Page 40 of Daddy's Laws

As soon as he released her, she turned and fled up the stairs. It felt like she was watching someone else undress and carefully fold her clothes before sitting on the lid of the toilet to wait for her Daddy to come and put a plug in her bottom. It was all so strangely familiar and brand new at the same time. She was no stranger to anal play, but it had been so long since she’d indulged, and everything with Bryant felt so brand new.

After what seemed like hours, he joined her in the bathroom carrying a small enema bag and a box with a picture of a long, curved plug on the front.

“We really don’t have to do this.”

“Are you scared?”

It was an honest question, lacking any mockery or censure. “No. I just don’t wanna.”

“Well, sometimes we all have to do things we don’t want to do, princess. Go bend over the sink for me, with your legs spread nice and wide.”

Gathering her courage, she stood and positioned herself as requested, gripping the sides of the sink as he moved behind her.

“Such a good girl when you want to be, aren’t you?”

Since she didn’t have a snappy comeback for that, she settled for glaring at him in the reflection while he opened a tube of lubricant. But the glare soon faded to fascination as she watched his movements while he spread her cheeks and coated her exposed hole with the cool liquid. Watching in the mirror and feeling it happen at the same time was a level of eroticism she’d never experienced before.

And when his eyes caught her gaze in the mirror and he winked, she nearly melted into a puddle on the bathroom floor. Bryant Monroe was sex and dominance all wrapped up in a strict Daddy package. And he was all hers, at least for a little while.

“Bear down for me, baby.”

Taking a deep breath and letting it slowly out, she braced her core for the invasion of the smooth nozzle. There was a quick, sharp pinch of pain, but it slid in without trouble.

“You’re being such a good girl, princess.”

He talked her through it, soft, murmured praise coaxing her through each step of the cleansing enema. Not enough to completely distract her from the utter humiliation of it all, but enough to give her that warm glow of satisfaction that came from pleasing her Daddy.

The plug wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, either. It was thin enough to not be uncomfortable, and the curve would help keep it in place as they walked the Boardwalk.

Other than the stubborn ache between her thighs, she was barely able to tell he’d touched her at all, nonetheless shoved anything up her ass.

As if he could read her thoughts, Bryant ran a hand over the curve of her bottom, giving it a gentle pat. His fingertips brushed the edges of her pussy lips and she nearly whimpered. “How do you feel, princess?”

“Okay, I think.” Physically, anyway. Other than the desire to rip his clothes off and beg him to fuck her every which way to Sunday, she was fine. Emotionally, she was a bit overwhelmed, but she wasn’t ready to admit that to him.

His reflection gave her an approving smile. “Stand up for me.”

Pushing off the counter, she stood and faced him, letting him see all her charms on full display. “Yes, Daddy?”

The slight raise of his eyebrow was the only indication he was at all affected by the sight of her. “Are you in any pain?”

Tentatively, she took a few steps, but there was nothing more than a mild discomfort. “No, I’m good.” Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she dipped her head and looked up at him through her lashes. “Except one little thing.”

“What’s that, baby?”

Stepping forward, she leaned into him, pressing her naked body against his clothed one. “I want you. Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Hmmm.” His hand trailed down her torso, over the taut skin of her stomach to slide between her soaked pussy lips. “So wet for Daddy.”

Her mind went blank at the wave of pleasure his touch brought. Clinging to his broad shoulders, she rolled her hips, desperate for more.

And more he gave her, pinching and tweaking that sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers, expertly winding her tighter and tighter until she felt like a string about to snap.

When she was a breath away from that burgeoning pleasure—he stopped.

Lifting his fingers to her mouth, he nudged her lips open. “You can have your reward if you’re a good girl for Daddy the rest of the day. And you can start by cleaning Daddy’s fingers.”

Humiliated, enraged, and hornier than she’d ever been in her life, she reluctantly allowed his fingers into her mouth. Their eyes locked and she licked and sucked every drop of arousal from his skin.

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