Page 236 of Dark Daddies

The moment the words are out of her mouth, I scoop her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest as I rise from the couch. Turning to our guests, I force a smile for their benefit as my babygirl sobs heartbrokenly. “Thank you all, for everything. But we need to take care of our Little one now. Once she’s feeling better, we’ll have everyone over for dinner.”

Without bothering to wait for a response, I carry my sweet bundle out of the room and straight up the stairs. I can hear Celeste behind me, and my nerves calm a bit, knowing our angel will have both her Mommy and Daddy to care for her after such an ordeal.

In the bedroom Celeste and I share, I gently lower Kerry to the bed. Or at least, I try to. She clings to me, refusing to let go, so I sigh and climb into the bed with her, letting her stretch out on top of me as she soaks my shirt with her tears.

“Shh, little one. It’s all right. Daddy’s right here.” The door opens again and I smile at Celeste as she joins us in the bed. “And so is Mommy. We love you so much, our sweet little angel.”

For several long minutes, the three of us lie together, Kerry sandwiched between Celeste and myself as she cries it out. Eventually, she sniffles and sighs heavily, snuggling deeper into my embrace.

“I’m really sorry I lied,” she says quietly, her voice rough from all the tears.

“It’s all forgiven, baby,” Celeste assures her. “We understand you were just scared of losing us. I don’t know what I would do if I ever thought you might leave us. But I know it wouldn’t be pretty.”

Giggling quietly, Kerry wiggles around to look up at her Mommy. “Does that mean I’d get to spank you if you did something naughty?”

“Absolutely not.” Brows furrowing in mock sternness, Celeste waggles her finger at our babygirl. “You are the only one getting spanked in this house, little girl.”

“Aw, not fair.”

I can’t help but chuckle at how adorably pouty she sounds. “Well, you are also the only one who gets to spend all day playing in her nursery and getting spoiled with presents from her Mommy and Daddy. I suppose that’s not very fair, either, so maybe we should stop. What do you think, Mommy?”

Mischief glints in my wife’s eyes. “I think you’re right, Daddy. If our baby really wants things to be fair…”

“No! I like playing in my nursery and getting presents!”

Sliding my hand up her bare thigh, I nuzzle my nose against Kerry’s neck as she shudders in our arms. “Well, that’s good. Because we love spoiling you and watching you play. Don’t we, Mommy?”

“We do… but not as much as we love playing with our little angel.”

My fingers reach our babygirl’s swollen clit and Kerry gasps as I press down on the sensitive little nub. “Are you feeling up to playing with Mommy and Daddy, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she says, breathless. “Please.”

“Such a polite baby,” Celeste croons, cupping one of Kerry’s breasts in her hand and squeezing. “Daddy, do you want to get her bottom warmed up for me while I get ready?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more.”

Kerry

My heart feels like it might burst at any moment. Both from being so full of love and from the exhilaration pulsing through my veins.

Behind me, Daddy lifts the fluffy skirts of my dress, exposing my bottom once more. “Your bottom is going to have so many pretty marks on it, angel.” His voice drops to a low growl, thick with the need I swear I can feel all but vibrating off him. “Do you feel how much we love you, baby?”

As he speaks, he cups my bottom in one hand and squeezes, sending flashes of pain shooting through my body. “Is love supposed to hurt that much?” I whine, even as I push back against his hand, craving more of that delicious agony.

Chest vibrating with laughter, he brushes a kiss down the side of my neck. “For you, angel? Yes. But since you took your paddling so well, this next part won’t hurt as much.”

The bed shifts beneath him as he rolls to the side. A moment later he returns, and I hear the sound of a plastic bottle opening a moment before his large hand grips my bottom cheek, pulling it to the side so he can dribble the cool lubricant on my exposed hole.

Shame washes over me and I pull Mommy’s pillow to my chest, burying my face in the softness. It smells like her, which helps to calm my nerves somewhat as Daddy presses a finger against the tight ring of muscle at my entrance. I can’t help but whine a bit as he pushes into my bottom, stretching me with a pinch and a burn that has me fighting the urge to roll away from him.

“Shh, angel. You can take Daddy’s finger. You’re such a brave little baby.”

Clutching Mommy’s pillow even tighter, I focus on trying to relax so it doesn’t hurt as much. It still burns, but relaxing does help a tiny bit, so I focus all my energy on taking Daddy’s finger as he coats the inside of my bottom hole with slippery liquid.

“That’s our good girl.” His voice rumbles in my ear, sending little shivers of anticipation down my spine. “We’re going to try two fingers now, and this is going to hurt. But try not to tense up, okay, angel?”

“Oh, Daddy, no! It’s too much!”