Once we gotin my truck and out onto the main road, she started to cry. I didn’t blame her with the adrenaline wearing off. That had been a lot. Getting validation that her father was the biggest asshole ever. Confirming her brother was shallow as fuck. That they never cared about her.
It was a lot. I was pissed. Wanted to kill him for making my wife cry.
I wondered on the drive home, if I could get my brothers together and kill the fucker. That would be for later, when he got out on bail, because he would, not now.
I got us home, got Cassidy inside and kissed her. Got her to stop crying. But she was still distracted. This was going to linger for a while. Hurt. Hell, mess with her.
It was my job, though, to help her through it.
So I got her pants off, bent over my desk in my home office and spanked her. “Enough thinking about your father. He’s out of your life. Never was in it, in fact. You don’t need him. You’ve got my family and I’ve got a huge one. Ma and Pops love you.”
As I spoke, I kept lighting up her ass. Not too hard, because this wasn’t punishment.
“I love you,” I vowed.
“Hayes!” she cried. “But–
I spanked her again.
“You don’t need that ranch or that money. You have me and it’s my job to take care of you.”
“But–” she tried again.
“Princess.”
“I’m trying! I just can’t stop thinking about it.”
“A spanking’s not enough then.” I pulled open my desk drawer. “Okay. Then we’ll try this.”
I held up the butt plug I’d ordered online and had delivered the other day. I’d stuck it in my desk for when I thought she might be ready for a little ass play. I just hadn’t expected it to be today.
She sniffed. “Is that… are you–”
“Gonna put this in your ass?” I smiled. “Yes.”
She stood up, bare from the waist down. “Hayes, I–”
“Wanna say your safeword?” I asked, grabbing the accompanying lube.
She eyed both items, her face splotchy and tear- stained from crying. But her tears had stopped and she sure as hell wasn’t thinking about her father or her inheritance.
All she thought of now was me, this plug and what I was going to do with it.
She shook her head.
I knew she’d be into this. My filthy girl loved everything we did. I’d taken her virgin pussy. Taken her virgin mouth. Someday, I’d take her virgin ass, too. Today, we’d play and get her to love it.
“Then bend back over my desk.”
She complied, but slowly. I wanted to smirk, but fought it.
“Tip your ass up.”
She whimpered and rolled her hips as ordered.
I moved to stand behind her, gently toed her feet wider with my boot. “Reach back, princess, and part those cheeks for me. Show your husband where he’s gonna put this plug.”
“Hayes,” she whined, but she squirmed. Her ass was hot pink, her pussy was a similar shade and soaked. So were her thighs.
