“Those should sit for a while before I put you back in a diaper. Hmm, what should we do while we wait?”
It was funny the way her head tipped up from the changing table, like her pink shell of an ear was perking at the prospect of having more fun. Well, she was in for a treat.
He pressed a button on the small console that was attached to the plug he’d inserted, and she startled as the vibrations took hold. She’d probably be able to feel the sensation all through her pelvis. And while she did…
Okay, pervertables were great and he could do a real number on someone with a few kitchen implements or just his own body but it was really great to have furniture that was custom built to pamper and torment littles.
Hudson slid the wedge out from under her and then reached under the table to undo a couple of latches. Once the panel was free to hinge, he lowered it carefully so Cosy’s legs weren’t supported anymore but dangled off the side of the table and her glistening pussy was at the perfect level for him to fuck. He’d been hard as hell for her basically all afternoon except for when he’d just spent inside her and a refractory period, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her slick, welcoming heat again.
Before starting in on her, he clipped her wrist cuffs to the head of the exam table and made sure she could grip the edge with her fingers so there wouldn’t be too much strain on her wrists. Kissed each one of her fingernails which Halli’s nail tech had painted little puppy faces on at Cosy’s request—maybe they’d let her get a puppy for her birthday? She loved Stella but Stella was Ryker’s pet and Cosy loved animals, maybe she’d like one of her very own—and then turned her hands over to bite each tender pad of her fingertips, making his babygirl’s pupils blow wide as she ground her hips into the table.
No, no more of that. He’d been telling the truth when he’d said she could come as many times as she wanted today, but he really wanted to be inside her the next time she did. Hudson gave her a quick kiss to the forehead and stroked her back as he moved to the opposite end of the table where he slid a finger into her pretty pussy.
Cosy made a sweet little noise and did her best to rock back against his hand, take his finger deeper because no way would that satisfy his greedy little girl. Finger-fucking her like this was partially to tease, but also to feel out the shape of the plug still buzzing away inside her. He added a second finger and a third, careful to pause before his baby got off. Mean daddy. But he also knew she’d have a better climax for the teasing and he wouldn’t make her wait long. No, not long at all, just long enough to be able to enjoy the grip of her cunt around his dick when she spiraled out of control.
He didn’t want to wait anymore, and Cosy wouldn’t be disappointed. She loved being filled by him, them. Perfect little princess who was all theirs.
Giving her a gentle swat on her backside as she keened when he withdrew his fingers, Hudson mock scolded her. “What a greedy little girl. Can’t even wait a few minutes for her orgasm.”
Cosy made a squeaky sound of protest and frustration which descended into a moan as he guided his cock inside her in one slow but firm press.
She’d been so good about not talking and he’d tell her how proud he was when they were done. But he missed her voice. So unless she’d really gotten off on the speech restriction, he’d let her talk next time they played Baby Cosy. Maybe ask that she use her goddamn adorable littlespeak if she needed to say something.
He kneaded her buttocks when he’d bottomed out inside her, enjoyed the sensation of the vibrations coming through the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her ass, had to bite his lip and think of England so he wouldn’t spill in her right away, and then went to work. Drew back and slid into her again, and again, and again. Worked up the speed and the force until he was driving into her slick precious cunt relentlessly, forcing sounds of arousal and desperation from her. Yeah, she was close. So close.
Hudson gripped her hips hard, digging his fingers into her flesh viciously enough to leave bruises because that’s what his sweet girl needed to get off, some pain with her pleasure. And he’d admire the marks on her later, marks that would say she was his, and loved it. He fucked her hard enough to give her that painful, hollow feeling she’d described when he bumped her cervix, and then she was falling. Or flying. Did it matter?
Her internal muscles clamped rhythmically around the plug humming away in her ass, around his cock plundering her pussy, and she ground her mound against the side of the exam table.
“That’s it, babygirl. Come for Daddy. Milk Daddy’s cock until I spill in your pretty little cunt. My turn to fill you up, Cosy. Yes, that’s right. Fuck.”
Hudson let out a guttural moan as he pumped his climax into his baby’s warm, welcoming pussy that felt like home. Didn’t stop until he truly felt as though he’d emptied everything he had inside of her, and flicked off the vibe because Cosy was basically a twitching puddle of babygirl goo underneath him.
He covered as much of her as he could with his body, hugged her tight and kissed every part of her that was within reach of his mouth, telling her with his entire presence that he’d protect her, keep her safe, be there for her whatever she needed.
“Daddy loves you, babygirl,” he told her, and was rewarded by the sweetest, most contented sigh. Following the rules he’d laid out even if he wouldn’t have minded if she broke them to say she loved him back. He knew. With everything she gave to him, he knew it down to his bones. Luckiest daddy in the universe.
Chapter Seven
Ryker
He’d lied to her.
He never did, none of them did. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right and his gut was a little unsettled knowing he’d done it. But he thought, if it was in the service of giving Cosima pleasure and contentment and the freedom to feel unburdened, that it was worth it.
Already this morning Cosima had kneeled beside him during breakfast as he ate and hand fed her morsels from his plate. Bacon, toast, fruit, bits of scrambled eggs. He’d tipped up her chin so he could have her drink from a glass of water. No coffee allowed for little girls, even if it was basically his lifeblood. And when they were done, he’d face-fucked her under the table until he spilled down her throat. None of that had been a lie.
But now they’d been in his office for a couple of hours with Cosima curled around his feet on the floor and Stella making herself into a little spoon for the one time Cosima was the big spoon. They were doing this because he’d told Cosima he had work to do, and that was the lie. He’d been occasionally tapping at his keyboard and rolling the mouse around to perpetuate said lie but in reality he’d been soaking in the gratification of having Cosima be satisfied and happy to spend hours at his feet.
Yes, Ian and Hudson had both made big productions out of their days with her, and it’s not that he hadn’t made any plans—he certainly had—but this was one of the ways he and Cosima loved each other. Quietly, without fanfare, just enjoying the unique bliss to be found in his dominance and her submission. Fuck all the sugar and platitudes, flowers and grand gestures, because this was when he felt most adored.
He also, for however much he enjoyed this, had a pang of anxiety in his stomach that he’d like to dispatch with so perhaps they should get this show on the road. He could have her do this again later if he felt like it—that was his right, and her gift to give.
To complete his “I have work to do” theater, he clicked on the screen as though he was shutting a document, and stretched before pushing his chair back, careful to make sure he wouldn’t be rolling over bits of his faithful girls. It was one thing to welt and bruise Cosima’s skin with his tools, another to hurt her accidentally. And Stella was no masochist at all. She’d hiss and bat at you with her claws if she didn’t like the way you rubbed her belly.
“Up here, little one,” he ordered, and Cosima climbed obediently into his lap as Stella stretched and then then found a ray of sunshine to snooze in.
Cosima was naked and soft and warm in his arms, closed her eyes as she leaned on his shoulder, and mewled softly as he fondled the bruises Hudson had left her with. Such a gorgeous creature.