Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,16
sharply reorganized and identified it because while her past boyfriend had called her I once or twice, she wasn’t so naive she didn’t know what a butt plug was.
“Wh-What—” she stammered, but it was his turn to cut her off.
“Up,” he said. The butt plug in one hand, tight-lipped and tense-jawed, he still offered her a stabilizing hand. “Be careful of your ankle.”
She didn’t think she moved, but somehow her hand found his, and the next thing she knew, she was standing. More than anything, she wanted to argue or the very least, talk about it. She’d always been very firm about the fact her bottom was a designated ‘out zone.’ She didn’t do anal. She didn’t do butt plugs. Someone unexpectedly did a finger with her once, and it startled her so badly, she was up and out of bed before he could say, “Do you like this, baby?”
Yet for Daddy, Georgia didn’t say a word. Her scattered brain was still trying to formulate how to say it. Later, it would occur to her wait probably would have worked.
Turning her to face the table, his hand settled between her shoulder blades. At his terse “Over,” she bent. She’d have gone all the way belly-down into her half-finished lasagna if he hadn’t stopped her. Hands braced against the smooth wood, she held herself frozen, eyes popped open wide, and shock ricocheting from one wildly singing nerve to the next as he caught the back of her skirt and jerked it up to her waist.
He’d just bared her ass.
Her ass was now on full display to a man she had only met a few hours ago, a man who wanted her to call him Daddy. To a man now snapping open a tube of lubricating gel, and—oh my God—he just put it on her!
He was lubing her up, like no Daddy in the history of ever should do with a girl as grown as her. As no stranger certainly should, except they had an agreement, and she... well, shit, she had literally asked for this.
“C-Can we please—” ‘Talk about this’ is what she would have said, but his free arm hooked around her waist, pinning her bent over so she couldn’t rise, hugging her tight to his side a half-second before she felt the ominously cold nose of the butt plug slide down the crack of her buttocks, seeking her lubed entrance. “O-Oh my God,” she stammered, then gasped, arching sharply onto her toes when it went in.
It was a small plug. She’d known that the moment she’d seen it. His thick, mechanic’s finger had looked both longer and at least as wide as the widest part of the cold metal base, now stretching her to receive it. It wasn’t like Daddy had shoved a Mac truck up her ass, regardless of how it felt, and frankly, he wasn’t gentle. He gave no warning beyond showing her what was in his hand. The moment that thing tried to gain an ‘Into the Out Zone,’ her bottom hole puckered in defiance.
Holes weren’t good at defiance. The plug went in, anyway, and the zing of discomfort as she was made to open went from weird to mildly uncomfortable to sharp pain in less time than her gasp could register.
“Relax your bottom,” he said, holding the plug buried to the base inside her. “Relax, baby girl.”
She couldn’t relax. She held herself stiff as a fence post, her buttocks clenching around that cold invader, feeling as if he’d shoved a skyscraper up her out hole. She groaned.
“Just breathe.” He rubbed her back. “I know that didn’t feel good, but it’ll pass in a minute.”
No, it didn’t feel good at all, but he was right. The pain faded almost as fast as it had ripped through her.
“Normally,” he said, his large hand making gentle passes up and down the small of her back, “I’d have done that much more gently. Unfortunately for us both, you are already in the middle of a punishment. This is the wrong time to let your temper or your mouth run away with you. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
She wanted to hate him, but the hand caressing up and down her back wouldn’t let her. Against her will, her body sagged as the pain and tension abandoned her. Butt plug or no butt plug, she shouldn’t have mouthed off the way.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, half because it was what he expected, but mostly she really was sorry she’d said