“If you’re in it, it’sours.Here or there. Last chance to choose.” There. I hadn’t gotten into an explanation or tried to put any sort of spin on it. Though regardless of what she said or how she acted, it was ours since the first time she slept in it. Ours since the first time I’d made love to her after the wedding. Ours since she’d woken up in my arms almost every day since she came home.
“You aren’t very clever. I don’t think you’d even be able to do anything on this counter,” she said sassing hard.
“I thought we adjusted your attitude. Guess I’ll have to try something else. Stay right there.”
Chapter Eleven
Mikayla
Bent over naked, and on display in Sam’s kitchen, had my thoughts wandering to very dirty places. I’d sassed pretty hard, but only because we were getting closer to the time that I was due to return to the city. He saw me pulling back emotionally if nothing else. Because leaving him here after everything we’d shared hurt more than I cared to admit out loud. I thought nothing could sting more than his rejection all those years ago, but I was wrong. The reality of going home after having the most wonderful time spent with him was worse. Knowing he loved me, and wanted me, and then finally being in a relationship after all these years…
“Well, look who decided to listen?”
He entered the kitchen holding something in his hands that I couldn’t see. Was it a paddle? A plug? Either option would drill the lesson home. I was his. And he’d remind me of that every chance he got.
“I suppose so, Daddy. Whatcha got there?”
“This?” He held up a medium-sized buttplug. “This is going to help adjust that attitude you keep tossing at me.”
I groaned as Sam clicked open the bottle of lube and generously coated the toy. It wasn’t that big, but it was thick and I’d feel every movement with it inside me. “Yes, Sir.”
“Bear down, beautiful.”
I obeyed as he deftly inserted the plug, pausing to let me get accustomed to the size before pushing it deeper. It didn’t hurt, but it did stretch me. “Attitude adjusted. Can you please remove it?” My sickly sweet tone did nothing but earn me a chuckle from Sam.
“Not yet.”
Sam smacked my upper thighs a few times, hard enough that I drummed my feet in place. That wasn’t very nice. As I’d already anticipated the plug stroked nerves that lit up my senses. “Please, Daddy?”
“You’re going to keep this in all night, babygirl.” He tapped the base of the plug and my arousal flared.
“Yes, Daddy. Please, please… I’m behaving now. I need you so badly.”
Sam stripped his athletic shorts off, folding them on the counter next to us. His tee-shirt and navy boxer briefs followed. My thighs were damp with my own juices, the anticipation turning me on even more.
“Such a good girl begging for Daddy’s cock,” he said in a breathy, husky tone.
I thought maybe he was going to tease me some more, but he lined himself up with my pussy and thrust inside in one smooth motion. My hands clenched around the lip of the counter, trying to find something solid to hold. “Yes!”
He held my hips, moving in and out of me while I moaned. The added layer of not being able to see him, amped the sensations rather than detracting from them. I clenched aroundhis cock and the motion jostled the plug inside my ass. Moaning loudly, I begged for him to go faster.
“That’s a good girl. Stay just like that,” he growled.
Sam increased the speed of his hips while I fought to stay in one place. My legs trembled from the exertion, and I cried out as I came hard. Tears followed, and I leaned my head on the counter in front of us. He stilled, releasing deep into my core before slowly pulling out. Sam turned me around to face him and cupped my chin.
“What’s wrong, babygirl?”
“I’m okay, just overwhelmed. I’ve been stuck in my head, Daddy. You have a way of moving those emotions through me in the best way possible.”
“Aw, sweetheart.” He kissed me passionately, sweetly, whispering words of praise. “Let’s focus on the here and now. Okay? I was worried about what was bothering you today, but we can talk more about it tomorrow.”
“Yes, Daddy, I promise that I’ll tell you.”
Feeding Sam pudding while we were both naked on the couch was a good place to stop my overthinking from taking over. Waggling my eyebrows, I held out a huge spoonful of the dessert I’d crafted, piled with homemade whipped cream. But when he opened his mouth, I stuck it in mine instead. Giggling, I enjoyed the look of surprise that faded into amusement.
“This is my new favorite dessert, Mickie. Give Daddy another bite.”
I dipped the spoon into the bowl again and held it out to him. Sam grabbed my wrist this time effectively feeding himself.
