Moving a Little Heart (19 page)

"My pleasure," Baylor said, winking at Matt. "Literally. I'm available anytime, for science, of course."

"Don't either of you get too used to it. Those lips are mine first," Terry informed them.

"You guys are embarrassing me. Didn't you say something about popcorn and a movie?" Matt asked, changing the subject.

By the time her 'ridiculous' bedtime rolled around, Baylor was exhausted. Her bottom ached, but her heart was light. Hayden had made 'meaty' Mac and Cheese for dinner, the four men had played 'Pass the Baylor' during the movie—each demanding equal cuddle time—and the conversation was light and playful, as though nothing had happened earlier.

Baylor released a loud yawn and quickly covered her mouth.

"I was going to allow her to stay up a little later because she had a long nap, but I think it's time for bed," Jake said, patting her thigh and standing up.

"Aw, do I have to?" she asked half-heartedly, reaching for his neck.

He lifted her like she was a toddler, holding her sore bottom as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Kissing her on the lips, he nodded. "Yes, sweet love, you have to. Give everybody a kiss good night and I'll tuck you into bed."

"Okay. Night everybody," Baylor said, stifling another yawn. After a round of kisses, she laid her head on Jake's shoulder and snuggled him during the walk up the stairs and to his room.

"I'm going to let you sleep in here with me tonight," he said, setting her down and pulling back the blankets.

"That sounds nice. Daddy?"

"What, baby?"

"I'm sorry I was so bad today."

"Come here." He patted his lap for her to sit on. Her wince did not go unnoticed. "I'll rub your bottom for you before you go to sleep. As for your behavior, it was actually rather refreshing. I think it was the first time you really allowed yourself to be a kid."

"Yeah, well, I don't like that part of being a kid in this house."

"It's part of the deal, baby girl. Let me get some lotion for you," Jake added.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?" He turned to look at her. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know. I'm just so confused. I'm used to being alone. I mean, really alone. And now I have you and your family. I'm just so afraid that it is all going to end because I do something stupid."

Jake kneeled on the floor next to the bed and took her hands in his. His hazel eyes were wet. "Until I met you, I really didn't know what love was," he said gruffly. "I know I'm not the most attentive at times, or the most sensitive, but I would do anything in the world to prove to you that you are part of my heart and I don't ever want to let you go. I'm becoming a better man because of you. And a better daddy."

"You're the best. Even though you didn't save my ass today. I'm not happy with you for that," Baylor said, accepting his offer to lie across his lap.

He skimmed her boxers down and touched the bruises that peppered her bottom. "Your ass didn't deserve saving, and you know it. These will go away and, after a few more good spankings, you won't see marks anymore. Then you will complain that you don't bruise."

"Wanna bet?"

"Have I been wrong up until now?"

"That's cold!" Baylor yipped as the cream touched her backside. "Even if you are right, I won't admit it."

"Stubborn girl." Jake chuckled, gently rubbing the soothing lotion into her parched skin. "Did you enjoy your nap time with Daddy Hayden?"

"He was not very daddy-like," she giggled, "but, yeah, it was nice. Except he passed out on me."

"On you or in you?" Jake chuckled, resting his hand on the backs of her thighs.

"Both. I already told you that when you teased me about what Matt with me. Did that bother you?"

"Not at all. Matt didn't fuck you, though, did he?" Jake's eyes grew dark.

"No! He didn't offer and I wouldn't have let him. Are you angry?" Baylor asked, noticing his change of tone.

"No. I mean, there was that split second when I actually felt a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness. It wasn't pleasant."

"I would not have let him touch me the way he did if he hadn't gotten your permission."

"I know. It was just the thought of another man putting his cock in you that spurred me," Jake admitted.

"That doesn't happen when it's Hayden though, right?"

"Never. Except," he said, flipped her to her back and holding her wrists above her head as he hovered over her, "it's my turn. I'm not feeling very daddy-like right now, either."

"You're so good about waiting for your turn." Baylor giggled. "Maybe you should get your handcuffs and arrest me." The sound of clicking as she was immediately handcuffed to the head of the bed startled her. "What? Where were you hiding those?"

