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His lips touched the shell of her ear. “Bend over, naughty girl. Put your hands flat on the stool.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice pebbled her nipples. “Good girl, now slide your feet apart for Daddy. I’ll tell you when you reach the right spot.”

She edged her feet apart, torn between wanting him to tell her that was far enough and hoping he didn’t. Her thighs trembled, but not because she was afraid. He’d said this wasn’t part of her punishment and she trusted him.

Those threes must have been a mile apart. By the time he gave her permission to stop, her thighs were parted so wide cool air brushed the lips of her pussy leaving her feeling more vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her life.

Could Daddy see the slickness that coated her spasming, exposed opening? What must he think of her? It couldn’t be normal to be this turned on just from bending over.

He let her know exactly what he thought a second later when he ran his finger up her slit and circled her opening. “Is all of this for me, naughty girl? There's no way I can look at a pussy this pretty and not have a taste.”

He knelt behind her, and the next thing she knew, his tongue traced the path of his finger with amazing accuracy. She squealed and would have straightened if not for the firm hand he kept planted on the small of her back.

How could she be so embarrassed and so excited at the same time? Was this normal?

But then he pulled away from her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he stood back up before she could utter a sound, leaving her quivering with need.

No!

It was all she could do to hold the word back. Focusing on steadying her breathing, she waited to see what came next.

As if he read her mind, he stepped to her side and placed one calloused hand on the small of her back, resting the pad of a thick finger at the end of her spine. “This is your first time doing anything like this, and I want this time to be something you enjoy.”

As he spoke, he curled his finger, putting slight pressure on her tailbone. It pulled at her labia and sent the most erotic sensation coursing from her anus to her clit. Oh god! Her breath escaped her in a gasp, and she had to fight to get it back.

How could something that seemed so, so wrong feel so, so right. “I… we shouldn’t?—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, bluebell.” He continued what he was doing. “Outside of these walls, there may be times we have to take into account what other people think. But inside these walls, the only people who matter are you and me. And I don’t give one rats ass what anyone else thinks. This is our space to do whatever makes us feel good.” He slid his finger up and back down the crack of her bottom. “So tell me, babygirl. If we were the only two people on the planet, would you like the way my finger is making you feel?”

That was easy. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Me, too. So, let’s make a deal. From now on, if I do something that harms your heart, your mind, or your body, you tell me. I’ll stop and I’ll never do it again. I promise. But otherthan that, we get to choose our own shoulds and shouldn’ts. Deal?”

Pleasure rippled through her body as he slid his finger down to her most intimate hole. His finger rested there as he waited for her answer. “Deal, Daddy. Deal.”

When had her voice gotten so breathy and desperate? Oh yeah, the second he’d touched her.

He showed his approval of her answer by gently tapping his finger on her bottom hole. “That’s my good girl.”

Each pat of his finger notched something inside her tighter. If he kept this up, she was going to explode. But maybe that was the idea. Her pussy was throbbing with the need to be filled with his cock. She was so wet he’d slide in with no effort at all.

When she tried to give him a hint by angling her hips up, he smacked her bottom. “You are not in control, naughty girl. We are doing things on my timetable, not yours.”

She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted him inside her. Now.

Instead, he stepped away to retrieve the butt plug and bottle from the shelf. Tildi stared straight at the corner and tried to breathe.

“This is the smallest plug in the set I bought. It may feel a little strange at first, maybe uncomfortable because you’ve never done this before, but it shouldn’t hurt. As long as you listen to Daddy and mind him.”

She didn’t think her words would work, so she nodded instead.

“All right, babygirl. I’m going to get you ready. I want you to bend your arms and touch your forehead to the stool.”

From the corner of her eye, she watched him unscrew the cap from the pretty bottle. His, “Now, babygirl,” had her bending over even further. At least she now had her answer to why the stool had a cushion.

“I didn’t have a chance to warm this.”

That was all the warning she got before the drizzle of cool liquid trickled between the well spread cheeks of her bottom. The faint scent of almonds filled the air, then she had his finger back, spreading what she realized must be oil over her puckered hole.

She clenched her bottom, but instead of putting something in her bottom, he put his palms together and pressed the edge of his hands between her cheeks. He rocked them slowly over her rosebud and it felt amazing.