come.

“Look at that pretty little bottom hole, just waiting to be filled with Daddy’s cock. But not quite yet.”

Heat flooded her, twin flames of arousal and humiliation burning along her skin at his words. And burning even hotter when the tip of the next plug pressed against her waiting hole.

“Shh,” he crooned when she whimpered at the pinch of pain as it stretched her. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s right here. Can you relax for me, Tayter Tot?”

“I’m trying.” The response came out as a whine, making her feel more Little than she should be feeling at the moment. And yet, here she was, teetering between Big and Little as he stretched her bottom open more than he ever had before. There was shame in that, in the feeling of something so taboo, so forbidden, but that shame only made her ache for him more.

Until, finally, the plug slid home, and her muscles closed around the slender neck. There was relief, though she was more full than she’d ever been.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Full,” she answered with a giggle. “It’s so big.”

“Not as big as your Daddy’s cock.”

Oh, god. He had a point. How much more full would she feel when it was finally him inside her, stretching her,fillingher?

The thought made her ache, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from squirming, grinding her hips into the bed in search of some kind of relief.

“Naughty girl.” A sharp swat accompanied the playful scolding and she stilled. “You don’t get to come again untilDaddysays so. Understood?”

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