"A good cop always keeps his cuffs close by," Jake announced, locking his bedroom door.

He stripped his clothes from his body, his muscles rippling in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Baylor took in a breath to admire his well-kept features. His daily swims, rigorous training, and the department's insistence that the motorcycle officers maintain a certain weight ensured that he kept a tight, hard body that was both strong and enduring. He never drank, did not smoke, nor did he skimp on the essentials of sleeping and eating healthy—despite the family's odd schedules. Unlike Hayden, who was naturally gifted with a taller, trimmer physique, Jake had to work to maintain his body. The result was perfection.

"What are you looking at?" Jake asked, hands on his solid waist, showing off his six pack of abdominal muscles.

"Just how beautiful you are," Baylor said.

"I'm not sure being called beautiful is very manly, but thank you. You," he tore her t-shirt down the middle, "are perfection."

"That was Hayden's favorite shirt. He's gonna have a cow when he sees what you just did to it."

"He'll get over it. In the meantime," he climbed on top of her and pulled the boxer shorts from her legs before he forced them apart and knelt between them, "I'm going to enjoy what was underneath it."

He lifted her ankles into the air, spread her thighs apart and revealed her glistening pussy. After placing her feet on his shoulders, his mouth attached itself to her softness—licking, biting and sucking the sweet, moist folds that guarded her inner sanctum.

Baylor groaned, restrained by the cuffs over her head and the weight of his shoulders leaning against the backs of her raised thighs.

"I'm going to take you hard, girl. I'm going to fuck you… first here," he licked her dripping slit, "and then here." He moved his mouth to her still tender bottom hole. When she clenched, he laughed sadistically. "I know Hayden is longer than I am, but I will fill you to the point of screaming. You will know you've been fucked, good and hard, by a man who loves you more than the world."

She was dizzy from Jake's unexpected announcements. He was usually the 'gentleman' in bed, rarely talked dirty and openly preferred her pussy to her ass. But that evening, he had turned into an animal, and it raised her to a level of excitement that she could not contain. She took a chance and played along.

"Do whatever you want, Officer. Just don't send me to jail. I know I've been bad and deserve to be punished."

Jake looked at her from between her legs, his face registering surprise. The game was on. "Yes, you have been very bad. In fact," he pulled away, held her ankles in one hand and smacked her bruised bottom sharply, "you've been very, very bad."

"Ow! Please, don't spank me! Oh…" Baylor groaned as the slaps grew harder and faster. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and a rush of pleasure trembled through her.

Jake paused to pick up his pants from the floor, then slowly pulled the belt from the loops. The buckle jingled menacingly as he wrapped one end around his fist, leaving about eighteen inches of the leather dangling. Again, he lifted Baylor's bottom from the bed by pulling her up by the ankles, and sent the belt slashing across her throbbing backside.

She groaned. The pain was delicious! She opened her eyes and watched in the dresser mirror as he belted her again. Wide, red stripes blazed against the dark purple blotches and sizzled to a hot glow. The belt lashed across the crease of her thighs and over her slit and she bucked, both avoiding and desiring the next blow. He struck her again, hard, against the crown of her buttocks and she cried out.

"No more," she panted, "I need to feel you."

Jake threw the belt to the ground and mounted her, holding her legs high in the air with both hands, and plunged his rigid cock into the depth of her womb. He pumped her in solid, long strides, pounding against the back of her vault and stretching her wide with his girth. Then he pulled clear, his cock shining with her juices, and aimed the head towards the tender, quivering rosebud below.

"Fuck me," she hissed.

He did. Without hesitation, he lunged his thick cock inside her tight hole, covering her mouth as she screamed with pain and pleasure. Back and forth, he impaled her until he erupted inside, bathing her bowels with his hot, thick seed. Tears dripped from Baylor's eyes and she joined him in his climax as he flicked her clit with his index finger.

"Look in the mirror," he ordered. "Look at how your ass stretches to let me in."

She obeyed. She was stretched wide; her bottom painted every color of the rainbow; his cock glistening from the mingling of his semen and her juices as it slowed its assault and pumped lazily in a relaxed, easy pace; her tightness milking the last drop from him before he withdrew.

