Page 38 of Sable's Santa Daddy
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jethro had fed her to his satisfaction and finished off the bowl of chili himself before unsnapping her bib, loosening the blanket he’d wrapped her in, and letting the dogs back onto the couch. She petted them with more enthusiasm this time, really looking at their sagging jowls, their mournful eyes and their massive ear leathers. They were distinguished looking dogs…until they each rolled over onto their backs and flopped their giant heads into her lap, which made her laugh.
“You stay right there,” he instructed her. “Don’t be naughty. You’ve already gotten yourself into enough trouble by being disobedient and I don’t think you can handle much more than the punishment you’re going to receive.”
Her pussy practically spasmed around his words. Yes, her punishment last night had hurt, but she’d also had one of the single best orgasms of her life. Plus, she wanted to be hurt.
She wanted to yell and kick and scream and cry because she knew Jethro would let her. She knew he’d also push her and give her as much as he thought she could handle. Which was a little less than usual given that her shoulder would take a while to heal, but he wasn’t going to treat her like she was fragile or silly or weak. No, he was going to hurt her and she couldn’t wait.
“Marigold and Rhodie?”
The dogs perked up at the sound of their names and looked to their master.
“You keep an eye on her and don’t let her get into trouble.”
As if she could move with their long-snouted, giant-domed heads resting on her thighs. Well, she probably could, but they were all enjoying their puppy pile. She gave them belly rubs, and they gave her their trust. Dogs were great.
Jethro was gone for a while and that was fine. She’d started to unwind and petting the dogs, sitting in front of the fire, furthered the process. By the time he came to get her, Sable was feeling pliant and not a little sleepy.
He didn’t bother unwrapping her but carried her upstairs after instructing the dogs to stay put, setting her at the foot of the bed. She didn’t fail to notice that there was a towel by her side, draped over…she didn’t know exactly. Whatever he meant to torment her with, probably.
Jethro piled several pillows on the bed behind her and then instructed her to bend over them. They sank, of course, but still left her ass high in the air.
“Too much pressure on your arm? Does this hurt your shoulder?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good. You let me know if that changes.”
She nodded even though she didn’t know if he’d be able to tell. Then there was a clicking open of a cap and a cool drop between her cheeks. Lube. Oh.
Sable closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing as Jethro began to slick a finger up and down her cleft and circling her hole.
“Did you do any ass play with Hudson?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Not as much as she would have liked, but she’d been shy though Hudson had given her no cause to believe he’d ever embarrass her for something she enjoyed or was interested in.
“Good. I think you need to learn a lesson about who’s in charge here.”
He’d stopped stroking up and down her crack and was now very intently circling her asshole, applying pressure but not quite breaching the tight ring of muscle. It was maddening.
“You need to accept that I’m going to put whatever I want inside of you—your mouth, your pussy, your tight little asshole. I’m going to do it whenever I want, for however long I want, and all you’re going to say about it is ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Are understood?”
Oh, god. She knew it wasn’t true. The word “pansy” meant it wasn’t true, but it made her all hot and bothered to pretend it was. Made her pussy clench to think about protesting his torments and him forcing her anyway. Yes, she liked it very much, and the way her pussy clenched confirmed it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said, giving her bottom a pat. “Since I don’t know how much Hudson trained your ass, we’re going to start out slow.”
He gripped the towel at the bottom of the bed and dragged it up before folding the top half of it back. There were myriad plugs, ranging in size from about a single-finger to a monstrous one she didn’t think she’d ever be able to take. Or want to.
Jethro stopped his stroking and picked up the smallest one, applied some lube and then pressed the firm tip against her rosebud.
“Relax, baby. Daddy’s going to push this all the way inside you now. And what do you say?”
“Yes, Daddy.”