Page 18 of Trained By Her Daddy

“That’s interesting because I was thinking the opposite,” he said, lathering his hands with soap before applying them to my furrowed entrance. “Now spread your legs a bit more and hold still while Daddy gives you another shave.”

Shutting my eyes, I didn’t dare move in fear the razor could slip out of his hand, and I hoped the humiliating procedure would end soon. But naturally, he took his good old time carefully gliding the cutting instrument over my soft skin, and as each vertical stroke slid close to my tight hole, I gasped. “Are you almost done?” I eked out while holding my breath.

His slick fingertip slowly rubbed my smooth anus and then he swatted my wiggling ass. “Yep. You can sit back down in the tub and rinse off. Now you’re looking delicious enough to eat.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, whirling my head to face him.

His gaze met mine as he spoke slow and deliberately. “Daddy is going to lick your velvety little rosebud until you scream for mercy, but there will be no coming until I say you can. If you disobey me, your bottom hole will be punished with a silicone plug… and I won’t be using the smallest variety in the box.”

It was difficult to believe those startling sentences came from his mouth. But I’d heard every word clearly, and the glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Okay, sugar. Drop the towel and drape your backside over the side of the bed.”

A streak of heat rose in my cheeks as I got into position, and my heart was beating rapidly just picturing what was to come. I could barely think about where he wanted to put his tongue.

“Your Daddy wants to taste your sweet ass, and he’s not waiting a minute longer,” he said, pulling my fleshy globes to the sides, barely touching the tip of his tongue to the rim of my anus. “Mmm. My naughty girl likes this, doesn’t she?” he teased, patting my bottom.

It was too embarrassing for me to admit how much that turned me on, so I swiveled my head in his direction and crossed my eyes.

“Your twitching rosebud has already told me, so don’t even think about lying,” he warned. “A dishonest young lady will always be disciplined severely in my home.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned as his tongue continued its journey, licking circles around my pucker before delving inside.

“Touch yourself and see how wet you’re getting while my tongue fucks your tight hole, princess. I know how moist you are, because your delightful scent of arousal is definitely in the air.”

This was a man with a game plan, and you didn’t need to be a genius to know the direction in which his thought-out strategy was going.

“Go ahead and finger that greedy cunny of yours, but there will be no coming until I say you can.”

“Okay, okay,” I whispered, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to push me over the precipice. But then he stopped licking my anus and started sucking on it like it was a soft piece of caramel candy.

Fuck. There was no stopping that train.

My breathing had become ragged as his strong hands boosted me higher up into the air. “Oh, God. I’m coming. I’m coming,” I mewled, rubbing my clit furiously. But his only response was to give my ass a brisk smack, and then it seemed like he stepped backward for some reason. Not paying any more attention to the lack of his presence, I pressed down onto my throbbing nub and whirled myself into a familiar happy place. But as I exhaled a satisfying breath, his deep voice startled me.

“Were you given permission to come?”

“No, but…”

“Hold this while I prepare your bottom hole,” he scolded, presenting me with a pale pink silicone plug. “You don’t seem to understand who presides over the rules here.”

The large mirror that hung over the bed allowed us to watch each other’s reaction, and I shouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of seeing my jaw drop. But as our eyes connected, and I saw his expression darken, the scent of my damn exhilaration once again betrayed me.

“My naughty girl is going to have her little ass finger fucked before it’s properly plugged.” His words were well-chosen and drawn out as he flipped open the container of lube.

A hiss of air escaped from my throat as his wet fingertip slid into my crimped entrance, and then he pulled it out only to push it back in further. There was something so embarrassing about the way he was punishing me, and yet his discipline had my clit aching for more. As his finger twisted and turned, delving further into my quivering rosette, I raised my face once again in hopes of seeing his countenance in the mirror. I wanted to know if John was annoyed with me or aroused.

Strangely, the blending of both emotions proved to be hot as hell.

“Head down, there’s nothing for you to see,” he scolded in a firm tone, pumping his thick digit in and out of my dark abyss. Then he finally released his finger to give my ass a proprietary squeeze. “Hand over the plug and spread these cheeks wide for your Daddy.”

Placing the plug in his palm, I reached back to stretch my buttocks open, and in a nanosecond, my shuddering anus was being nudged with a hard tip.

“You’ve never had anything like this inserted in your tight bottom, have you?”

“N-No. N-Never.”

“Well, the plug will slide in much easier if you relax, but it’s going in either way,” he advised in a calm, measured voice. And at the exact moment I inhaled a lungful of air, he pressed the damn silicone instrument inside me.

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