"I feel so… incarcerated," Baylor sighed, as he slowly lowered her legs and then rested his body on top of hers. He kissed her lips and released the handcuffs.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Now let me sleep," she requested.

"You're so romantic." Jake chuckled, rolling off her. "Let me clean you up and then you can go night-night."

"My ass hurts."

"I'm sure it does. And you're happy about it too, aren't you?" he said.

"Ecstatic. Elated. Exhausted."

"Spread your legs," he said, gently wiping a warm washcloth between them. "Come on, now is not the time to be shy."

"I don't like you looking down there at me."

"You're going to have to get used to it. I like looking at you down there. I know Matt did some studying. Did it bother you for him to look?"

"Yeah, but it was for science. You do it for pleasure," she said.

"I sure do, and I'm not going to stop. There, all sweet and clean. I can get you some numbing cream if you want. Your little asshole is going to be tender for a bit."

"Don't look so pleased with yourself. It's just suffering from a little overuse today." Baylor clapped her legs together, trapping his hand between them.

"We will give it a break for a few days. I'm sure Uncle Terry will have some ideas about how to do that, too."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Nor should you." He chuckled again. "Sleep. I'll come in a little later. Good night, baby."

"Night, Daddy."

The next morning, Baylor woke to find Jake's warm body curled against hers. Grimacing, she slid out of bed to go to the bathroom and was struck harshly by the tenderness that she experienced. She dug through his dresser for a t-shirt, slipped it over her head and then, gently, she woke him.

"Did you say you had some numbing cream?" she said.

"Yeah," he mumbled, flipping to his back. "Does your bottom hurt?"

"Majorly. Both outside and inside."

"Do you need to go potty?"

Baylor groaned. "I need to go to the bathroom. Yes."

"Stay here. Daddy will take care of everything."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you wake up in daddy mode automatically?"

"Always. I'll be right back."

He returned with Terry in tow. "Good morning, baby. Daddy said he did too much stretching last night."

"Oh, my God, does everything that happens to my ass get advertised?" she exclaimed.

"In this house? Yes. I have something that will help you. Over my lap, darling," Terry said.

"No." Her tone was petulant.

"Baylor," the big man said patiently, "I thought we had reached an understanding that when I tell you to do something, the word 'no' is not the answer. You have a choice. You can go over my knee so I can take care of you, or you can go over my knee for another spanking, and
then
I'll take care of you. What will it be?"

"It's not fair," she grumbled, climbing over his thighs.

"Nothing seems fair when you're a little girl. Oh my," he lifted the shirt from her bottom and ran his hand gently over her cheeks, "do I see belt marks?"

"Our play time got a little rough last night." Jake grinned.

"I heard." Then, to Baylor, "You poor thing. That brush really left an imprint on you, too, didn't it?"

"In more ways than one. Are you done?" she asked.

"No. Just relax, I'm taking a look." He snapped on a glove and pried her cheeks apart to look at her tender bottom hole, while Baylor pulled a pillow over her head. "There's no need to be embarrassed, sweetie. We all have one. I happen to be partial to them myself, you know."

"I don't need to hear this."

Terry laughed, stretching her apart a little wider for Jake to look. "She has a little bit of tearing there. You gotta be careful, big boy. She might like it hard, but use more lube until her body adjusts."

"What's going on?" Hayden asked, entering the room.

"Please, just kill me now," Baylor muttered.

"I was just showing Jake that our girl needs some TLC when it comes to this darling thing. That means you too, buddy. Slow down and use more lubricant. You don't want to tear her up and make it so that you can't have her ass anymore, do you?" Terry scolded.

"She does have the cutest little rosebud asshole, doesn't she?" Hayden said.

"Will you please let me go?" Baylor begged, hiding her face.

"When I'm done. This will help you go potty more comfortably. Relax," Terry said, sliding the little bullet-shaped item past her tight ring of muscle. "It's just a suppository. It has some analgesics in it to help numb you a bit. No straining."

"I am well aware of how to take care of my bodily functions, thank you. Let me up."

"No. You can stay here until it melts and then try to go. If it doesn't work right away, we will take the next step," Terry said.

