Page 15 of Eloise's Daddies
My breath hitches, and I squirm in the tub as Daddy lets the water out. “I don’t need a plug, Papa,” I argue. It’s one thing to admit I enjoyed Daddy’s fingers in me. It would be beyond embarrassing to wear a plug in my bottom.
I’ve wondered if they would ever suggest such a thing. I’ve heard other Little girls talk about butt plugs at Rawhide Ranch. My Daddies have never mentioned the idea, but it’s not surprising since there are two of them. I’ve known for a while they’d like to have sex with me at the same time.
I’d like it too. I want to feel that much closer to them. I already feel amazing when one of them is inside me, but what if I could have both at once? I think my world would explode and confetti would fall from the sky.
“I think she likes the idea,” Daddy teases.
“Definitely,” Papa agrees.
“I do not,” I lie, squirming again as the last of the water runs out so my bottom is squeaking against the tub.
Papa lifts me out and stands me on my feet while Daddy grabs a towel.
“It just so happens we brought a nice, graduated set of anal plugs with us, sweet girl,” Papa informs me. “Tomorrow, we’re going to the zoo. You can wear your first plug in that tight little bottom while we visit all the animals.”
I shudder. Wetness runs down my inner thighs. Maybe neither of them will notice since I’m also wet from the bath. “At the zoo?” I exclaim as though I’m horrified by the idea.
“Perfect idea,” Daddy confirms. He sits on the toilet seat when he’s finished drying me and pats his lap. “Lean over my thighs, Baby girl.”
I frown. “Am I getting a spanking?”
“Nope. You’re getting a stretching,” Daddy responds.
I take a few hesitant steps closer before Daddy reaches out to lift me over his lap. He situates me on my tummy with my head hanging almost to the floor. My feet don’t even reach the tile behind me. My bottom is highest.
“Brace your hands on the floor, Eloise,” Daddy instructs.
I whimper as I do as I’m told. A few months ago, I would have been mortified to be in this position, but I’m far less modest now, especially with my Daddies. I still tend to pretend I’m embarrassed beyond belief, but there isn’t much the two of them could do to me to truly shake my foundation.
Daddy sets a hand on the small of my back.
Papa parts my thighs and stands between them, forcing them wide.
I squirm. The exposure is intense, plus I know what they are going to do. Anal play is new for us, but it turns out I like it, so I’m not scared. A part of me is still a bit embarrassed, but my embarrassment stems from the fact that they know I enjoy the humiliation. It’s a giant circle.
I flinch when I hear the lid of something opening before I remind myself it’s lube. They wouldn’t touch me there without proper lube.
When Papa parts my cheeks, I whimper, but secretly I want to feel him there. Or maybe it’s not a secret. It’s not. They both know. My whimper is part of the game.
I clench my cheeks when a cold drop of lube lands on my tight hole.
“So pretty…” Papa murmurs. “The thought of easing my cock into this precious tight hole makes me so hard. You’re going to milk me with these muscles and make me come in seconds.”
Daddy presses down on my lower back, making me realize how much I’m wiggling.
Papa taps my lubed hole several times before easing his finger in. He does it slowly as if no one has touched me there before even though Dr. Morgan did this morning and Daddy has twice since then.
Nevertheless, the stretch takes my breath away. It’s so naughty. Dirty. Forbidden. It makes my heart pump faster and my vision swim. When he finally bottoms out with his palm flat on my butt, I cry out.
“So tight…” Papa comments as if I don’t know this. “Rhodes, you didn’t tell me she was this tight.”
Daddy rubs my back. “I figured you’d find out for yourself.”
Papa starts pumping his finger in and out. It still feels strange to have someone touching me there, but man does it feel good. Apparently I’m kinkier than I realized.
“Can I add a second finger, sweet girl?”
I nod.
