“No.” I booped her nose.
“Ugh. No fair. Why did you buy it then anyway?”
“Temporary insanity?” I'd bought a lot of things I probably wouldn't use. I'd been so upset with Polly, I'd momentarily forgotten who she was to me. Who she was to my best friend.
There was a part of me that almost didn't care. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. It was the opposite of my feelings within the dynamic of a DDLG relationship, but in the context of giving into my feelings for my best friend's little sister… it might just win out.
I couldn’t let that happen. Clearing my throat, I helped Polly off my lap. I needed to tell her to clean up, to get changed, to give some sort of clue or instruction as to what happened next, but what I said instead was, “If you were my little girl, do you know what I’d say about you wanting to use a vibrator after a punishment?”
Polly tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes glinting with mischief. “No coming without permission, babygirl. Your orgasms belong to me?”
If I’d had a drink, I'd have choked on it. “No,” I answered with a strangled laugh. “But now I must get my hands on these books you've been reading.” I shook my head. “I would say ‘no pleasure after a punishment’.”
Polly wrinkled her nose. “Oh, that. Yeah, that's in my books too. It’s just not as fun.”
“No, certainly not.” I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice. I waited a beat for it to pass, then said, “Besides an orgasm, is there anything you need, babygirl?”
Polly sighed deeply. “I'd say a stiff drink, but that's not going to happen either.”
“No, it's not.”
“Then maybe… food? Like a big greasy burger and a chocolate shake?”
“I'm sure that can be arranged. Do you want me to order up or do you want to venture out?”
“Ugh!” she protested loudly. “That's such a tough decision.”
“Oh? Is it?” I chuckled. “How come?”
“Because,” she huffed, her tone exasperated as if the answer was obvious. “I really want to see more of this place now that I know what it is, but I kinda also don’t wanna move.”
“Ah, I see. How about this: I order up and we chill and maybe even take a nap, and then later if we're feeling up to it, we can go downstairs and do a little bit of exploring.”
She gnawed her lower lip as she considered her answer. “In. And… could you just hold me until it gets here?” She sighed and leaned against my chest again. “Okay, that sounds nice. But Daddy….” Her fingers walked up my chest. “Are you sure I can't use the vibrator?”
The truth was, I kind of wanted some alone time in the shower myself, so I understood the angst. I also knew I had no right to dictate her orgasms. Ours wasn't that kind of arrangement.
But also, I wanted her to feel her throbbing butt and the consequences of her actions and I kinda didn't want her out of my sight. I didn't really know what to do with that.
I should have told her it was up to her, that I couldn't stop her, that we didn't have that kind of relationship.
That wasn't what came out of my mouth. What I said instead was, “Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you use it once we get to our next stop.”
Polly
The truth was… I didn't want the vibrator and I’d never used one. What I really wanted, more than my next breath, was Cas’ cock.
But… was I allowed to say that? Where was the line in this pseudo dynamic of ours?
And even if I said it, and even if he agreed… Was it wise? We lived together. With my brother. Who surely thought, since we barely tolerated each other at home, that he could send us off on a road trip together and nothing would happen. Would Jared care? I didn't really understand male friendships and their ‘rules’ so the answer was a mystery to me.
What wasn't a mystery? The way I felt right now, in this moment. Like I couldn't get close enough to Cas. Like I needed him. Like I wanted him to touch me.
Did I ignore it and hope it would pass? Did I make a move? Did I voice my confusion? What would Savannah do? She wasn't here for me to ask, so I did the only thing that felt right.
I kissed him. I just laid my lips on his and fucking went for it.
To my horror, Cas pulled away instantly, shock evident on his features.