Page 65 of Plum's Priest Daddy

Plum pouted and took another swig of her water, swishing and spitting one more time. Such a sassy little thing.

But despite her brattiness, she was obedient when he held her against him and forced her to take the soap in her mouth again. Her shallow breathing was the same as before, but she didn’t close her eyes and only shifted her weight, not what he’d call squirming.

Accepting. Plum was accepting his dominance and the consequences her actions had brought on. His work wasn’t done here but he gloried in her tractability nonetheless.

By the time the two minutes were up, she was sniffling and teary-eyed, as though she was on the verge of tears. That was good, but it wasn’t enough.

When he announced time was up and slid the bar from her mouth, Plum spit and rinsed repeatedly, no doubt trying to wash the fresh but nauseating taste and smell from her mouth. The devious thing about soap though was that it was hard to scrub entirely away so she’d probably be tasting it for days.

Plum spit again and delicately patted the corners of her mouth with a towel and then blinked her gaze to meet his.

“Daddy? May I please take you in my mouth? I don’t want to taste this anymore. I want to taste you.”

Her eyes were bright and luminous. Even knowing she could be a mouthy little shit-stirring brat, Gideon still felt that at the end of the day his lovely plum blossom was deferential. For him anyway.

“Please, Daddy? Please?” she begged.

He had to clear his throat so he wouldn’t croak. “I’m not sure badly behaved girls with dirty mouths should be rewarded by getting to suck on their Daddy’s cock.”

Poor thing sniffed and looked so very miserable. It wasn’t like him to take pity on her even if it would please him too. Immensely. That was part of being a caregiver, though, wasn’t it? Sacrificing one’s own pleasure in order to administer necessary discipline? Not one of his favorite parts to be sure, but an important one.

And yet…there was still more punishment to be meted out. Why not give her a break before that began?

“Fine. But you have five minutes to make me come. If you don’t, you’ll be kneeling on dried peas with your face stuffed full of cock between each of the implements I’ll be marking your ass with until you do. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, and then she was on her knees in front of him, tearing at his trousers and freeing his throbbing erection.

The touch of her work-roughened hands on his swollen and aching cock was enough to make him groan. And when she guided his dick into the warm, slick passage of her mouth he wondered if he would even last five minutes.

The way she licked and swirled her tongue around his sensitive head, making sure to spend a little extra time on the frenulum on the underside made his eyes roll back in his head.

Gideon threaded his fingers into her mass of hair and pulled her closer. Plum gagged briefly but relaxed as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs and encouraged her.

“There you go, love. Relax and let Daddy stroke into your lovely throat. That’s a good girl. Oh, yes. Just like that.”

He fucked into the tight channel of her throat and loved the feel of her tears dripping onto his thumbs. Loved too how she looked with her eyes wide open and her lips stretched taut over his hard length.

It wasn’t all that long before she began to make tiny desperate noises and rock her hips toward him, making his need coalesce into a roiling mass of desire that went from his brain, down his spine, and came to a head in his tight and drawn-up sac. Yes, he was a goner, and he ground out her name between his teeth as he shot spurts of thick, hot come down her throat.

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