Daddy
“But first I have to train your ass to take my cock.” His fingers tease my entrance.
My spine stiffens. Train my ass? “What do you mean?”
He pats my thigh. “Hop up.”
I stand from his lap, my jeans and panties still wrapped around my mid-thigh. He leaves me, going to the bedroom. I’m standing here, my bottom half fully exposed, wondering what’s going to happen next. The air feels suddenly chilly, and I wrap my arms around myself as goosebumps rise on my arms.
He returns. A tube of lube in one hand. A funny little gold thing shaped like a top in the other. Its metal head is smooth and rounded, narrow at the top, widening as it comes down, then pinching into what looks like a handle.
I can’t tear my eyes from the object. A tremble runs through me because there’s only one place he can mean for it to go.
My ass.
“What’s that?” I ask, trying to hide the trepidation from my voice.
He holds it up with a sparkle in his eye that matches the sparkle shining off the gold as he twists it between his finger and thumb. “It’s a pretty gold plug for your lovely ass.”
Holy shit.
My throat feels tight, my heart lurching in my chest.
I go to back away from him but my jeans are tight around my thighs and they make me stumble. I grab the kitchen counter to steady myself. My fingers tighten around the stone as I try to calm myself but my head feels light. “That…thing…is not going inside of me.”
He moves towards me, twisting the plug back and forth, furthering my unease. “Daddy says that it is. You’ve been bad. I’m punishing you. And I want to fuck you in the ass. Trust me, you’ll be a lot more comfortable if I get you ready first.”
He sinks onto the barstool. He spreads his legs. He taps the handle of the plug against his thigh. “Back over my lap, babygirl.”
I give a gulp. I can’t do this. Shame covers me, heating my face, but my shaking feet somehow take a few steps toward him with wetness pooling between my thighs at the heat in his gaze.
He takes my arm, helping me lay back over his lap, smoothing his palm over my chill bump-covered flesh. “Such a pretty girl. It’s a shame you can’t be a good girl for your daddy, but I can teach you.” His hand slips between my thighs, applying pressure and spreading them apart. “Spread those pretty legs for daddy so I can see all of you.”
All of me? He means my back entrance…a place no one has ever seen or touched except for him…the place he wants to put that…thing. “Uh…I don’t know if I can—”
My words are cut off by a sharp spank, his palm coming down on my ass. “Daddy knows you can.”
I give a low moan, spreading my legs, now impossibly wet between my thighs, knowing I’m leaving a wet patch of arousal on his trousers again. I hear him opening the lube.
His fingertips crawl up the cleft of my ass. He reaches my asshole and my first instinct is to clench my cheeks together and keep him out, but I remember how stingy his big palm is and I stay still.
“There’s a good girl, lying so calm for her daddy.” His slick fingertip, covered in cool jelly, presses against my tight ring of muscle. I let out another low moan. This is so…shameful, to have him touching me like this…there.
My pussy clenches as his finger makes its way inside my ass, up to what feels like his first knuckle. “This plug I’m going to be putting in you is a small one. You’ll feel it stretch and fill your ass. When you move around you'll feel it inside you and you'll think about what a bad girl you were and how you belong to your daddy. And when daddy calls?"
"I answer my phone."
"Good girl."
Oh, damn. His words make me as wet as his touch. His finger leaves me and I find myself wanting more pressure there, more touches. But wear a plug in my ass? How long?
“Um…” I wriggle my hips at his heated touch. A whine rises in my tone. “How long do I have to wear it, daddy?”
“Till I tell you it’s time to take it out.”
I let out a shuddering breath as I hear the cap on the lube again.
“I’m going to lube up your pretty little plug and slide it into your ass. It has a sparkly gold jewel at the base of it that daddy can see peeking out between your pretty little ass cheeks.”
The slippery tip pushes against my ass. I let out a whimper, not from pain, just from how strange the sensation is, having something fighting to go past my tight ring of muscle.
He smooths his hand over my lower back. “Relax, baby. I’m going to push it in further. Take a deep breath.”
I obey, taking in a deep breath and exhaling my tension. There’s more pressure, more fullness, pressing inside of me. I let out a moan and a whimper as he pushes it further in. Is it in all the way? I don’t know. My ass feels strange and full but the pressure down there is also heating my core, making my sex pulse, my muscles clenching together.
It’s in all the way. I can feel the handle nestling between my ass cheeks. He tugs at the base. “Just right.”
Now what? Do I go out like this? We have plans this evening, a fancy dinner with some of his business partners. Will I be dining with a plug in my ass?
He helps me stand. His arms go around my lower back, pulling me into him. He grabs my naked ass in his hands, his fingers teasing my cleft, finding the end of the handle of the plug. He teases it, tapping with his finger. The gentle pressure makes me melt into him, burying my face into his shoulder.
It feels so strange, but as I shift my weight on my feet, it feels good, too. I’m a mess. Confused and turned on, my curves still stinging from his belt, my ass filled with his plug.
He kisses my cheek. “Time to get dressed, babygirl. I’ve got important people for you to meet.”
“Okay…” I wriggle my hips like it will alleviate this strange feeling.
I guess I’m going out like this…
With a plug.
In my ass.