hands wrap around my waist, and he helps me up. Turning me into him, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close and kissing the top of my head. “I can’t let anything happen to you, baby girl. I’d be lost without you.”
His words melt me, making me feel like the most cherished woman in the world. Taking my hand, he leads me over to the kitchen table.
“Sit down,” he says.
Giving him a curious gaze, I sit down on the hard chair, sucking breath in between my teeth at the sting. The plug feels full in my bottom and I shift my weight, trying to forget its existence.
He says, “I want you to feel your punishment, the plug in your ass, the stinging on your cheeks.”
And I do.
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Draw me something.”
It’s not until he makes his request that I realize there’s paper and pencils on the table. I look up at him in surprise. “You want me to draw for you?”
“Yes.”
I ask, “What do you want?”
He says, “Whatever you want to make for me.”
He kisses the top of my head and walks away.
Leaving me naked, plugged, and spanked, sitting alone in the chair.
Goosebumps rise on my flesh, a product of the erotic energy produced by the situation. My nipples pebble and I shift on my sore ass, thinking of what to do.
What would Luke like?
I realize I have no idea.
I think of him. His face. How he gets that light in his eyes when he’s looking at me sometimes. The light that fills my heart and lets me know this life is worth living.
Taking the pencil in my hand, I begin to sketch. Soon, I’m lost in the work, forgetting I’m nude, forgetting everything.
No idea how much time has passed, I sit back in the chair, taking in my work. It’s Luke’s face, exactly how I remembered it the night I first called him Daddy. When he made me touch myself while he watched. It’s not perfect but in it, I’ve caught the look that was in his eyes.
Luke comes to my side, looking over my shoulder. “That’s... incredible.”
I wait for his reaction, nervous to share my work. “Thank you.”
Picking up the paper, he speaks in a hushed tone as he studies it. “You’re really talented.”
A pang of pride shoots through me.
“Come here.” He holds his hand out to me. I stand, giving him my hand and follow him to the bed.
He sits down, gathering me into his lap. He kisses my head, my forehead, my cheek, the tip of my nose. “Nothing can ever, ever happen to you. I was worried sick. I never, ever want to worry like that again.”
I feel terrible for the worry I caused him. I say, “And I promise I won’t make that mistake a second time.”
We kiss, his arms around me, my bottom pressed against his lap. His growing erection pushes at me through his trousers.
He pulls away. “Lie over my lap.”
I don’t question, just obey. I lay myself over his lap.
His hands find their way between my thighs, pushing my legs apart. “Spread your legs for Daddy. I want to see how wet I make you.”
Shame fills me, but I part my legs wide, the cool air rushing over my hot sex.
“Daddy’s going to take your plug out now. Nice and gentle.” The sensation of him tugging on the handle of the plug sends a delicious shiver through my body. He pulls it out slowly, and as my ass is vacated, a strange longing develops in my core. “So ready for my cock.”
Something needs to make some friction. Or I’m going to die.
“Are you going to fuck me in my... bottom?” I ask, knowing what I want the answer to be, though I feel shame for it.
“No. I’m going to make love to you with my cock in your bottom,” he says, stroking my back.
Make love is something you do to someone you love.
Is he confessing his love to me when I’m laid out over his lap and he’s pulling a plug from my ass? “Are you saying you love me?”
His body contours around my side, his mouth finding me and lightly dancing kisses down my back. “What if I am?”
A thrill runs through me, my heart beating too fast. “Isn’t that something you confess over a candlelight dinner?”
Now he’s stroking my skin. Fingertips run from the tops of my shoulders, over my back, running lines over the curve of my bottom. “I say it