Reece
Jules orders me a second Manhattan. I’m going to need it for what I have to do later tonight. I shift my weight to my right ass cheek, trying to keep the weight off the plug.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the glass from the bartender.
He flashes me a flirty grin. “On the house, pretty lady.” He winks.
“No thank you very much.” Jules’s tone turns to a teacher-y one I recognize from my preschool work. She gives the bartender the cold shoulder. “We buy our own drinks.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “You got it, girls.” He raises a questioning brow at me as he makes his way to the other end of the bar.
My face heats with embarrassment. “That was harsh.” I take a sip of my drink.
Ella puts her hand on my forearm, giving me a sweet smile. “Trust us. You’d be a lot more embarrassed if one of our guys went to pay the bill and there wasn’t one.”
“Bachman men do not allow other men to buy their women drinks,” Jules says.
Bachman men? Are Cash and Preston related? They couldn’t look more different from one another. Maybe through adoption? “You’re both married to Bachmans? Are they brothers?”
I don’t miss the flash of worry that passes over Ella’s face as she responds. “Oh! Yes. Um…not like brothers, just—”
Jules jumps in. “Distant relations. But Bryant is just a friend of theirs.”
“He’s not, you know, related or anything,” Ella quickly adds.
Hmm…weird.
A look passes between them. They’re hiding something. I’d pry or at least think about it more but I don’t want to be rude. I ask a question I presume to be safe.
I take a dainty sip of my second drink. “Tell me more about your husbands. How did you meet?”
Jules jumps right in, roses blooming beneath her freckled cheeks. “Preston and I knew one another in high school. We had this one crazy night together then both of us moved on. I ended up back in our small town, thinking I’d never see him again, but then when his dad passed, he came back. He just showed up one night, knocking on my door and the rest is history.”
“You have to visit Jules’ hometown sometime,” Ella says. “They have a beautiful castle up on this hill. It’s gorgeous.”
Jules nods with a bright smile, clearly proud of her town. “We use it for events, weddings and reunions, things like that.”
“That’s when Jules and I got really close. She planned Cash’s and my wedding. We had it at the castle.” A sparkle of good memories shine in Ella’s eyes as she sighs, “It was magical.”
Jules leans in. “Your turn. Tell us how you and Bryant met.”
“Yeah,” Ella adds. “He hasn’t told us much. But I know he likes you because the man has literally never shown up with a woman before.”
“Other than Ashely,” Jules adds.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t look at Ashely the way he’s looking at Reece.”
We all turn over our shoulders, looking at Bryant. He is staring at me. Intensely. Like a stalker. I hold back a giggle.
What do I say about how we met?
Ms. Greene aways says to KISS when dealing with difficult parent interactions. Keep it simple, sweetie. “My father was his lawyer.” I take a long, slow sip of my drink so I can’t say more.
These girls can take a hint. Jules gives a smile like she knows there’s more to the story then says, “That’s nice.”
Ella rises from her seat, putting a hand over her flat stomach. “Should we eat? I’m hungry.”
I think of Bryant’s hands on me, back at the suite. My stomach ties in knots. I don’t think I can eat. The Manhattans goes to my head, making me feel dizzy. I stand on shaky legs.
Bryant comes up behind me, his hand running along my lower back. His reassuring touch clears my mind.
I glance up at him.
He’s smiling down at me but there’s something troubling in his eyes. Is he upset? But his voice is steady, his hand making circles on my back. “You good, babygirl?”
He's just worried about me. That's sweet. My head is swimming, my stomach clenching with nerves. I’ve never had anal sex before. This plug is filling me, making me wonder if I’ll like it, if it will be uncomfortable. I feel bad for asking to cancel our plans but I’m so nervous, there’s no way I can eat.
I offer what I hope is a reassuring smile. “You know. I’m good, I’m just not feeling up for a big dinner.”
He stares at me a beat, his brow furrowed. “You want to get out of here? Go home?”
I nod.
He slips a protective arm around my lower back. I already feel better. Tonight will be a new experience, but it’ll be with him.
“Sorry, Jules and Ella. It was so nice to meet you. I just—”
He makes my excuse. “We’re still feeling a bit jetlagged.”
“Oh, we totally understand.” Jules pops up from her seat, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Get some rest.”
“It was so nice to meet you, Reece!” Ella gives me a quick squeeze.
I slip my hand in his. He squeezes it. It feels good, reassuring. But I still feel off. We say goodbye to the rest of the group. My hand never leaves his.
Back at the hotel, he closes the door behind us. He flips the lock and the sound of the door bolting makes a chill run through me.
Am I ready for tonight?
Can I do this?
He removes his suit jacket, slowly. He folds it in half, putting it over the seatback of the barstool. He sinks down into the leather chair.
“Come here, babygirl. Let me take that plug out of you.”
I kick off my heels, going to the stool where he sits. He pats his thigh. I know what that means.
Over daddy's lap…now.
My bare feet pad across the tiled floors. Nerves flutter in my belly as I make my way to him. I’ve got no idea what to expect but as I get closer to him, my body begins to respond, my panties going damp. I press myself against his warmth. Strong hands grab my waist, helping me over. I balance my torso over him, sliding my arms over his right thigh. My ass is perched over the edge of his left thigh.
