Page 180 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“I’ll be so good, Sir.”

“You are good. But now you’ll behave too.”

The sound of a squeeze bottle followed his statement. Had he opened a butt plug?

“I’ve never had anything–”

“Don’t lie to me, babygirl.”

“How would you know?”

Wyatt kissed my temple. “You think I wasn’t paying attention to all our conversations under the stars? Come on. Give me some credit. I listened when you actually shared.”

“Okay, I didn’t realize that. Yes, I’ve had things back there. But now I’m wondering something else.” My brain wouldn’t stop tonight. “Were you not on board with a relationship because of me?”

“No, Kennedy. Because of me. Anyhow, that doesn’t matter much now. Alden lost some of his confidence. You had poor timing. Mine was worse.”

We paused, taking a collective breath.

“No wonder he left,” I finally said grumbling.

“Alden didn’t leave because of us. I’m sure about that. Alden isn’t the type to run away from his problems.”

“We fucked up, Wyatt. What if Alden–”

Several slaps landed on the lower curves of my ass. I quit talking.

“Stop overthinking. We’ll make it up to him. Now let’s get back to us.”

“Right. Us.”

“I’ll do whatever the hell you want me to do. I have zero qualms about kinks, toys, whatever.”

Something icy pressed against the tight pucker of my ass.

“I like buttplugs, but just like everything else that’s happened tonight I never thought about you using one on me.”

“Push out,” he commanded.

His dominant tone had me obeying. Wyatt slowly inserted the thick flexible plug into me. I writhed against the mattress. I loved having the bundles of nerves inside my tight pucker played with.

“Good girl.”

Oh, hearing him call me a good girl made my entire body writhe. “Mmm. I’myourgood girl.”

“Yes, you are. Isn’t it so much better when you listen?”

“Maybe.” I didn’t love the stretch, but it was another reminder of his dominance. “It’s so big.”

“It’s wider than it is long. Does it hurt?”

“No, Sir.”

Wyatt tugged my hips down toward the edge of the bed. “If that changes, babygirl? Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like doggy-style or missionary, brat?”

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