Some wives need patience when they are stressed at work, but Olivia Monroe isn’t one of them. What she needs is for her husband to remind her why she calls him daddy, even when that means being sent to bed well-used and sore with her bottom still bearing the marks of his belt and cane.
James Monroe is the kind of husband who gives his wife what she needs, no matter how much she might fuss and argue and plead and beg as her cute little behind is punished inside and out. But can he keep his little girl safe when a crazed killer starts targeting local businesswomen?
Author: Stella Moore
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 61,700 words
“You’re so beautiful. My little Livvy. You’re going to look even more beautiful with this plug in your red, striped bottom while I fuck you.”
She jerked when the cold liquid squirted between her cheeks, but she quickly settled. Fighting just made it worse, and delayed their pleasure. A single finger pressed against her bottom hole, and she had to remind herself to relax. James pushed in right past the initial resistance without giving her time to adjust. Olivia squealed, but didn’t move away from the intrusion.
He fucked her bottom with his finger, coating her with the lubricant, before pushing a second finger inside. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden, sharp pain, but it quickly faded into discomfort. Skilled, sure fingers worked her bottom hole, stretching her and loosening her up. When he pulled his fingers from her bottom, she had a brief moment to miss the feeling of being so full, but only a moment before the cool metal of the plug pressed against her hole.
“Breathe out, Livvy.”
She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, relaxing as much as she could while he worked the plug into her bottom. It burned and stretched, and already she could feel tears stinging her eyes.
“Hnnh!” She tried to protest, but the steel ring prevented her from speaking.
“Almost there, little one.” He pushed the plug in a little further and she shuddered when the fullest part of it pushed past that tight ring of muscle. But then it was in, fully seated, and she sighed with relief. Getting the thing in was always worse than just having it in, and tonight was no different. The sharp pain was gone, and she was left with little more than some mild discomfort and the strange, full feeling that always came with being plugged. Moments later she heard the water running in the bathroom, and then he was beside her again.
“Daddy is so proud of you for taking your plug like a good girl. But it seems a certain naughty girl left her clothes all over the floor. Are we supposed to make messes with our clothes, little one?”
The question sent her already pounding heart into overdrive. She hesitated only a moment before shaking her head.
“Clothes go in the laundry when you take them off, Olivia Jane. You know better, little girl. I think a dozen with the strap should get my point across nicely.”
She braced for the blow, and still it took her breath away. When the first burning stroke fell, she instinctively squeezed her bottom cheeks together, a move she immediately regretted when she was reminded of the large item lodged firmly inside her ass.
He delivered each of the twelve with slow, measured precision. By the time he finished, she was a shaking, whimpering mess, and her bottom burned like he’d lit a fire across her skin.
And her pussy, soaked with her own juices, throbbed with every beat of her heart.
“Are you going to be a good girl and put your clothes where they belong?”
A silent nod replaced her usual, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Present your bottom for me, Livvy. I want to put some lines on it.”