Page 166 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Oops,” I whispered. “Sorry.” If anything, it’d had the opposite effect, making me hornier and contributing to my naughtiness, but I wasn’t going to admit that out loud. I was pretty sure Cas wouldn’t appreciate that input.
“Sorry, hmm?” he hummed. “I don’t think you are, but I think you will be. Maybe a butt plug is too impersonal. Maybe you need to feel Daddy’s fingers in your ass.”
I gasped softly, my body instantly heating with mortification from just the words he was speaking. Before I could protest, he wrapped his fingers around the base and jerked it out with a soft tug. And then, just as he’d threatened, his finger pushed against my back entrance.
My breath hitched. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. They always did this in dirty books. On paper, Daddies claimed that naughty girls listened so much better with Daddy’s finger in their ass, but that was just something they said in books, right? It was just for shock factor and fantasies. It couldn’t possibly be true. It couldn’t be something Daddies actually did.
Apparently, it was.
With one hand parting my cheeks, Cas pushed past my barrier until his finger was inside me, then pushed it further.
The sensation was… unnerving. His finger of course was much smaller than the plug, but something about it being attached to his body made it more personal. More… (word). More humiliating.
And suddenly, I was a melty, submissive pile of goo all over again. Ready to do anything to become Daddy’s good girl as Cas’ finger-fucked my bottom.
“Oh god.” I moaned, gyrating my hips across his legs, loving the friction created, not caring that I was smearing my wetness across his thighs. It felt… so good.
Until it didn’t. Cas delivered two sharp swats across my tender bottom along with a sharp warning. “Nuh-uh. None of that, babygirl. You don’t get pleasure until Daddy says, and if you don’t stop that right now, you won’t get any.”
I immediately stilled, my body going rigid.
Cas resumed his ministrations, working his finger in and out of my tight hole, and to my surprise, he started to lecture. Though I shouldn’t have been surprised, really. That was exactly what would have happened in one of my books.
“This is real to me, babygirl. I told you I was a Daddy, but what I didn’t tell you is that I don’t play with just anyone, especially outside of a club environment. I know we are still figuring out what this means, and where it will go, and the ground rules I laid down were originally for the two-week period of being on the road, but I always say to begin as you intend to continue. And let me be clear, I intend to continue. You said you wanted this. You said the only way you could do it was for real.”
My throat felt thick. My eyes welled with tears. “Do… you not…” I fought the fight-or-flight mode that had kicked in with his words, and he must have felt my tension because he anchored me with a hand across my lower back, holding me in place.
“I do, babygirl. I do. I’m all in. My body, my mind, my heart, everything. All in. Full Daddy mode. But it occurred to me that when you said you wanted that, you might not have realized exactly what you were signing up for. So this is your last chance. I’m telling you of my intention to make you mine and treat you as such. I will take care of you, I will pleasure you like my life depends on it, I will make sure you have everything you could possibly need. I’ll make sure you’re happy, healthy and safe at all times, and I would probably kill anyone who tried to hurt you.”
I licked my lips, frozen by the raw devotion in his words and the vulnerability in his voice. He was right—I hadn’t fully comprehended what my ultimatum would mean, and maybe I’d been being just a tiny bit bratty when I’d voiced it, but oh how I wanted it.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered thickly.
“There’s a downside to all that, babygirl. It means I make rules, and I expect them to be followed. It means I require obedience, and respect. And it means I won’t hesitate to punish you if you disobey or are disrespectful. You’ve seen what my punishments are like. Can you handle that? Do you understand that having a Daddy of your own for real isn’t all rainbows and stuffies and orgasms and Disney movies?” He paused the pumping and pulled all the way out. This time, when he entered me, I was pretty sure he was using two fingers. The stretch felt odd, but the claimingness of it was something I couldn’t put into words.
“I…ah….!” He scissored his digits inside me and the twinge of pain had my brain shorting out as I got used to the sensation.
“Sometimes having a Daddy means lines, or corner time, or long, hard, bare-bottom spankings. Sometimes it means having to do things you don’t want to do, or not getting to do the things you want. I’m a very strict Daddy, Polly.”
I believed that. And if I was being truthful, I didn’t know how well I would do with strict. Panic filled my lungs. In some ways, Cas was offering me everything I’d always thought I wanted, but would I be able to handle it? What if I couldn’t deal, and I pushed him too hard? What if he decided I wasn't worth the trouble?
As if Cas could read my mind, he paused, knuckle deep in my ass. “You’re not sure you can handle strict, are you? Are you having second thoughts?” I could hear a twinge of pain in his voice, like he didn’t want the answer to be yes.
Well, tough. “Yes.” I huffed out the word in an angry puff of air. “But not because of you, or what you’re saying,” I quickly clarified, horrified when my voice broke. “I want what you’re describing… all of it. I’m just… afraid I’ll mess it up somehow.”
“Ah.” The relief in Cas’ voice was evident. “Well, babygirl, let me assure you I’m up for the challenge, and I know you well enough to know it may be one. I knew that going in. So, you can rest easy on that front. It may be difficult for you, and you may get tired of being punished or having rules to follow, but breaking them, and me having to punish you often, is not a concern for me.”
“Oh. Okay.” My whole body relaxed. I hadn’t realized how tense I’d been.
“So yes, I'm up for it. The question is, babygirl, are you? Because if we’re doing this for real, there are more rules I expect you to follow than if we were just doing this for a two-week road trip. I expect a lot from my babygirls. Are you up for it?”
I wanted to be, but it was hard to commit when I didn't know what I was committing to. My strangled grunt voiced my frustration and Cas gave a soft laugh.
“Right. Might want to know what you're saying yes to before you say it.”
“Mmmhmm.” I shifted impatiently, wanting, needing to feel him, but all he gave me was another pump of his fingers into my ass.
“Honesty. I expect you to be truthful with me at all times. Lying to Daddy is not acceptable and will be punished harshly with a bare-bottom spanking and a mouthful of soap.”
