A second swat followed the first, so quickly that it took her breath away. It wasn’t until the third painful slap was applied to her puffy, aching pussy, his fingers snapping against her pulsing clit, that she managed to cry out.
“I’m soooorry, Daddy!”
Two more hard slaps to her pussy left her writhing in lustful agony, panting for breath at the intense sensations, and closer to orgasm than she would have thought possible.
* * *
Melody’ssweet juices coated Kawan’s fingers. He’d never spanked her pussy before, but he’d wanted to see how she reacted to it. The apology she uttered was far more sincere than the first, impish one she’d offered, and yet she became wetter and wetter with each swat. Her sensitive, swollen lips were now dark pink and glistening with her juices, her bottom was rosy from her spanking, and she was wriggling on his lap with arousal. His cock pressed against her soft side, aching and ready to take her.
It took but a moment to tug her shorts completely off and drop them to the floor. Pulling her up, he had her straddle his lap, leaving her pussy spread and vulnerable. Tears were gathered in her eyes and the moisture trickled down her cheeks in the new position, making her look very much like a sorry little girl. Sliding one hand between her thighs and the other hand around her neck, Kawan drew her in for a kiss, simultaneously pressing his fingers against her wetness. She moaned as he slid two fingers inside of her heated pussy, stroking her gently, his hand rubbing against her sensitized flesh.
Muffling the small noise with his lips, Kawan deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and mimicking the movement with his fingers. Melody squirmed, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Her hands came down on his shoulders, helping her to hold position while he began to fingerfuck her.
When she mewled against his mouth, he pulled away, ending the kiss and slowing the movement of his fingers.
“Daddy, please,” she whimpered, tightening her pussy around him and arching her back, seeking the stimulation she needed to come.
“Please what, baby girl?” he asked, languidly pumping his fingers. His thumb circled her clit but didn’t touch it, and she shuddered, arching again in desperate need.
“Please, may I come?” The plea was appealingly heartfelt, but Kawan shook his head.
“Not until you’re on my cock, baby girl.” Pulling his fingers completely free from her body, he grinned wickedly at her whimper.
It took just a small amount of shifting to free his dick from the silky confines of his pants, and then he pulled Melody forward by her hips. They both groaned in unison as she sank onto him, her pussy tighter than usual in this position, although she was slick enough that it didn’t matter. Gravity pulled her down, until his cock was fully embedded in her body.
Holding her hips tightly, he moved her atop him, making her grind down on him, and she cried out, arching her back.
“Ride me, baby girl,” he commanded, moving his hands from her hips to her hot bottom, giving her some control over her movements.
* * *
Oh my goodness…
Daddy didn’t often put her on top, but she knew it didn’t matter that she was now in the ‘position of power’. She still didn’t really feel like she was leading the show because she knew he could take back control at any moment. Hard hands gripped her bottom, bringing the burn from her spanking back to life. Her pussy felt more sensitive than ever, the lips swollen and hot, his body hair tickling her skin. The discomfort was already fading, turning the pain into her pleasure.
Moaning, she moved up and down, clenching around the thick rod of his cock, impaling herself on him and rocking her hips back and forth. It felt so good. The sounds of the club filled her ears—noises that somehow always became dimmed when she was being spanked, but now returned to full volume, enhancing the experience. Slaps, moans, cries, and even screams. Pain and pleasure. Like she was a tiny part of something larger, a small piece of the seductive microcosm of Black Light.
“Oh, Daddy…” She shuddered, feeling his fingers pressing into the cleft of her bottom cheeks, seeking out the tiny hole there. Immediately, everything felt naughtier, dirtier, and more lewdly charged than before.
His fingers sank into her at the same time as his cock and Melody sobbed at the deliciously filthy sensations. Her thighs flexed and she moved harder, faster, her climax rushing toward her as Daddy filled her completely.
“That’s right, baby girl.” His voice was hoarse, rough, and she felt his cock surging upwards, his body rubbing against her sensitive pussy. “Come for me.”
Her muscles clamped down around him and she threw her head back, crying out and grinding down atop him. Heat, need, ecstasy all rushed through her. She was stuffed so wonderfully full, every inch of her humming and buzzing with all the titillating stimulation she could handle. The orgasm drew back like a massive tidal wave and then crashed over her, through her, drenching her with the hot pleasure.
Daddy’s lips covered hers, his fingers pumping into her ass, his other hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place as she moaned and sobbed for him. She felt him swell inside of her, hardening, and then the hot, wet heat as he throbbed inside of her. The kiss ended, and she was left panting and clinging to him, perfectly, wonderfully satisfied.
Head resting on his shoulder, she whimpered a little as he rocked her back and forth atop him, sending small aftershocks of pleasure through her body. The hand on the back of her neck stroked the soft skin on the edge of her jaw and a feeling of utter contentment swept through her.
“I love you, baby girl.”
The whispered words shocked her to her core. She jerked back to see his expression, and Daddy smiled up at her, his adoration clear in his dark eyes.
“You aren’t supposed to tell a woman that right after sex!” she protested.
Laughing, Daddy slid his fingers from her bottom and gave her already roasted cheek a little slap, and she squealed, although it didn’t really hurt. It was just an automatic reaction.
“It’s true no matter when I say it,” he told her. “And I will tell you again and again, as often as needed, in as many different circumstances as I can. I love you, Melody Williams, my baby girl.”
She blinked, but the tears springing into her eyes weren’t from pain, but from sheer, euphoric happiness.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
The End
