I squirmed when he showed me the ruby end of it. He put it in my outstretched hand to inspect before holding up a second item. It was a cock ring…but with a bell on it.
“What’s the bell for, Daddy?” I asked, reaching for it, too.
“Every time it rings I’m going to spank you. All-day.”
I gasped and put a hand over my mouth. “Mean!”
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into a hug. “Yes, yes it is. But wait until you see your other gifts.”
“Other gifts?”
He nodded. “Now pull down your pants so we can test them out.”
“I’m spoiled.” I pulled down the front of my sweats, exposing my already hard cock to him.
He rolled the cock ring on.
I looked down at it and wiggled my hips, ringing the bell. “Oops.”
I was over his knee before I’d realized what he was doing. He laid a hard slap on one cheek, and then had a bottle of lube and was pouring it over my hole.
“You planned this!”
“Of course I did. You act like I don’t know you after six months.”
“Hurmfp.”
He pressed the metal tip of the plug into my ring, working me open as he slipped it home. I clenched around it, full and tight. The bell rang again as I squirmed. He slapped my other cheek then leaned down to brush soft lips over heated skin.
“It’s going to be a good day.”
I nodded, sitting back up to reach for my coffee, careful not to move the little bell enough to ring.
“Come on. We are going to have breakfast.”
“How am I going to get downstairs without ringing the bell?”
He gave me a warm smile and held up his hands. “Carefully.”
“Thanks.” I set my coffee aside and stood up, ringing the damn bell.
He slapped me before I had time to prepare.
I shivered and moaned. “Does breakfast include sex?”
“After,” he said, gesturing for me to go ahead.
I pulled up my sweats and carefully walked down the stairs, ringing the bell at least four hundred times.
When I got to the bottom, I turned on him, glaring. “You planned this.”
He wore the biggest grin I’d ever seen on his face. “Of course I did.”
I crossed my arms over my chest as he got to the bottom.
He grabbed me by both ass cheeks, massaging them. “You’re going to be so hard and so sore by the time we finish breakfast and then I’m going to fuck that pretty little hole of yours, my Prince. I’m going to fuck it until you beg me for my cum.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “More begging of course.”
“You secretly like it.” He brushed his lips over mine.
I pressed my body into his, ringing the bell again.
A smile spread over his face. “I think this is going to be my new favorite toy.”
He led me to the table which was already laid out with food. He pulled out a chair and sat down. “Over my knee.”
I did as he asked and he yanked my sweats down, slapping my ass for each and every bell ring until I knew I’d be sore the rest of the day. I fucked my cock against his thigh, biting my lower lip until it bled.
Finally he finished and I was painfully hard. I stood without pulling my sweats up, putting my cock at his chest level. “Oops.”
He roughly grabbed my cock and sucked on the tip. “Breakfast time. Put it away.”
“Kind of hard to do while it’s in your mouth.”
His tongue continued to play in my slit. “You called me mean.”
I stepped back, careful not to move the bell while pulling my cock away. “I have to have some recourse for retaliation.”
“Fair enough.” He scooted himself back into the table, starting to serve me and himself.
I took a seat, watching him pile food onto my plate and rather liking Daddy serving me. I put my napkin on my lap and picked up my fork. It all looked so good.
“Your phone was buzzing this morning.” He pointed to it in the middle of the table where I’d left it the night before.
I reached over and picked it up before I started to eat, seeing messages from Adam, and my stomach dropped. “They are from my brother.”
“Good or bad?”
I swiped my phone open to see. “Bad.” I turned the phone around for him to see.
He scanned the screen and sighed. “There go our New Year’s plans.”
The two messages he’d sent read: BANNED and INDEFINITELY which meant we weren’t allowed in the bar anymore.
“It’s fine. He’ll get over it.”
Jensen gave me a look over his coffee mug. “You think?”
“No, probably not,” I said.
Adam could hold a grudge like a mother fucker. We were screwed.
“What are we going to do about it?” he asked.
“Wait until he hates someone worse, or orchestrate it?” I offered.
“I’ll try talking to him,” Jensen said, sounding determined.
He could enjoy that. I was going to avoid Adam’s wrath.
Seventeen
AIDEN
Two weeks later
Avery looked up when I walked in the door. I’d mostly been avoiding the cabin. Occasionally I had to go home to get other clothes and leave now and then so Jensen didn’t feel like I’d moved in with him.
“How are things?” I asked.
“Considering I live with my two brothers and haven’t seen one since Christmas and the other in” —He glanced at his watch— “at least a week, pretty good.”
“How was Ellie’s first week of school?”
“She said she loves it and if I ever try to move back to California she’s disowning me, emancipating herself and living with you. So you know, well, I guess.”
“She said she’d emancipate? Isn’t she like… Eight?”
“Yep. I’m blaming the Disney channel.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“It’s not that complicated. There is a kid on one of the shows she likes who got emancipated.” He shrugged. “Are you hanging out or are you grabbing clothes and going back to Jensen’s?”
“He’s gone for the afternoon. Training for his new job. So I figured I’d come to slay Ellie at Mario kart.”
“You know it doesn’t make you good at video games when you can beat an eight-year-old.”
“Listen, she kills me at everything else we play so I’m going to enjoy being better at her for the next week until she surpasses me.”
“That’s fair.” He looked at his screen again. “Want to grab her from school? I have some work to finish up then I’ll make dinner.”
“Home-cooked meal and killing your kid at Mario? Hell yes.”
Avery shook his head. “Are you going to be here this weekend?”
“What’s going on?”
“Mom and Dad live here every weekend now. You haven’t noticed.”
I pulled a face. “Nope. I don’t think I’ve been here a weekend…since you got here. Have they been here that much?”
Avery rolled his eyes, not looking up from his screen. “Yeah, something about missing Ellie’s first eight years and making up for time. It involves a lot of ice cream and toys she doesn’t need.”