His fingers drag the silky material of my dress upward. The cool material clings to my lower back as the chilly night air dances up my legs. His fingers dip below the elastic band of my G-string. He taps on the base of the plug.
His voice goes low, gravelly with desire. “What did you think of wearing daddy’s pretty plug tonight?”
“It felt funny. Kind of uncomfortable…” I leave out the part about it making me wet, knowing it was there. Feeling it inside me.
He doesn’t let me hide. He strokes my curves with the tips of his fingers, dragging them over my ass. “Did it turn you on? Knowing you were wearing daddy’s plug?”
My answer is a whisper. “Yes, daddy.”
“I know, babygirl.” He gives a deep chuckle, his fingers grabbing the ends of the handle. “Take a deep breath and relax.”
“Okay.” Everything in me wants to clench up but I try to do what he says, letting my muscles relax.
He tugs on the plug. It starts to move out of me. It feels so weird, to have it leaving my body. It slips along my muscles, then, it’s all the way out. I give a little whine, shifting my weight on my feet, wriggling my hips.
I feel…achingly…empty.
And he knows it. He smooths his hand over my ass. “Is your ass ready to take daddy’s cock now, baby?”
How would I know? “Um…”
All night I wanted that damn plug out of me but now that it’s out all I want is something back inside me. I want to be full, I want friction back there…
He gives my ass a sharp spank. Fire lights on my skin. “Words, babygirl.”
I clear my throat but my voice still shakes. “Yes. I’m ready.”
My response makes him growl. I feel his cock stir under my belly. He grabs my hips, pulling me from his lap. My feet only rest on the floor for a moment before he bends me over the kitchen counter, forcing me up on tiptoe. My dress had ridden up over my belly. The marble is cool on my bare skin. I sneak a glance at him. He’s grabbing the lube from earlier, freeing his cock from his trousers.
Wetness pools between my thighs as I watch him stroke his proud, hard cock with a palmful of glistening lube. It’s not big. It’s massive. I’d forgotten how huge it was, but now, watching it stand at attention as he prepares, it, my stomach flips. How in the world is that thing going to fit where he plans to put it? He slips his hand around the head of his cock, bringing it down to the base, fully coating it with lube.
The lubrication should ease my mind. Instead, my ass cheeks clench at the sheer size of his cock, the idea of it in my ass. I’m glad for the plug now, for the preparation. Because that thing is going to be hard to get inside of me.
“You ready, babygirl?” His slick hands go to the inside of my thighs, parting my legs. I glide my toes across the floor, widening my stance. My palms are damp from perspiration and nerves. I flatten them against the cold marble.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance. It’s huge as it battles with my unwilling muscles. I take a deep breath. Focus on this new sensation, of having him try to go inside me...there. “Breathe, babygirl,” he moans as he rubs circles over my lower back.
“I’m trying.” I release the breath and the slippery tip of his cock pushes into my ass, stretching me and making my ass burn. The pressure builds within me, my ass wanting more. My pussy is empty and clenching, jealous of the attention my ass is receiving.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Daddy’s going to help you take my cock. Let me touch you.” His arm wraps around my waist, his slick fingers dipping in my folds. He circles my clit, a thousand bursts of electricity dancing over me.
“Oh my god.” His touch is exactly what I need. My body relaxes. My jaw drops. My eyes roll in the back of my head. My palms drag along the stone counter. He pushes harder, moves further inside of my ass. I’m taking him, inch by inch. The fullness rocks me as his fingers make waves of pleasure ricochet through me.
A whine rises in my throat. I move my hips backward, my ass backing into him, demanding more from him.
“Beg me, babygirl. Beg your daddy to fuck your ass.”
Shame fills me but I beg. “Please. Please fuck my ass. Hard.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He growls in victory. He knows I’m powerless to him right now. I’ll beg, I’ll cry, I’ll do whatever he says as long as I get that final climax.
He fucks me harder. I gasp at the sudden fullness. There’s more burning and I’m stretching to let him in. His magical fingers work my clit and I throw my head back.
“Oh god.”
He leans down, his tongue lashing at my neck. His hot kisses bite at my tender flesh as he thrusts into my ass. The tension building in my core is like nothing I’ve felt before. The sound of my pulse fills my ears. Bright white lights flash behind my tightly closed eyelids. I’m free-falling, disconnected from everything that is not this bursting release deep inside of me.
He whispers his command and I obey. “Come for me, babygirl. Come for your daddy.”
I come.
Hard.
And when I think there is nothing left in me, that I’ll die if he doesn’t stop this madness, my body tightens into one, final, trembling burst.
“Babygirl,” he calls, his fingers digging into my hips as his cock explodes in my ass. Pulsing, filling my ass with his hot seed. It spills out, running down my thigh.
Marking me as his.
But I’m not.
Am I?
Emotions flood me. The aftershock of the orgasm’s leaves me breathless, my limbs useless, but my mind whirring. I’ve never felt anything so powerful. And I know I never will again. There is no one else on this earth that can make me feel the way he does.
He brushes the hair from my back, softly kissing my neck, my shoulders. Whispers warm sweet words in my ear. “There’s my baby. There’s my sweet babygirl.”
I’ve let this go too far. The realization hits me like a tsunami. I have to end this.
I have to stop this charade.
Tonight.