"I don't even want to ask."

Terry added to her humiliation by carrying her to the toilet and setting her on it. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Go on."

"Leave."

He squatted in front of her and looked her squarely in the eye. "One more word from you, and I will put you in a diaper and make it so that I have to personally change you every time you mess. Do you want that? Just so you know, I love adult babies."

Baylor quickly shook her head.

"Good, now go."

Tears welled in her eyes, from both the pain and humiliation. When Terry saw that she was making no progress, he announced that he was going to take the next, more aggressive step. Baylor looked desperately at her daddies.

"What's he going to do? Please, no more spanking."

"He's not going to spank you, baby," Hayden said, picking her up and kissing her on the bridge of the nose. "He is just going to give you an enema."

"No!" Baylor struggled to escape Hayden's hold—without success. She clung tightly to his neck when Terry returned. He carried a soft, blue container with a long hose in one hand, and a large pitcher in another.

"Are you going to hold her in place? Good. Put some towels on the ground under your feet, and I'll put one on your lap," he said to Hayden. He handed Jake the pitcher. "Fill this with warm water, about bath temperature, and add that package of castile soap to it. Try not to get it too sudsy."

"Uncle Terry, please don't do this," Baylor begged, as Hayden easily laid her over his long thighs.

"It's for your own good."

"Hey, how come no one woke me up?" Matt asked, joining the crew. "Cool, an enema. Lucky girl."

"Bite me, you jerk. OW! Daddy!" Baylor yelped as Hayden swatted her.

"While Jake is making up the solution, massage this gently into her rectum," Terry instructed, slipping a glove onto Hayden's hand and applying a dab of lidocaine gel to the tip.

"Take it easy, Ladybug. This will numb you right up. It feels good, doesn't it?" Hayden said.

Baylor was more interested in trying to make herself disappear than she was with the gentle pressure he was putting on her sore exit point. Slowly and carefully, he massaged the swollen flesh, taking an inordinate amount of time to make certain the gel was thoroughly rubbed in.

Terry cleared his throat. "When you are done playing with her, let me know. She's already uncomfortable enough, and I don't think you are helping her feel any better."

"I'm not making her feel any worse, am I?" Hayden asked cheerfully. "Do you want me to spread her for you?"

"Oh, God…" Baylor whimpered, reaching her hands behind her back. "Please stop this."

"Matthew, hold her hands in front of her," Terry ordered.

"No! Ow! Stop spanking me! Ow!"

"I warned you that we will not have any fuss, didn't I? Baylor? Answer me."

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. "Daddy? Help me." She looked at Jake, knowing that Hayden was too busy enjoying himself in his element of anal play to stop anything.

"No, baby. He's right. Be a big girl and take your medicine," Jake said.

"This won't hurt a bit. I'll go nice and slow. I'm just sliding the nozzle in," Terry said soothingly, edging the cold tube past her throbbing tissue. "Why are you crying? It doesn't hurt."

"I'm so embarrassed," she whimpered.

"I told you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"You aren't on display in front of four men, either."

"No, he wouldn't like that." Matt chuckled. "He's not an exhibitionist but he does like an audience."

"Lay off," Terry growled. "Listen to me, Angel. The four men in this room love you dearly and want the best for you. Just remember that when you face moments like these, because there are going to be a lot of them. You're going to feel some warmth, and then maybe some rumbling. This is only to keep you from feeling more hurts down there. Here we go."

Baylor whimpered as she felt the fluid slowly trickling into her body, her discomfort slowly replacing the humiliation. Terry supplied her with a light blanket to cover her naked bottom, although Hayden kept turning it back so that he could lightly stroke her bruises and play with the curves of her rump. The four men chatted merrily around her, behaving as though she was not undergoing the mortifying procedure.

"How are you holding up?" Terry asked, after the bag had emptied.

"I want to dig a hole and bury myself in it. My tummy is cramping."

"Stay there for a few more minutes. Hayden, spread your knees so her belly doesn't press against them."

"He sure is bossy when he thinks he's in charge," Hayden commented to Matt, separating his legs and placing his hand between Baylor's thighs to hold her in place.

