Page 30 of It'll Be Fun
It was close to eight p.m. by the time June and Mark got out of there that night and were headed home to Sarasota in his truck. They’d have to do the paperwork transfer on the car next week, but for now it was still registered and insured to them, meaning it was drivable.
Mark rested his right hand on her thigh while he drove. “So what kind of car are you thinking about?”
Oh, right, that delicious image was still bubbling in her mind, his earlier promise. “An SUV, probably. I think I’m over cars now, Daddy.” She rested her hand on his and curled her fingers around it.
“No arguments from me, baby.”
When they returned home, they headed straight for their bedroom to take a shower. With that finished, she could tell Scrye was back in the house, Mark the dad tucked safely away, for now.
He sat on the bed. When he pointed at the floor, she slid to her knees. “Say it.”
She smiled. “I belong to Sir, mind, body, heart, soul, cunt, and ass. I serve Sir at His wishes, at His whim, whenever and wherever He demands. Everything I have and am belongs to Sir, to give to Him when He demands.”
“Such a good girl for Daddy.” He crooked a finger at her and she climbed into his lap, straddling him, loving that his cock was hard for her. Her big bear of a man, a broad and brawny six-four to her five-two gymnast frame.
She draped her arms around his neck. “Can we please do rope tonight, Daddy?”
He smiled. “Oh we are soooo doing rope tonight, baby.” He kissed her, his neatly trimmed beard and mustache soft against her cheeks. “Daddy’s going to tie you up into a pretzel and fuck you until you beg to come.”
June rose a little to wiggle her pussy against his cock. “Can I start the begging now?”
He laughed. “Someone’s a horny little slut for Daddy tonight.”
“Yes, Sir, I am.”
He smacked her ass. “Then get up so I can get my rope bags.”
She climbed off him and he went and dug the bag out of the spare bedroom that was now their playroom, complete with their own pole for her pole-dancing.
Thatshe could explain away, because she now taught classes in it at the yoga and gymnastics studio she helped her older sister May run.
Everyone knew it, too.
What wouldn’t be as explainable would be the folding spanking bench that was in there, and the bag of implements, like paddles, riding crops, and floggers.
They’d gone to extreme lengths while the girls were growing up to never expose them to their kinky pursuits. Their daughters knew they had a dynamic where Mark was in charge, and June was happiest with it that way, but they’d also taught their daughters that it didn’t meantheyhad to have that kind of dynamic, or that their dynamic was the only way to have a relationship or marriage.
Of course, now thatFifty Shadeswas a phenomenon, the girls had probably figured out a few things on their own about their parents’ relationship.
But if they had, they hadn’t mentioned it to June.
Thankfully.
While she’d always been honest and open with her daughters, and while she’d touched on kink as a valid choice, and that there was nothing wrong with it, she’d deliberately left out the part that she enjoyed it when Mark tied her up and spanked her. If they ever outright asked her about it, she wouldn’t lie.
She was just hoping that particular question never came up with either daughter.
Mark returned with the rope bag. Within twenty minutes, he had her trussed in a tie that left her thighs spread wide and her unable to squirm free. Around her chest, her breasts were pushed out and he leaned in, sucking first one nipple, then the other.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said with an evil smile.
She loved this about him, this side of him. She totally trusted him, knew how safety conscious he was, so she had little to worry about except lying there and enjoying—or enduring, or enjoyingandenduring—whatever he was about to dish out.
He settled between her thighs. “First, I want to make sure someone gets her fair share of joy tonight.”
She moaned as she felt his beard and mustache between her thighs, and the way his warm, sweet tongue swept up her pussy, circled her clit, and traveled down again to dip inside her cunt and taste her. Over and over, back and forth, easily making her come once, twice—and then she lost count as each wave sort of started rolling together into one big ball of pleasure.
He reached up and pinched her nipples as he did, adding spice to the sweet ecstasy turning her into a compliant lump of need and nerve endings.
