Page 75 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I switch off the burner and move the pan, dropping the spatula into the eggs as I take three steps and center my body behind her.

I press my flattened hand to the middle of her back. My dick is running this show, and getting her bent over is my new primary focus.

"Be a good girl." I press her face down over the counter without finesse. There will be times I'm rough with her, because that makes my balls twitch.

She gasps, and her hands catch the granite edge.

I push the Henley up to her ribs, admiring the ivory skin decorated with purple and red.

Beautiful.

I hook my thumb in the waistband and drag the boxers down to her knees, kicking at the insides of her feet so she's spread wideenough they won't fall down. Something about leaving them there in place is more erotic than stripping her bare.

The elastic stretches around her legs, and she lets out this breath that sounds like relief.

"My daughter woke up needy, didn't she?" I reach down between her legs and take a handful of wet warmth. "Coming down here all innocent, like you just need your morning coffee, ignoring me? Not even saying 'Good morning, Daddy' or 'Thank you for all the orgasms you allowed me last night?' You need to learn to be polite and grateful for what Daddy gives you. A little morning attitude adjustment seems in order."

"Grant—the windows—the neighbor was mowing the lawn—"

"I fucking know." I unbuckle my belt with one hand, tugging it through the belt loops with a soft whoosh. "Stay right there. Do not move. Eyes forward, don't look at me."

I emphasize my directions by laying my belt across the flat of her back just above her ass and spin on my bare foot, covering the space to the drawer in the island where I've already stored a special little treat for my little daughter.

Sliding open the drawer, I unbox the item and grab the little tube next to it, then make my way back to her bare ass, her eyes still pinned forward.

"What are you doing?" she mutters, and I notice the little clench in her ass cheeks.

Appropriate.

"I'm sending a message." I pop the cap on the tube of lube and cover the silver metal surface of the plug before setting it down and stepping into place behind her. The fingers of one hand grab the softness of her left ass cheek and pull it sideways, exposing her dark little bud, drawing a long hiss from my daughter.

"Daddy…" She whimpers.

"Oh, now I'm Daddy?" I bite back. "Too late, baby. Lessons will be learned."

She flinches as I run the slick point of metal along her tight pinched opening, but I correct her by digging my fingertips into her flesh.

"Eyes forward. Be still."

"I'm scared."

"Good, I like you a little scared sometimes, baby." I drag the tip of the lubed-up plug around her little asshole, watching it clenchand pucker. "Deep breath, and the more you relax, the better it will feel."

Fuck, watching her little body open up as I apply pressure with the pointed silver tip makes my cock jerk. I'm hard as fucking nails, even though I fucked her bloody like a predator since she showed up on my doorstep, it's not enough.

"That feels funny," she mumbles as I guide the foreign object into her body.

"Yeah?" I give it another push, the thicker part of the plug stretching her ring of muscle, and she goes up on her tiptoes. "Still feels funny, baby? Pretty soon, you'll learn to take Daddy's thick cock in this tight little spot. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To feel Daddy's big dick up inside your bottom?"

She answers with a little shriek as the plug finds purchase and pops inside, her body closing around the thin post, and I step back to admire my work.

"What's tickling me?" she hiss-whispers when I let the long, fluffy pink tail attached to the plug drift down over her ass.

"It's a brat tail, baby." I draw a long breath and free my pulsing erection from my pants.

I ordered the plug months ago. Manifesting and shit.

The fluffy tail is about a foot long, made from pink acrylic fur, because my girl would be horrified if it was an actual animal's body part.