Page 19 of Daddy's Little Patient

Daddies who were ready to walk away didn’t bother doing things like this when their babygirls threw a fit in the corner.Despite the hurt, the knots that had been twisting so sickly in her tummy relaxed their grip on her.

“Why is Daddy doing this?” he asked, gripping the base of the plug and thrusting with it, the way his cock would thrust, forcing her little bottom hole to take its relentless ownership of her over and over.

She arched onto her tiptoes again, panting. “B-because I was… bad.”

“No,” he said firmly. “Daddy doesn’t have a bad babygirl. He sometimes has a naughty one, but you weren’t even that. You were frustrated because you hate asking for help, and there’s a difference. Daddy is doing this because Daddy loves his Kelly girl, and I always will.”

She gasped, losing the breath inside her when he pushed the plug all the way in. What little discomfort there had been was gone before she could refill her lungs. She just stood there, wondering how to believe that, while he walked back to his bag and doused his fingers in more peppermint lube.

“No, no, no!” She squirmed, already knowing what he was going to do as he came back to her.

“Yes,” he said, his breath warm against her ear. “Daddy loves his babygirl. I wish I’d said that to you before now. I thought it might scare you, but I see now, I should have been saying this to you all along. Daddy loves you. Say it. Right now, say it.”

“Daddy loves me,” she blurted as he wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly back against him as he hooked his hand up under the hem of her nightshirt.

“Again.”

“Daddy loves me!” His fingers slipped through her folds, and she gasped, throwing her head back against his hard shoulder as he smeared the cold, tingling, and all too quickly burning lubricant all over her pussy and clit. “Daddy, oh my God!”

Peppermint oil wasn’t for casual play. Against such sensitive flesh, the fire became unbearable, but this wasn’t the first time she’d felt its merciless kiss. She gasped and shouted, writhing in his arm while his other hand coaxed the bonfire inside her into brighter flames. Her pussy wept fire down the insides of her thighs, and there was no relief.

“Why is Daddy’s girl getting her bottom plugged and the hot pepper oil put on her sexy little clitty?” he asked again.

She couldn’t get her legs open wide enough to cool the fire. “Because I was naughty and said bad things.”

“Nothing you said while you’re hurting like this is going to be held against you,” he censured, stroking the fire hotter and hotter through her burning folds. “And the only naughty thing you did was not tell me you were in the hospital for four days. Yes, we are going to talk about that, but not right now. Fair warning, though, Daddy intends to use the cane, which is why we’re not going to have that particular conversation until after your arms are healed.”

She hated the cane. She sniffled, tears automatically stinging her eyes. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“That’s not your choice. Daddies get to worry about their babygirls. Babygirls do not need to worry about their Daddies.”

“I know.” She sucked air, bouncing in place as he stroked the fire to agonizing proportion. The candy scent of peppermint filled the air, as did her whimpering cries. It grew in strength, along with the heat until she was writhing in his hugging embrace. She couldn’t hold still, no matter how hard she tried. Every breath was a gasp, a moan, a whimpering, mewling cry, and within seconds, she’d spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Not to grant him better access, but because the burning was so unbearable, she could no longer stand to be touched.

“This is happening,” he purred in her ear, “because you need to be treated like a bad girl. Isn’t that right?”

Whimpering, she shook her head, then nodded.

“Yes, I know you do.” He switched his grip from her clit to the butt plug again. He fucked her with fire, his deliberately slow thrusts quickly making her push out her hips in wanton need for more. “You need to feel your naughty pussy burning and have your bottom fucked. Isn’tthatright?”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she shouted, bouncing on her tiptoes. It burned… it burned… it burned so goddamn good!

“What happens when we let our unfounded fears run wild?”

Wallowing in fire, she began to cry. Everything she was, was burning for him—her pussy, her ass, her quivering thighs as her legs shook with the rawness of both pain and need. “It… it makes me a basket case, Daddy.”

“Fortunately for you, Daddy knows how to handle that, doesn’t he?”

God, she sure hoped so.

Chapter Seven

Don’t touch, don’t touch! Kelly told herself, over and over as he took her by the hand and led her to the sofa. Dropping his playbag on one end of the couch and taking up his position in the middle, he sat, immediately gesturing for her to go over his waiting lap. The smell of peppermint stung her nose and eyes, making it easier for the tears to gather and fall. And oh, the burn!

Kelly whimpered as she gingerly lowered herself across Cole's lap, careful not to put pressure on her casts. The throb between her legs made her squirm and gasp as her sensitive flesh made contact with his jeans.

"That's my good girl," Cole praised, resting his hand on her upturned bottom. "Now, let's talk about why we're here."

"B-because I was impatient and mad," Kelly sniffled, wiggling her hips. “And naughty.”

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