His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (18 page)

As he watched the water flow through the transparent tube, and it didn’t take long for her to begin moaning into her arms. He swore his cock was going to cut its way out of his pants. He was in such pain from watching her cute bum in the air, accepting his punishment and clenching the hard, plastic nozzle.

“Now, we’ll talk. Your father will enjoy this club, and you’ll call him when we’re done, convincing him to come with Sunni. Besides, it’s time for him to come out and visit you here, instead of the other way around. I’m sure he’d love a vacation away from Wyoming once in a while.”

“Oh, Daddy!” She pulled her hips forward a bit, reacting to the insertion.

Dylan gripped the hose tightly, keeping it steady. “Uh uh, you’ll drip. Is that what you want to happen?” He eased the tube out, wrapping it into the bath towel to her side.

“N-no. But it hurts.” She panted a few breaths. “The cramps.”

He reached around, rubbing her lower belly, helping to ease some of the discomfort. “You can do this, baby. There’s nothing left in you at this point, this is just water. You got this.” Dylan turned the spigot again, letting more cold water rush into her. When it neared the end of the bottle, he shut it off, patting her hip. “You’ll be all set now, girl. Just hold this for five minutes and you’ll be done.”

“I can’t do that!”

“You will. I’m watching you. If it becomes an issue, I’ll reassess my time. Until then, you will handle this gracefully, I have no doubt.”

“Pfft!” With her head turned, he had no problem seeing the eye roll that accompanied the sound.

He slapped the outside of each thigh. “Attitude, Sassy. My god, you are the most strong-willed woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He shook his head. “Your poor father. We need to talk when I see him again.”

He knew that wasn’t something she even wanted to contemplate, but he needed a heart-to-heart with the man to find out what techniques he thought worked best with his daughter. She was a hard nut to crack.

He grabbed the towel draped over her stretched panties, dabbing it on her bottom, focusing a corner of it onto her anus. “Keep a tight hold on this. You shouldn’t have a problem keeping it from dribbling, but this is what the towel is for on your panties.”

She moaned again, obviously having a towel to catch the excess from her bowels was more than she wanted to think about.

“Are you aroused by all this attention, Sassy?”

She didn’t answer, probably thinking it was a rhetorical question.

“Brittney Leigh, what is the rule about questions?” He pinched her red left buttock.

“Ow!” She moved to avoid his hand, but the movement must have made her cramp. “Oh, no!” She paused, taking in a deep breath before answering, “I’m supposed to respond to all questions.”

“Answer then.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m aroused.”

“Good girl.” He slid his finger into her sex, her drenched, dripping sex. “You weren’t lying. Holy shit.” Dylan pushed his finger further into her, pumping her sex while the other hand manipulated her clit. Having no doubt that the fullness of her bowels increased the arousal, an orgasm now would be similar to one with a full bladder — intense and earth-shattering. He continued to pump her, increasing the pace and strength of his pounding until her thighs started shaking.

“Daddy, what if I can’t... do this?”

“Let go, baby. Just go with it.” He eased the worry in her mind by pressing his thumb against the tight back whorl, easing the tip in just slightly, knowing that when she came, her anus would open, leaving her vulnerable to losing control of the water inside her. Just the very act of entering her pucker had her hips jerking, her orgasm overtaking her. She rose up onto her hands and threw her head back, growling deep in her throat, her neck and face flushing a deep pink with her climax. Her breasts wobbled and jostled with every quake, the pebbled nipples hard and irresistible. He stopped paying attention to her clitoris, pinching one of the steel tips between his thumb and forefinger, working it so intensely that she groaned with yet another release.

“Oh, God. I... is it... oh, God! Oh, God!”

She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, and he loved watching her fall apart, sensation seeming to overwhelm her. And Dylan knew that if he didn’t free his cock soon, he’d be looking at the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had.

“Sassy, I’m going to pull my thumb out of your little asshole. Hold this water in for me, and I’ll help you get to the bathroom. You did it, baby. It’s been seven minutes.”

One he’d extricated himself from her, he eased her off the bed and into the bathroom, as promised. “This time, call me to help you from the toilet.” He wagged his finger at her in warning.

Chapter 15

S
assy couldn’t believe that she had not just one orgasm but two while holding an enema. What the hell kind of freak was she? Didn’t most people hate enemas? Fuck, she thought
she
hated them too. No one could have convinced her that she’d find this arousing. At all. Ever.

Even now, she sat with her clit still throbbing, her feelings and sensations a confused mess. She didn’t want to upset her Daddy anymore that day, but she couldn’t bear to go through another enema or punishment. She just couldn’t.

“Daddy? I’m ready.” She patiently waited, finding it much easier to do so this time. He’d been right. It
was
just water, and while the cramping hadn’t seemed any less intense, the rest of the process thankfully had been.

“There’s my girl. How are you, baby?” He walked in as naked as the day he’d been born, his very erect and very hard cock bobbing as he moved. He smiled, helping her off the toilet, guiding her to the sink to wash her hands. He wiped her face with a cool cloth, refreshing her again.

Once back in the bedroom, he bent her over the bed, her heart leaping into her throat.

Oh, dear God, am I in trouble again?

She must have looked afraid, for he stroked her back. “No baby. You’re not in trouble, but I swear if I don’t get some relief, I think my cock is going to split in two.”

Sassy loved seeing Daddy like this, a little out of control, sexually aroused, and needy. She smirked at him, trying to roll over onto her back, urging him climb on top of her.

“Nuh uh. Not tonight. No kissing, no sweetness. I want it rough and hard. Your little asshole has been winking at me most of the morning. I’ve watched your puckered hole milk and suck on that nozzle, making me wish it was my cock instead. I’ve been smelling your musky arousal, watching your juices drip from your hot little cunt. So now — now that I have you clean and ready — I’m fucking your ass. And fucking it hard, girl.”

