Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,33
I know, it’s scary leaving him overnight for the first time, but he’s in good hands. My parents were super excited to keep him tonight. I sent everything he’ll possibly need and then some.”
“But I’ll miss him. This is a bad idea. Maybe you should go without me.”
Derek detected her rising anxiety at the idea of leaving their son overnight for the first time. There were many things about parenthood that he still didn’t understand, but handling his little’s anxiety he knew exactly how to handle.
“Enough, baby girl. We may be late, but we have just enough time to remind you who’s in charge tonight. In fact, I’m kinda glad you haven’t put your make-up on yet. Now I won’t be feel as guilty about making you shed a few tears that might make your mascara run.”
He watched her carefully, loving how her eyes grew wide with her first understanding. “From this moment until the time we arrive at my parent’s house tomorrow to pick up Michael, I’m Daddy. Not Derek. And as you know, Daddy always takes good care of his little girl.”
Done talking, Derek reached out to grasp his wife’s bicep, leading her to the kitchen table. Swiping a few papers aside, he made an open spot to push her upper body down upon. Her impatient groan was her only complaint at being manhandled.
“Daddy… ” she whined, as he lifted the hem of her little black dress up and over her curvy ass.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. These granny panties are gonna have to go. We can’t have my baby wearing such big-girl underwear,” he said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband, yanking the offending panties down to expose her milky-white ass. After he had her step out of them, he used his foot to edge her legs farther apart before leaving her to cross over to the overnight bag near the back door.
“I’d planned on taking care of this once we got checked into our room, but I can see it can’t wait. My baby needs her reminders now about how I expect her to behave tonight, don’t you little girl?”
He’d half expected her to continue to fight getting into the right head space, so he was pleased to hear her muffled “Yes, Daddy.”
After grabbing the few items he needed from the top of the bag, he returned to his wife, admiring her anxious wiggling as she waited to see what he had planned. She wouldn’t need to wait long.
Derek started by opening the tube of lube and generously lubricating the medium-sized butt-plug that would be hitching a ride to the wedding shoved up his beautiful wife’s bottom. He moved his slippery fingers to the pucker in front of him, shoving his fingers in and out of Rachel until she moaned. Spreading her cheeks apart, he lined the tip of the metal plug up with her butthole before beginning his lecture in is best angry-daddy voice.
“Before I shove this big-boy home, remind me again why I make my baby wear a plug when we are out in public?”
It was one of their oldest games, and he’d missed it. Rachel’s tortured reply went straight to his cock. “Because I was naughty and need a reminder to be Daddy’s good little girl.”
“Exactly, and since I can’t make you keep a pacifier in your mouth all night, this kind of plug will have to do. Now take it.”
Despite being an anal pro, Derek used care as he shoved the plug inside Rachel’s back door. They hadn’t had time for much anal play since Michael had been born, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause her any real pain that might jeopardize their planned fun evening. The plug disappeared in one big gulp, drawing a chuckle from him. “Maybe I should have used the next size bigger. Such a greedy little girl you are. It looks like you’re gonna handle this size easily.”
She didn’t even try to deny it. “Yes, Daddy.”
“We really are late, so I don’t have time to service this pussy of yours properly, but based on the way your bottom is wiggling, I suspect someone is gonna to try to masturbate when we get to the hotel. So, listen carefully. You will NOT get yourself off, do you hear me? You’ll edge yourself all night just like I’m gonna have to do, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll be sure to properly scratch that itch of yours when we get to our room after