Page 35 of Defended
Chapter 12
Sliding his fingers from her pussy, Kawan shook his head.
“What a naughty little girl,” he said in a low voice. “Did Daddy tell you that you could come?”
Melody blinked, the hazy glow of pleasure in her eyes receding with something like horror as she realized that she had come after he’d told her not to. Of course, he’d known she would. When she met his gaze, he winked at her to let her know that he wasn’t really angry. He just wanted a reason for some funishment.
Eventually he’d probably put a moratorium on orgasms without his permission, if they continued on this way, but even then it would only be so he could catch her being ‘naughty’ and punish her in a manner they’d both enjoy.
As soon as he winked at her, she perked up, the satisfied expression on her face sliding into curiosity mixed with anticipation as she realized they were still playing.
"No, Daddy, I'm sorry." She almost managed to look contrite instead of smug. "I won't do it again."
"I hope not, baby girl, but you're still going to have to be punished," he said, shaking his head. Reaching up, he tugged gently on the chain between her nipple clamps, making her squeak and squirm at the renewed sensation. "We'll get to that in a minute. In the meantime, I'm going to take your temperature. Maybe the reason you're being naughty is because you're not feeling well."
Melody's eyes rounded, picking up on his implication without any difficulty, which made him chuckle. Her reading material must be extremely interesting. "My temperature? No, Daddy, you don't need to do that, I feel fine!"
Even though she was saying the right words, there was no mistaking the excitement in her voice. It was mixed with a bit of apprehension, but she didn't appear to be anywhere near saying either of her safe words. Kawan's own anticipation spiraled higher. This scene was all about finding out more of what Melody liked and what she responded to.
So far a little bit of pain, nipple clamps, role play, and anal play were all definitely on the table. And he already knew from last week that she enjoyed spankings.
Picking up the thick glass thermometer—thicker than a regular thermometer, although much smaller in diameter than all but the smallest of the plugs—Kawan put just a drop of lubricant on the tip of it and then smeared it over the surface. It was small enough not to need much. When he looked at Melody again, she was staring at the implement, appearing to be mesmerized by his preparations.
"That's much too big to go under my tongue, Daddy," she said when she saw him looking at her. She pouted at him, and he almost laughed. "And what did you put on it? I hope it doesn't taste bad."
"Oh, it's not going in your mouth, baby girl," he said, adding a little leer as he moved back between her legs. "I can get a much more accurate reading of your temperature this way."
"Ohhh, Daddy, nooo, please!" she protested, sounding more gleeful than upset. Kawan could only shake his head, pressing his lips together to keep from smiling. He was definitely going to have to set up some kind of scene where she could work out the non-consensual fantasies sheapparentlyhad. He was looking forward to playing the big bad Daddy taking advantage of a sweet little girl.
"This will only hurt if you fight it," he said, managing to sound stern, placing one hand atop her mound to hold her in place so he could begin to insert the thermometer into the little puckered star of her anus.
* * *
The cool,slick rod pushed inside of Melody easily, making her gasp at the sensation.
It didn't hurt atall.
In fact, it felt shockingly good. Different—so different from having something enter her pussy. Fuller. More invasive. There was a bit of a sting as it slid deeper, but in a good way. The same way her nipples stung whenever Daddy tugged on the clamps.
"Oooh, Daddy..." she gasped as he twisted it inside of her, spinning it. Her bottom clenched, trying to stop the movement, which only made the sensation more intense. Tossing her head, Melody shuddered as her back arched.
Pumping it back and forth, Daddy fucked her with the thermometer, letting her feel every inch of it. His hand pressing down on her mound, holding her in position, wasn't enough to give her clit any stimulation, but it still added to the overall mix of pleasurable sensations running through her. The tool was long and rigid, not too thick, but definitely not something she could ever ignore. There was a sense of perversity about it, part of her brain felt like it was sowrongto be feeling anythingthereand that made her love it even more.
When he slid the warmed glass back out of her, Melody was left panting. She wasn't aching for another orgasm again, but she was feeling far needier than she should considering she'djusthad a major climax five minutes before. The loss of everything inside of her made her want to whimper.
"Normal temperature," Daddy said, barely glancing at it, because checking her temperature wasn't truly the point anyway. Melody wrinkled her nose at him.
"I told you I was fine," she sassed, feeling bolder than before. And maybe a little because she wanted to see what he would do.
Smack!
Daddy's hand slapped against the top of her pussy, making her shriek in surprise and pain. The sting wasn't actually terrible, but it was definitely enough to make her sit up and take notice. Well, if she could have sat up. As it was, she jerked against her restraints at the shock of it.
Her pussy tingled hotly and Melody wasn't sure if it was because the smack had hurt or because some perverse part of her wanted him to do it again.
* * *
"Don't be sassy, baby girl,"Kawan said sternly, giving Melody a look that made her bite her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed, with arousal and embarrassment."You're in enough trouble as it is. I was going to start you off with the small plug, but I think maybe the next size up will make you think twice about mouthing off."