He flipped her onto her belly. The tube of lube snapping open was followed by the sticky sound of his hand coating his cock. Then his hot, hard penis pressed against her anus. He pushed insistently until the head popped in, Dylan sliding a hand under her, finding her clit with no difficulty, circling and teasing the bundle of nerves. She jammed her still sore bottom onto his cock, opening to receive him. He slid in quickly, the preparation of her channel earlier in the day easing his passage.

Dylan groaned when he pushed to the hilt, the force of the impact and the fullness making her grunt. She loved the feel of a cock, the ridges rubbing and sliding inside her, her juices letting down, the jerk and twitch of the firm, unyielding rod. She loved feeling it pound inside her, prodding, bouncing, the force expelling the air from her lungs. In that position, her clit rubbed on the cotton comforter, her mound rubbing on the hard edge.

“Oh, God, Brittney!”

His voice was strained, strangled, words uttered through gritted teeth. His groin slapped against her ass, her arousal climbing higher, the muscles in her stomach constricting with her release.

“I’m coming!” he shouted, straining and stilling inside her, his hot seed filling her. She pressed against the mattress, screaming with her own climax.

They both collapsed on the bed then, exhausted.

And it wasn’t even noon.

Chapter 16

I
t was three in the afternoon, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept until that late into the day. But having two enemas, a spanking, and anal did that to a person. It felt like the lower half of her body had been through a war. She’d definitely been well-used.

She rolled over onto her belly, reaching for Daddy, only to find his spot empty for the second time that day. Brittney sat up, ready to leave the bed, when he entered, her cell phone in hand.

“Here. Call your father.”

She swallowed loudly, dreading how uncomfortable the conversation was likely to be.

“Hi, Daddy.” She looked over at Dylan. At times like this, their dynamic struck her as odd. She never envisioned being in a relationship where she called her boyfriend
Daddy
, but on most days, Brittney wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Still, there were fleeting moments like this where she questioned why she had chosen such a dynamic.

She had a good relationship with her father — healthy, stable, and normal. Cade had always been affectionate, holding and cuddling her, affirming her and building her up. He’d also been a strict disciplinarian, taking the lead role in her punishments and groundings. Some had a theory that the people who loved age play and wanted a Daddy Dom were people who’d lacked a father as a child or in their formative years. But she was proof that not all theories were accurate. To this day, she looked forward to seeing her dad, wanting his approval for whatever she did. Hearing “good girl” from him meant more than any praise from a professor or employer. And she felt the same way with Dylan.

“How are you, Britt?”

“I’m doing good. That’s why I’m calling. Dylan and I were talking... and there’s a club out here called ...The Playpen. We were thinking that instead of us coming out to Wyoming for vacation, why don’t you and Sunni come out here, and we can visit The Playpen while you’re here?”

“Is there a reason you don’t want to come to Wyoming? Is there something wrong?” Concern tinged his tone. Always protective.

“No, Dad. I love coming home. You know that. But really, you haven’t been to Los Angeles in ages, and you’ve never seen our apartment. And we’d like to bring you to this club.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Cade paused. “So, why is this club different from others? I’m kinda done with clubs and bars. I mean, I’ll go if you and Sunni want to, but don’t do it for me.”

“Well, you might really like this one. It’s a... this place does—”

Dylan grabbed her cell phone from her hand. “Let me talk to him. Hi Cade, how are you?”

“I’m good, Dylan. What’s up with my girl? She seems confused. Is something going on?” Brittney smiled at Dylan, shaking her head. When it came to his family, Cade questioned every change in emotion or tone of voice.

“No, she’s okay, Sir. She feels a little uncomfortable telling you about The Playpen, so I’ll do it for her. It is easier. It’s a club for Daddies, well, and Mommies, and their Littles. There are different types of couples, and some are deeply into age play, while others are like us. We had a magnificent time, and it gave us an opportunity to play and do things we wouldn’t be able to do at home. I just thought of you two.” Her Daddy held her hand, squeezing it gently as he winked at her. “And we’d love to have you come out here for a change. We can get you a hotel and go to different places to eat. Up to you guys, of course, but we really would like to have you.”

“I didn’t even know they had clubs for Daddy Doms. Shit. That’d be awesome.” Cade paused. “So, is my daughter worried about seeing me in that setting? She knows we do this, just like you two do.”

“I know. We just had a discussion about that. She had one of her little fits about it, but I think she’s better now. You want to talk to her again?”

“I do, son. Thank you. We’ll be there for the Fourth of July then. I ‘m looking forward to it.”

Dylan handed the phone over to Brittney.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Baby, tell me why you’re worried.” Her father’s voice had softened, barely a whisper, and as always, it made her eyes tear up.

“I just... I don’t want it to be weird. I mean, if I like something in the nursery — and they have a nursery there, Dad — I don’t wish to worry that you’ll be there or see. You know?” She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks.

“Britt, I understand that. I’d feel the same about you. Let’s make a pact. You won’t watch Sunni and me in a scene, and we won’t watch you and Dylan. Does this make it better, sweetie?”

“Yes. Deal.” She exhaled loudly. “I do feel better. It’s a really neat place. You’ll like it. We had so much fun last night meeting new people and looking around. There’s something for everyone.”

“I have no doubt, pumpkin. We’ll do some sightseeing and go to dinner, so start planning where you want to eat while we’re there. You know what both Sunni and I like. I’ll call you two with our flights and hotel reservations once I get them figured out.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She pressed the button on her phone, ending the call. She smiled weakly at Daddy, feeling foolish about her reaction earlier. “That went easier than I thought.”