Saoirse smiled around her paci but didn’t open her eyes—it seemed like too much work. Plus she had no doubt Arthur would want her to sit on her sore and swollen bottom tomorrow and write Father Gideon a proper letter of thanks for tending to her.
It would be a mixture of mortifying and having a delectable secret when Father Gideon performed their wedding ceremony next month. She had no doubt she’d be walking down the aisle with a freshly spanked bottom and a select number of the guests would know that.
Because she’d found her people, and the love of her life. She was treasured and loved, disciplined and spoiled, cherished and respected and she couldn’t imagine being happier. Except maybe when she and Arthur had said “I do” officially.
She didn’t remember much about how she’d gotten from the club to being tucked into bed at home but she did rouse slightly more when Arthur climbed into bed beside her and gathered her into his arms.
“How are you feeling, pretty girl?”
“So good, Daddy. Like peaceful empty, not hungry empty.”
She could feel his chuckle against her and she nuzzled closer.
“That’s good, I’m glad. I thought you could use some peace after you’ve been so busy and studying so hard.”
“You were right,” she mumbled between yawns. “Why are you always right?”
He laughed at her again and rubbed circles on her back, kissed the top of her head.
“I’m not but it’s sweet you think so. The most I can offer is to do my best by you, princess.”
“That’s Mrs. Princess to you, buster.”
“Okay, Mrs. Princess. You’re just silly now, I think you need to go to sleep. I hope you have the sweetest dreams.”
Arthur hugged her tight, and just before she fell into a profound and restful sleep, she murmured back, “I always do when I’m with you, Daddy.”
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I hope you loved watching Saoirse and Arthur play with Father Gideon! In case you missed Saoirse and Arthur’s story, you can read their whole journey to an HEA inSaoirse’s Stepfather Daddy.
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Fall On Your Knees
A Plum’s Priest Daddy Short Story
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Chapter One
Plum waited on her knees by the door, as instructed. She was wearing a short black dress—so short it barely covered her backside—with a blousy top and no bra. Partly because Gideon had ordered her to wear the pretty nipple rings he’d given her, and partly because he liked that he could reach into her dress and fondle her easily. Having them on made her think about her nipples and her tits non-stop, made her squirmy and impatient. She wanted him to be homenow.
Finally there was a jangle of keys outside the door and the opening click of the deadbolt sliding away. Plum licked her lips imagining her handsome daddy on the other side of the door, and arranged herself the way he liked—sitting back on her heels, eyes cast down, hands clasped behind her back.
She heard his voice too, and for a second panicked—he’d brought someone home and hadn’t thought to tell her? And she was sitting here like this? But no, he was on the phone.
When he came in, he laid a hand on her head and it felt like a blessing. But he wouldn’t bless members of his flock this way. No, the way he stroked her hair and rubbed her earlobe was just for her. And when he dragged his knuckles across her cheek and brought them to her lips, she kissed them, maybe letting her tongue sneak in between his fingers. Just a little.
Gideon tipped her chin up with his fingers and she looked at him, feeling flooded with need. Need for attention, need for release. A need for him.
He smiled at her, raised a finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet, and continued his call. Part of her was impatient because she’d been waiting all day to see him, but she could be good. Surely he’d be off the phone in a minute and she could have him all to herself.
Plum reached for his laces and untied his shoes, slid them off his feet and placed them in their spot by the door and then stripped off his socks too. There was something about the act that made her feel…dedicated in a way she couldn’t explain. And also aroused, because apparently thinking the world of someone, performing small acts of service, and also being turned on were very closely intertwined in her head.
He headed for the sitting room and dropped into his favorite chair, and she got to her feet and trailed after him, heading into the kitchen to make him a martini. His favorite.