"Tell me about it. You should hear him when we go on dates," Matt replied.

Jake slid down to the floor and leaned his head back against the bed to be on a level with Baylor's. "You're hating this, aren't you?"

"I never want to speak to any of you again."

"Yes, you do. I love you."

"Don't talk to me," she spat.

"T? She's getting cranky." Jake laughed, kissing her nose and standing up.

"I need to go. Please?" Baylor asked, feeling her face break into a cold sweat.

"I'll take care of this. You three, out of here. There is no need to humiliate her any more than we already have," Terry ordered, snapping his fingers and pointing to the door.

"She's my baby, I can stay if I want," Hayden protested.

"She's my little sister, so I can stay too," Matt added.

"Well, she belongs to me as well, and I say we give the girl some privacy. Let's go." Jake ushered them out once Terry had picked Baylor up off Hayden's lap. After locking the door behind them, he took her into the bathroom and sat her down.

"Uncle Terry, please…"

"I'm not budging."

Baylor hid her face as her body released the liquid. Her hands moved to her stomach, clutching it while it churned and gurgled painfully.

"I'm dying," she whimpered, rocking back and forth.

"You'll be fine. Are you still sore back there?"

"I don't feel anything except my tummy. It feels like there's a parade going on in there."

"I'm going to run you a warm bath in Hayden's tub. Who do you want to bathe you?"

"I can bathe myself."

"Baylor…"

"You can, Uncle Terry. I don't want to be groped right now."

"Okay, baby." He sounded pleased. "I'll be back in a few."

It felt like she had been sitting there for hours before her body finally felt like it was empty. She had her face in the sink and was splashing cold water on it when Terry returned.

"Aw, my poor thing. Let's get you comfy now," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the tub. He pulled the shirt up over her head and helped her in without her giving any words of protest. She lowered herself cautiously into the warm water, surprised to find it was only a few inches deep under the bubble.

"Where's the bath?"

"It's called a sitz bath. These are Epsom salts that will help reduce some swelling and make your bottom feel better. I also have a very special ice-pack that we will use afterwards."

"It's scary how much you know about aftercare for an asshole," Baylor stated.

"You didn't meet my ex."

"Ha ha," Baylor said, leaning forward for him to wash her back.

"Get on your hands and knees."

"No… nonono… I'm doing it! OW! Let go of my ear."

"You're a slow learner, little girl," Terry scolded, pulling her forward and smacking her wet bottom three times.

Baylor shook her head as he gently parted her fleshy cheeks. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He patted her thigh and pushed her back to a sitting position. "For a number of reasons. One, to look out for you. Anal sex can be very hard if you aren't used to it, and both your boys are in love with your ass as much as they love your heart. Second, you don't mind us very well. This seems to be the area wherein we get the greatest resistance. You will learn that there are two types of humiliation, baby. One like what your ex did—which was meant to cause you shame and embarrassment to gain for himself. And another, like this modesty thing—which is meant to free you from the constraints of being self-conscious."

"Are you saying that all this is for my own good, and that none of you have anything to gain from it?" she asked.

"Yes and no. Yes, it is for your own good because it will help you build trust and confidence. No, we have a lot to gain from it. Besides our own personal interests, it will make you feel more at ease in your new lifestyle, and that benefits everybody. You will find that you will slide into your little girl mode more easily when modesty is eliminated. Think of how a toddler runs around naked, and how freeing it is. We want you to feel that."

"I don't see that coming anytime soon."

"We'll see. Sit here a bit longer. I'll go get you a glass of juice. Do not get out of this tub without me," he added sternly.

"Yes, Uncle Terry."

"Good girl. You also know that I intend to break you of saying 'no' to us when it comes to taking care of you, right?"

"I guessed that." Baylor sighed.

"Does that concept really upset you?"

"No, I guess not. It's not like any of you make fun of me or say anything mean. I guess I have a lot of hang ups."

"You are simply like a bowl of vanilla ice-cream that is being introduced to a bunch of new flavors, including a couple of bananas, fruit toppings, and a whole lot of nuts." He laughed, tweaking her nose. "Try to just sit back and enjoy."