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Authors: Tressie Lockwood
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Ridge broke off their kiss and stilled her hands, his breathing ragged. “Baby, if you start that…” He glanced over at their son.
“Who started it?” she teased and dropped a hand between his legs to cup his swelling erection.
Her husband’s eyes narrowed. “Ah I see you’re determined to be naughty again. Wait until a certain someone is down for a nap. You’re going to get it.”
Ridge didn’t know who he was messing with. Kiona gave him a sweet smile, which brought a curious expression to her man’s face. “I’ll get this place cleaned up. You put him down for a nap. I think it’s about that time.”
After Ridge disappeared with Alex into their son’s room, Kiona ran up the stairs and down the hall to their room. She darted into her closet and searched beneath a pile of clothes where she’d hidden
her
extra present for him. In seconds, she’d shed her clothing and donned green and white tights that stopped half way up her thighs, five inch heeled boots, and a green dress with white trim around the low cut neckline. The dress was so short, half her ass peeked from the bottom, and she didn’t bother adding panties to the ensemble. To finish off her costume, she pulled red ribbon from its hiding spot and worked to bind her wrists together. When she was done, she laid across the bed to wait for Ridge.
“Well, he’s finally asleep,” Ridge announced when he came into the room. “Where’s my bad—
Oh hell yes!
”
“I’ve been really bad, Daddy,” Kiona exclaimed and raised her bound hands above her head. She rolled over and stuck her ass in the air, giving Ridge a good look at her bare sex. When she peered over her shoulder at him, she watched the front of his pants tent.
Ridge approached the bed slowly as if in a trance. “Then you will have to be punished.
Damn
,” he growled and dropped to his knees. He jerked Kiona to the edge and allowed her legs to fall over the side before he buried his mouth in her wetness. Kiona cried out in ecstasy. Ridge wasted no time licking her from top to bottom. He stuck his tongue up her channel and wiggled it around before scooping her cream into his mouth. “Mm, you taste good.”
He leaned back and spanked her cheek then rubbed away the sting. He smacked the other one and licked the tingling skin. Kiona squirmed, moaning and pleading as her husband disciplined her.
“Bad girl for giving me such a tight hard-on. You know what that means?” He stood up and began removing his clothes.
“No, Daddy, what does it mean?”
He licked a finger and teased the rim of her anus with it. When she gasped and raised her hips higher, he plugged her rear entrance and slid the digit deep inside. Kiona called out his name, shaking and begging for more.
“It means you’re going to have to sit on my lap,” he told her.
He pulled his finger from her butt and turned her over. When he examined the ribbon, he tsked at finding it loose and retied it tighter.
Kiona arched, pushing her breasts out, and Ridge wrapped his hands in the front of the dress. The sound of the material ripping startled her, but she didn’t protest. Cool air flowed over her nipples where he’d exposed them. He studied them as he circled the dark areolas with a thumb.
“D-Don’t you mean I will
lay
on your lap?” Goodness, she couldn’t even get her words to come out right. The things he did to her with just a touch.
“No, you’ll sit on it, and you will like it.” He palmed his cock and gave it a sharp stroke.
“Whatever you want, Daddy.”
He whipped her up from the bed and dangled her over his shoulder. Kiona expected him to cross to the chair right away, but he stood there a minute. When she heard the bedside table drawer open, she wondered what he was up to. Seeing turned out to be impossible, because every time she tried, he smacked her ass.
“Ridge, what are you doing?”
“Quiet.” He gave her a softer swat, and then she felt something rub against her pussy opening. She moaned.
“I must be heavy. Put me down.”
Another swat, and then whatever he brushed her pussy with he stuck it into her channel. The small tool didn’t advance far, but she realized what he was up to when he pulled it out and then threaded the butt plug into her rear. He worked it in a slow revolving circle, and Kiona came undone. The device sent sensations through her that threatened to make her come, and the fact that she couldn’t touch him, could do nothing but hang in his strong grasp made it all the more incredible.
After some time, Ridge moved to the chair and sat down with her on his lap. He was careful not to allow her ass to press into his crotch because he hadn’t removed the plug. With an arm like steel around her middle, he pumped the plug in and out of her rear. Kiona squirmed and whimpered in pleasure. Ridge thrust and retracted the toy faster.
He hissed between his teeth. “I’m having your sweetness right now, baby,” he growled in her ear with harsh determination. The plug disappeared, and Ridge raised her up. He brought her down on his dick, fingers biting into her sides. Slamming his shaft home, he forced her to ride him. Kiona shouted his name but pushed her secured hands to her mouth to keep the noise down. Ridge bounced her harder, driving in as far as he could before pulling almost all the way out. He ran a hand up to her breast and played with the nipple. She writhed on his lap, and just when she reached her limit, an orgasm raged across her core. She collapsed forward, but Ridge caught her and dragged her back into his arms. She panted, exhausted, while Ridge slowed his pumping into her. Their lips touched, and he filled her with hot come.
She didn’t speak until the shudders stopped, which seemed to rock his body. “Did you like my present?”
Ridge smirked. “Of course. Did you like
mine
?”
She at first thought he meant the ring, but then she recalled the plug and flushed. There was no beating the man. She might as well accept it. “Oh yes, without question.”
“Good because there’s plenty more where that came from.”
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood
has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at
www.tressielockwood.com
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