Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, in a delicate dance between two people who didn’t know what the future held.
When he was finished, I tried to force my way off his lap, but it was as if I was held in place by an invisible force. I couldn't move, didn’t want it to end.
Apparently, neither did Cas. He forced my thighs apart, and dove in, at first with soft teasing touches, that soon became more insistent, until he was fucking me with his fingers. Harder, deeper, faster. But I didn't want his fingers.
“Daddy,” I whimpered. “Take me. Make me yours.”
“Oh, babygirl, you are mine. All mine.”
Standing while cradling me in his arms, Cas moved, laying me down in the center of the mattress. I thought he would stay, but he got up and rummaged through his duffel. For a condom maybe?
I scrunched my eyes shut, trying not to think, and when I opened them, Cas was leaning over me, his erect cock sheathed in a condom and the vibrator he’d purchased in Vegas in his hand.
“Baby… I want to make you mine. I want to fill all your holes. I want to fuck you so hard and own you so completely that there can be no question where we go from here, no matter what your brother says. If you don’t want that, baby, tell me now.”
All my holes? Did that mean… My stomach flipped and twisted, and my eyes locked on his. I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. That’s what I want too.”
“Good girl.”
Before I could even allow another question to slip through my brain, Cas was lifting my legs onto his shoulders, pressing the cool silicone against my pussy, and his cockhead against my tight entrance.
“Daddy!” I gasped.
“I want to fuck this tight little ass, babygirl. I want to claim it as mine, and I want you to go to dinner with the memory of my cock in your bottom.”
God. Cas was good at dirty talk. “Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked.
The vibrator buzzed to life as it filled me, the bunny ears pressing against my clit. I instantly tensed, close to the edge before we’d even begun.
From somewhere on the bed beside him, he produced a bottle of lube, and slathered it against my tight hole, breaching me with his fingers. I was shaking with anticipation of what was to come. I’d had his fingers inside me, and a plug, but for the first time Daddy was going to fuck my tight virgin ass, claiming me as his, and I wanted it so badly I could hardly breathe.
The vibrator continued to assault my little bundle of nerves, and Cas gently eased his cockhead between my cheeks, pressing against my hole.
“Daddy,” I whimpered. “Take me. Make me yours.”
“Oh, babygirl. You already are mine,” Cas said, entering me with one swift thrust and a burst of deliciously demeaning pain. His eyes locked on mine, and I swear I melted into a subby pile of goo right there.
“Yours,” I whispered. Because in that moment, no matter what happened later, outside this room, it was true. Cas Duncan was my Daddy and he owned me heart, body and soul.
He continued to thrust, claiming me, whispering sweet nothings and possessive declarations with each thrust, alternating between adorable mush and delicious possession.
“Daddy’s sweet girl. Mine, babygirl, forever. You be a good girl for Daddy, and never run off again. I’ll take this tight little ass every time.”
I was an actual pile of wonder and goo by the time he flipped me over, sandwiching the vibrator between me and the mattress, and came in my ass.
I couldn’t form a coherent thought until Cas collapsed, spent, his naked chest against my back, his cock softening until it fell from between my cheeks.
“Oh god,” I panted.
“God.” His strangled gasp matched mine.
We laid there for a few minutes, our hearts beating as one as we tried to regain control of our bodies. Finally, he rolled to the side and caressed my cheek. “I love you, babygirl. And I don’t know what’s going to happen, I don’t know what your brother meant, or what he’s going to say, but I know this. That’s not changing.”
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut. “What if…?”
My brain raced with worst-case scenarios, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them out loud.
“I’ll fight him. I’ll move out. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
