“Are you going to punish me?”
“Yep. Ten swats as a reminder.”
“Only ten?” I asked, for that was just a warm up.
“Ten, you greedy thing. You don’t want your backside to be sore when you go into labor, but if you keep misbehaving, I’ll make you do something truly terrible like put your feet up and read a book.”
Daddy knew how much I detested taking it easy, unless it was for the pursuit of pleasure. He cleaned up my mess with his tongue, and I rolled onto my stomach to position myself on all fours, my belly resting against the soft bedding underneath me and my cock and balls hanging out there in the open, vulnerable to his discipline too. Everything was swollen and sensitive and oozing like sap.
“Ready, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He swatted me with his tail, counting out the lashes out in his stern Daddy voice. The impact was far less than his hand but still had a pleasant bite that made the surface of my skin sizzle and burn.
“Daddy,” I cried out, near tears already from the influx of sensation, especially after just coming so unexpectedly. “You’re going to make me breakyour rule again.”
“Better not,” he warned and taking mercy on me, rearranged the pillows to support my weight fully in order to mount me from behind. His rough fingers traced where Monica had tattooed his horns on my back. Even though there was too much daylight to see them, he’d memorized their shape and touched me there whenever he could. At the bar, I kept the tattoo covered up, so that only my Daddy could see it, our little secret.
“Baby boy,” he hummed with contentment, “Take a deep breath now.” Without any further preparation, he started stretching me open by slow, torturous degrees, leaving me breathless and begging for more. The head of his cock popped inside, and he paused there, waiting for my body to catch up to my ambition. My channel throbbed around him and I wanted nothing more than to feel the whole of him inside me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “So sweet and ripe and ready to pop. Come up here with me now. I want to hold you in my arms while I make love to you.”
I boosted myself up, and with one big arm wrapped across my chest and the other cradling my belly, my minotaur made himself at home. But he was going far too slow and being too careful besides. “Daddy, I won’t break,” I said, impatient for the main event to begin.
“Don’t sass me, sweet thing. You’ve already broken one rule today. I’ll figure out a way to put you over my knee if I must.”
You must,I thought with anticipation, tempted to press my luck, but I was soon distracted by the intense pressure thatwas building in my bottom as I savored the sweet ache of penetration. He pulled out nearly all the way, then drove back in deep, holding me up so that I was weightless in his arms.
“Moan for me, Skylar,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “I want to hear all your pretty noises, little breeder.”
I gave him what he wanted, all of my earthy groans and whimpers of pleasure, while trying to not let the influx of sensation overwhelm me.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured, so I milked his cock then to show him just how good I could be. Growling, he finally gave into his baser instincts and started fucking me in earnest. Goddess, there was nothing like being hollowed out by Daddy’s big dick. I couldn’t reach my own cock, and besides that, I wasn’t allowed, so I reached up and grabbed onto Daddy's horns, pushing my ass out for more.
“Beg for it, boy,” he rasped as my musical moans filled the air. “Let me hear my songbird sing.”
“Daddy please, right there. Goddess, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Don'teverstop.”
“I’m going to have to soundproof these walls. Don’t want our lovemaking to wake the baby.”
“Yes, Daddy, yes. I’m going to… Please, Daddy, may I?” I wailed.
“Please what, Skylar?” he said because he loved to torture me.
“Please, Daddy, may I come?”
“With me,” he grunted and didn’t even bother with my cock as he continued thrusting. My dick slapped against my stomach, and I took everything he gave me, waiting until I felt him twitch and seize inside me before I finally let go.
We came in tandem, each of our climaxes triggering the other, just as he’d trained me to do. I soared above the physical realm for a precious few moments in a cloud of euphoria only to land a little while later and find myself sweaty and breathless and sticky all over. Daddy still held me close to him, kissing my cheek and my hair, whispering that I was precious and adored. I let his sweet words go straight to my head. Funny enough, I believed him.
“God, how I love you,” he murmured as if confessing it to a higher power.
Words were not enough to convey my feelings for him, they never were, but Goddess, I tried. “I love you too. You're everything I've ever wanted in a lover and a husband.”
“And I love seeing you this way,” Daddy said softly and pushed the sweaty tendrils of hair from my forehead.
“Bloated?” I teased.
