Page 44 of Her Bossy Daddy

I got to my knees and crawled over to the tub to get into the position he wanted. A long white tube hung just out of my line of vision, and I knew where it led to. One hard smack landed on my right cheek, followed by a slow rub. The action repeated on my left cheek and then across the expanse of my ass. Each slap bounced, hard and fast, but the time between each one slowly built heat. It wasn’t a punishment, but a deliberate pattern to increase my arousal. He knew just how I liked to be handled.

“Keep your bum up.”

Smack. Pause. Rub. Smack. Pause. Rub. I repeated in my brain as his palm danced over my entire backside. I groaned when the target changed to my upper thighs, and he chuckled.

“Just like that. Stay still.”

One of his fingers eased into my bottom hole, and then out again, applying some sort of lubricant. Something pressed against my tight opening for a moment before it entered me. It was thicker than the thermometer, but not quite as thick as a plug. “Oh!”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m starting the water. If you feel any pain, tell me.”

I breathed as he dialed a knob and then warm water rushed inside me. I enjoyed the sensation, forgetting for a moment that I was on all fours in front of Liam. I glanced over my shoulder, watched him turn off the clamp, and then he slowly removed the nozzle. I bit down into my lip.

“You have no idea the plans I have for you, love.” Liam sank two fingers into my pussy. “Oh, you naughty little thing. You’re so fucking wet.”

“Can I get up now?”

“Not yet.”

A crick pinched my neck from the angle, so I turned my head back around. I ached with the need to come, my body humming with arousal. “Oh, please, Sir?” I begged him without shame. “I just want to come.”

“Be good, and you will.”

He fingered me while I held the enema, and my ability to stay still dwindled. He moved in and out, deeper and faster each time. Writhing against his hand while I clenched my cheeks together was not the type of sport I had in mind. “Please, Sir! I can’t hold it if you keep... doing... that.”

Liam halted the action and withdrew his digits. Soft kisses trailed along my spine, until he reached my neck and nipped it. “You’ve listened so well, Lacey.” He helped me to my feet and kissed me twice. “Relieve yourself and then come into the bedroom. Get me?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded, and watched him leave. Even if this were the worst idea he had all day, I was so done for. I wanted to jump into the tub and make friends with the showerhead but I refrained. Why hadn’t I listened in the first place? I traced a finger along my pussy lips, and let my head fall back on my shoulders. My thighs were drenched with my own juices. I was ready for whatever plans he had for us in the bedroom.

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Liam

I’d waited patiently for Lacey to get out of the bathroom, but as I stood up to retrieve her, she poked her head into my room.

“I’m nervous, Sir.”

“Why are you nervous, love?” She fidgeted as I approached her, and I rested my hands on her hips.

“What are we doing in here, Sir?”

“We’re doing whatever I want.” I stroked her cheek and kissed it. “Lucky for you—what I want is also what you want.”

She barked out a laugh, but her eyes were wide as they studied mine. Lacing my fingers in hers, I tugged her over to the bed and put her on her back with her legs dangling slightly off the edge. Her lower lip quivered, and I hated the worry on her features.

“Relax, love.” I edged her legs open a bit more, and then positioned myself in between her glorious thighs. I took my time, licking along each one, dipping my fingers into her bare pussy, sopping wet just as it was before, and then sucking on her hot little button. After getting her more relaxed, I lubed up a finger and eased it into her most private hole. She clenched around it, as I moved it in and out very slowly.

“Sir, it’s too much,” she gasped.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s just your finger is-is not where it should be.”

“Did I hurt you, Lacey?”

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