My pulse thrummed in my throat. “Please, Sir–”
He snapped on a glove and ran his hand up my spine.
“Daddy.” Sam corrected as he opened the tiny silver packet of lubricant. “You have your safeword and your colors. But if you stay like this then you’re telling me everything I need to know.”
I didn’t move. Didn’t argue. Didn’t even pretend to resist. Because I was tired of doubting. So tired of running. I knew the back and forth wasn’t helping us. I knew we were supposed to be together but my crippling doubts made it so hard for me to trust. I wanted to surrender more than I wanted my next breath. But my defenses were high as usual. “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good girl,” he praised while lowering my jeans and panties to my thighs.
“I’ve thought about you doing this…” Heat flamed my face as I confessed.
“Have you?”
He sounded amused, as if he’d already known. Of course he did. Sam clocked my needs, kinks, wants as easily as if I’d written them on paper. An icy gel rubbed around my long neglected back-hole and I clenched as the tip of his finger pressed inside me. “There’s something incredibly arousing about the way you touch me.”
“Tell me all about it, babygirl. Do you like your pretty pucker touched? Or do you like the idea of me taking care of you?”
Sam slowly inserted the glass thermometer inside bit by bit until his hand rested on my ass. The thermometer wasn’t thick or long but the way it nudged nerves that hadn’t been stroked in ages had me moaning. “Yes, Daddy… the way you take care of me and make the choice for me. Because you know I’ll let you.”
“Ah, I wasn’t sure if you’d let me. That’s such a big realization to have from a tiny bit of medical kink, sweetheart. Perhaps I should do this more often.” He twirled the rod once.
“What? No way. That’s not what I’m saying at all!” I whipped my head over my shoulder. “You aren’t listening. Maybe someone should check out your ears.”
Sam cracked the palm of his free hand against my sit spots.
“Ow! Ow! Quit it!”
“Watch your tone, little wildflower.”
“You better not do this all the time!” I raised up and down on my toes as if I could knock his hand loose from my lower half.
“Since you can’t keep still, Daddy can’t get an accurate reading.” Sam tugged the thermometer out with a soft pop.
My moment of victory was short lived when the sound of leather being pulled through loops reached my ears. “I’ll stay still, Daddy.”
“After I’m through with you, I’m sure you will. Now I’m going to remind you not to be disrespectful or raise your voice at me.”
“But–”
“Hush, Mickie. When your naughty little ass is red hot and wearing a few stripes, we’ll check your temperature again.”
Shit.I should have been quiet. Should have been more compliant. But my go-to defense mechanism was brat first.Hard. At least I was consistent. The first strike landed on my sensitive upper thighs. I yelped, but stayed in one place. The next two were in the same location and the burn was immediate. “Ouch! Please, Daddy!”
“Stay still.”
Sam landed one more with the belt. He had way too much precision with it. I wondered if I should consider buying a cushion to carry around with me, so that I’d be semi-comfortable on hard chairs.
“I’m sorry for questioning you, Daddy.”
“You’re forgiven, babygirl.”
Sam kneaded his fingers into each one of my bottom cheeks. It wasn’t pleasant but it didn’t hurt as bad as the leather strap. He returned the implement to his waist and snapped on a new pair of gloves. Regardless of what sort of things were running through my head, I needed to relax. His gloved hand spread my cheeks revealing my naughty hole to his gaze. This time the thermometer slid home without the benefit of a slow warning. I moaned as the glass rod tickled my nerves as if we didn’t both know that I enjoyed it.
“I’m reallyverysorry, Daddy.”
“I already forgave you. What else are you apologizing for?” He prompted holding the instrument deep inside me.
“I was listing excuses. All these reasons in my head and a few out loud about why I can’t assist you. I wasn’t going to stay but there isn’t a solid reason why I can’t take the time. Other than overthinking like I tend to do.”
