I pursed my lips. "Daddy..." I whispered. "I already did. And I don't see how this would have helped."
"Not that hole, little girl," he said, and it took a moment for me to figure that out.
Then when I did, I shrank back, one hand going involuntarily to my ass. "No way."
"You think you can say no?"
"It's not that, it's..." My stomach flipped over in a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "You'll never fit!"
"I will. Because you'll use this. And then when you're comfortable with it, we'll get you a bigger one, and a bigger one, until we're both sure you're ready. Believe me when I tell you, my dick is going in your ass. This is playtime and prep, but it will happen."
I licked my lips. I absolutely loved it.
A grin spread across my face and I snatched at the little thing in his hands, ready to try it right away. But he pulled it out of my reach before I could get it. I pouted, but he shook his head.
"There's a right way to do this and a wrong way, baby girl. I'm going to show you the right way." He reached down and picked something else up from the bedside drawer, and I saw it was a bottle of something. "And by the way, I'm proud of you."
I narrowed my eyes. "Proud of me?"
"You called me Daddy, without any prompting."
I tried to remember, then shook my head. He just smiled.
"That's because it feels right, baby. You know this is who we are to each other. Now, bend over, take hold of your ass and spread yourself for me. This first time is going to feel a little strange, but you'll soon get used to it. More than used to it, you’re gonna learn to cum harder than ever I bet. I can’t wait to hear it. Feel it."
I did as he said, getting up on knees and elbows on the bed, and bending forward. I reached back and spread myself, then closed my eyes as I waited for what was to come. When the plug touched my ass, I bit back a moan. It felt cold and strange, but it slid deep inside me without any pain, and the weird pressure was exciting.
“Lots of lube until you’re trained, baby. I’ll never harm you.”
And when it was done, I sat up, and felt the way it sat inside me, pressing against my insides.
"I love you, Kat," he said suddenly, his jaw set and the backs of his fingers brushing under my chin.
I met his eyes, and I no longer wondered if I'd heard him correctly. Instead, threw myself into his lap. "I love you too."
Epilogue
“You sign right here, Mrs. McKenna.” The attorney hands me the thick black pen, pointing at the blank line on the last page of the tall stack of papers. “Once you sign, the deal is done and all the clubs will belong to the new owner.”
Jesse’s fingers rub in a slow circle between my shoulder blades, soothing me, as the air conditioning hums from the ceiling in the monstrous conference room at the top of the building belonging to Wilson, Barrington & Miller, Attorneys at Law.
“Ready for our new life, baby?” Jesse’s thick voice whispers against my ear. “It’s all up to you right now.”
The pen feels heavy as the tip connects to the paper and I loop-d-loop it around with my signature.
Katrina McKenna. God, it still feels so good to share his last name.
“Done.” Jesse plants a warm kiss on my forehead, then stands for a round of handshakes and rushed goodbyes, before pulling me by the hand and grabbing a package of paperwork from a clerk on our way out the door.
“You’re a millionaire, baby, how does it feel?”
I smile, because sure, it feels good, but what feels better is that we did this together. And we have plans on doing more things together, things for which we’ll need money.
Like a rehab clinic named after my brother. One that might help prevent someone else’s family being ripped apart by a drunk driver.
And birthing this baby that’s growing in my belly, making me have to pee every ten seconds.
Jesse hoists my rotund body into the passenger seat of the car. He bought it for my birthday last week, but he won’t let me drive.
