With that, he worked a second finger inside of her, coating her inner walls with the lubricant while scissoring his fingers to relax the muscles.
All too soon, he removed his fingers. But before she could protest their absence, something cold and hard began working its way past the outer ring of muscle. There was more of a pinch and a sting than there had been with the last plug, or even with his fingers, and she whimpered at the flash of pain.
“I know, baby. It’s almost there.”
“Hurts.”
As soon as the protest left her lips, the fullest part of the plug slid home, and she felt her bottom tighten around the narrow base of the plug. The pain faded, leaving her with an uncomfortably full feeling.
“There we go. How does that feel?”
“Like I have something shoved up my ass.”
The quick, sharp sting of his hand connecting with said ass caused her to clench instinctively. Her muscles spasmed around the plug, sending a flash of pain and pleasure through her core.
“Language, princess.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Good girl. Stay here and I’ll be right back.”
After shifting her so she was draped over the edge of the bed instead of his knee, he disappeared and returned a few minutes later with a damp washcloth. After wiping away the remnants of the lubricant, he helped her stand.
“You can finish getting ready now. But remember, no panties.”
Oh, Lord. She’d forgotten that particular decree. “But, what if it… you know. Comes loose?”
“We won’t be doing much walking, princess. If it does feel loose, excuse yourself to the bathroom and fix it.”
Just the thought of performing such an intimate act in a public bathroom made her wish the floor would just open up and swallow her whole. And yet, the potential humiliation of it centered her. She would endure it if necessary, because her Daddy demanded it of her. And, at least for tonight, the only thing she had to focus on was pleasing her Daddy.
For the first time, she felt as though she truly understood the freedom submission could bring. All the books she’d read, every fawning discussion she’d had with other submissives, even her own experiences with other Doms had never fully prepared her for the reality.
Lifting her gaze to his, she realized he was waiting on a response. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His lips curved in a satisfied smile. “Finish getting dressed. I have reservations for us at six.”
CHAPTER18
They made their reservation with five minutes to spare, which saved her from the paddling he’d promised her if they were even one minute late.
Not that she really needed the threat of a spanking to help her behave. Every step she took reminded her of the plug firmly nestled between her bottom cheeks. And when she sat, not even the plush cushions of the upscale restaurant he’d chosen could protect her from feeling the slightest pinch whenever she shifted in her seat.
As a result, every nerve in her body felt like it was on high alert. Especially the ones between her thighs, which were firing off at an alarming rate.
“Stop squirming, princess.”
Glancing up from her menu, she narrowed her eyes at her tormentor. “If you didn’t want me to squirm, you wouldn’t have used such a big plug.”
His wide, cat-who-just-ate-the-canary grin confirmed her suspicions. “Very true. Doesn’t mean I can’t give you a hard time about it. Have you decided on what you want for dinner?”
“Right now, I’d settle for your head on a platter,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze back down to the menu in her hands. Despite staring at it for the past ten minutes straight, she still had no idea what was actually on it.
“I don’t think they serve that here, but I hear the lobster macaroni and cheese is incredible.”
She was going to kill him. As soon as they got back to the house and he fucked her properly, she was going to wrap his belt around his neck and murder him.
Just as she was considering the ramifications of excusing herself to the bathroom to yank the damn plug out on her own, their charming waiter popped up to take their orders. She ordered the mac and cheese, deliberately ignoring Bryant’s smug smile as she did so.