Page 260 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

Five? That’s like, one a decade? I know that’s not right. He probably didn’t start topping until his twenties, but, jeez, that’s not very many.

“Um, sir?—”

He chuckles. “I know that’s a slow weekend to you, bold girl. But when I was married, I took my vows seriously. ‘Forsaking all others’ meant exactly that, at least to me.”

But not to her? It sounds like Mac’s wife cheated on him, which I’d kind of guessed from things he’s said, and the way Emily talked about his ex.

“Sir, I wouldn’t ever cheat. I mean, I know we haven’t made any vows, but you said that dating was one man, one woman to you and we could talk about a contract if things went well and I—I just want you to know that I wouldn’t. That’s not me.”

He pecks another kiss on the tip of my nose. “Thank you, little goddess. I’d already figured that out about you, but it’s nice to hear.”

I hear a light jingle just before he closes the Devil’s clothespin on my nipple. “Fuck, sir!”

“Mmm, that getting you back into the right headspace, girl? Stop thinking and just feel what I’m doing to you.”

“Yes, sir.” I let any thoughts of exclusivity, contracts, cheating, and his ex-wife go. He’s right that I shouldn’t be bringing them into the scene. Plenty of time to worry about them when he’s not putting nipple clamps on me. “Ow, fuck!”

Mac chuckles like a crossroads demon as he tugs on the chain and sends lightning zapping through my tits. “Nice and focused there, girl? These titties a little tender?”

“Yes, sir,” I grit out through my teeth as I try to breathe-breathe-breathe until the burn becomes manageable.

“Mmm.” He massages my breasts, brushing the clamps with his thumbs and keeping those little shocks of pain zipping through me even while I writhe with pleasure from him kneading my sensitive flesh. “You are a fucking delight, Bren. So responsive.” He slides a hand down my front and rubs two fingers into me. My pussy immediately begins to spasm around the thick intrusion and the ginger burn that had died away to nothing tingles back to life.

“Fuck, sir. Fuck-fuck-fuck.”

He growls. “I think this little cunt’s beginning to understand who it belongs to. Give it to me, girl.”

He fingers me to another howling orgasm and as I’m panting, shuddering, shivering down from the high, he climbs over me, takes out the butt plug, and notches that fist-sized thing at my opening.

“Oh, fuck, sir. Please, I’m not sure?—”

“I am. Take it for me, goddess. Open yourself wide and take everything I have to give you.”

I blow out and try to get my breathing under control. One thing at a time, that’s what my kickboxing Kru always says. Control one thing then the next. That’s how you get on top of pain. Breathing, then body. When I’m breathing steadily, I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s my very good girl,” Mac says warmly, kissing my shoulder as he inches the dildo inside me. It’s slick, and thankfully not with ginger oil, but it’s still a stretch right from the off and I puff and blow through the strain as he slowly, steadily works it into me. Arching my back helps and Mac rubs my lower back with one hand as he holds the dildo steady with the other. His hand is between my upper thighs so it can’t be much more. Please, don’t let it be much more because I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. Even when I’ve been fisted, there’s always the wrist to provide a little relief, but not with this thing. The shaft is just as wide as the head and Icannotbe this full.

Mac’s fingers wrap around my stretched, stinging pussy lips. He pats me and then there’s a tugging on my waist and hip as he attaches the dildo to the belt. I have a moment of panic as my pussy clamps down on the invader and it feels like its rearranging my guts and I can’t push it out, but I breathe-breathe-breathe and the panic eases along with the ache.

Mac settles onto the bed behind me and rubs his slick cock up and down my crack. “Sit rep, girl. How’re you doing?”

I almost laugh at the term, which I’m sure he intended, and the last wisps of panic flit away. “Green, sir.”

“As grass?”

“More like olives, sir, but still green.”

He chuckles and smears kisses over my neck and shoulders. “That’s my goddess. I love seeing you take it for me. I heard you breathing, and I know you were controlling your fear and pain. I’m so proud of you, submitting to me when it’s hard. When the pain’s not fun and you have to work through it. That’s my very good girl.”

I’m sure I glow, probably like one of Emily’s freaking unicorns from all the color on my skin. His praise lights me up so brightly.

“I know coming on that monster is going to be a challenge, girl, but I also know you can do it for me. I want one more, damn hard, before I take that ass. Every minute you don’t come is another minute your ass closes up and I’m not giving you any more prep before I fuck it, so don’t hold back, girl.”

I’m too drained and stretched and sore to have any control over what’s happening in my pussy, but I think I’m also too drained and stretched and sore to come again. “Sir?—”

He bites down lightly on my shoulder and says around a nip of my skin in his teeth. “Try for me, goddess, that’s all.”

“Yes, sir.”