Ian got a hold of a couple rope lines, used his grip to fuck his babygirl, always a piece of his brain listening for her to drop the ball in her hand that was making a soft, rhythmic jingle that along with her familiar noises of building pleasure told her she was just fine.
But he knew her well enough to know that this wasn’t going to cut it. She needed more, always a little more. And while he was cautious with her, always, he wasn’t careful with her. She wouldn’t like it, it wouldn’t be what she needed. So he scooped up the chain between the clamps and put it between his teeth so the wicked metal would crush her nipples as he rocked out of her, and she’d get that delicious hollow hurt when he thrust inside.
Yeah, that was the ticket, her eyes rolling back in her head, arching her back as well as she could, making the cutest, desperate little grunts. How was a man supposed to contain himself? Ian couldn’t.
Luckily, within a couple minutes she was close, so close, and he dropped the chain and snatched the clamps off her nipples before slamming into her pussy again and again, and there she was. Yes, yeah, that was it.
“Come on, Coco, you perfect little masochist,” he told her as she keened behind her gag, blood rushing back into her abused cherrystone nipples. “Come for Papa, come all over my cock. Hurts doesn’t it? Scream for me, babygirl. Or try since you’re stuffed full.”
Sweat was beading at his hairline and he was relieved when he felt his princess tip over the edge, her internal muscles squeezing his dick until he had no choice. Had to blow, had to spill inside her while her pussy milked every drop out of his aching balls. Felt like he was being turned inside out he was coming so hard, and all the while his sweetheart held him in the palms of her hands even though she was bound.
Did she know what she did to them? Had to. But he’d tell her anyway.
When he’d rocked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, he took out her gag, freed her hands, and tossed the ball over his shoulder now that she could use her words. It jangled crazily as it rolled across the floor, and Coco laughed, pink cheeks appling. Such a fucking wonderful sound that went straight to his heart.
Still inside her, Ian covered her with his body, the coarse hair on his chest rasping against her sore nipples, making her gasp and squeal. He relished the way she carded her fingers through his hair while he kissed her, not ready to give up that warm, wet connection.
“Papa loves you, baby. So much. So, so much. Always and forever.”
Chapter Four
Hudson
Cosy was yawning by the time he was carrying her up the back steps to the loft. His teapot was spent, and it was just after lunch. Perfect timing for the nap he’d promised her.
Hudson punched the code into the lock on the door and elbowed his way into the loft. It wasn’t exactly easy to balance Cosy in one arm with a bag slung over his other arm but he’d manage. At least she was holding her new plant.
They’d replaced one of the windows in the playroom with one of those sticky-out-y greenhouse windows since she’d become quite the little gardener. He didn’t think his sweet girl would ever want to have children—although he could be wrong about that, they’d see—but she was painfully adorable when she chattered to her plants while she watered and tended to them. She took their care very seriously, as he’d expect.
She clutched her new bromeliad to her chest as he set her down on the bed and looked at him with big but sleepy eyes after he’d dumped the bag on a chair in the corner.
“Daddy, Clementine needs to go live with her friends.”
“She will, Cosy,” he told her, taking the plant with its bright orange flower from his little girl. Cosy yawned into her sleeve again and swayed slightly. Yeah, Ian had really worn her out yesterday and they’d had a busy morning. They’d made stops at the Del Bosques’ to pick up Clementine and also visit with Sable, Jethro, the girls, and the dogs; then onto Eric’s so Cosy could have some cocoa with Devaney and get a hug from Eric between patients; then had her hair trimmed and her nails done at Halli’s salon; grabbed lunch and of course a cupcake at Caffeinatrix with Plum and Gideon; and then had a shopping trip with Saoirse and Twyla. No wonder the poor thing was so tired.
“I think we can leave Clementine on the windowsill while we take a nap, and we’ll bring her upstairs to the greenhouse when we wake up, okay?”
“’Kay, Daddy. If you’re sure.”
“Positive. Now let’s get you out of your big girl clothes and back into a diaper.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Cosy flopped onto her back, feet still dangling off the bed, and he laughed. Sweet little thing would probably be asleep before he got her changed. Wouldn’t be the first time.
He peeled off her jeans and her undies and socks before sitting her up just long enough to get the sweater with the ice cream sundae on it over her head along with the camisole she wore underneath. Her breasts were fuller now, but still not big enough to warrant a bra most of the time. Besides, they liked her without it. Pretty girl.
She collapsed backward onto the mattress again and he shook his head fondly as he went to grab a diaper. Cosy could still be a nervous little bunny and would probably always be dogged by some amount of anxiety but so much of the time she was like this—trusting, floppy rag doll.
Once he’d wrestled her into a playsuit and settled her under the covers he grabbed a paci off the bedside table and brushed it against her lips. She took it and sighed happily, followed by the soft sounds of her suckling, and then wrapped her arms around Hopscotch who he’d tucked into her waiting embrace.
Hudson stripped off his own clothes down to his shorts and then climbed in beside her, snugging up against her back to be the big spoon. He wished often that he could be a big enough spoon to cover everyone who needed him, but being this little girl’s daddy and doing what he could for everyone else would have to do.
Cosy wiggled her soft, diapered backside even further into the cove of his lap and his dick stirred lazily. Not yet. He’d cuddle her through their nap and then it would be time for a different kind of fun. For now, he gave her a little squeeze and kissed the top of her head. His beautiful babygirl.
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Cosima