He’s right. By nine, I'm dripping. I can feel it coating my inner thighs, and I know he can see it—probably even smell my arousal. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but it only makes me hotter.
Ten lands with a satisfying crack, and I cry out, my hips jerking.
"Ten," I gasp.
His hand smooths over my burning cheeks one more time, then slides lower. His fingers slip through my folds, and I hear his raspy chuckle.
"Absolutely soaked," he says, stroking through my wetness. "You loved getting your bottom spanked, didn't you?"
There's no point in denying it. "Yes, Daddy."
He helps me up from his lap, though he remains seated. My legs are shaky as I find my footing. He looks up at me, his gray eyes searching as he slides his big hands up my thighs. "How are you doing, sweetheart?"
I nod, still catching my breath. "Never better."
He places soft kisses on my thighs. “Good.” The tenderness in his voice makes my chest ache.
This is what separates a real dominant from someone who just wants to play at control. He checks in. He cares. He makes sure I'm with him every step of the way.
I sink to my knees between his spread thighs.
He groans. "Sloane…"
"I want to taste you, Daddy." I look up at him through my lashes, my hands resting on his denim-clad thighs. "Please."
His eyes go molten…dark and hungry as if he’s barely able to control himself. He reaches down and strokes my cheek, then slides his thumb over my lower lip. He pushes it into my mouth. “You think this sexy little mouth can handle my thick cock?”
I nod, sucking his thumb, swirling my tongue around it.
He hisses. “My god, baby. Okay, show Daddy how much you want him."
My fingers tremble slightly as I work his belt open, then the button and zipper of his jeans. He lifts his hips to help me tug them down, and when his cock springs free, my pussy clenches in response.
He really is big. Thick and long, the head flushed and already leaking precum. I wrap my hand around him and he groans, watching me with those intense eyes.
"Fuck," he breathes.
I start slowly, teasing him the way he teased me…licking up the underside, sliding my tongue around the head, pressing kisses to the sensitive velvety tip. His thighs flex under my palms, and I can feel him fighting not to thrust his hips.
Mmm, I want to wreck that control.
I take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sink down. He's so big I can only get about halfway before he hits the back of my throat, but I work the rest of him with my hand.
"That mouth," he grunts, threading his fingers through my hair. "Fuck, sweetheart. You look so hot with my cock between your lips."
I moan around him, and he shudders.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat as I work him. His grip in my hair tightens, and his breathing goes even more ragged. He’s writhing under me and I can feel him getting close—the way his thighs tense, the way his cock begins to pulse against my tongue.
"Oh, Sloane—I'm going to come down your throat," he grits out. "And you're going to swallow every drop. You hear me?”
I shiver and moan my agreement, sucking and stroking with more vigor, and that's all it takes.
He comes with a long guttural groan, hips lifting, cock thickening as he spills down my throat. “Yes, baby girl…god,yes!”
I swallow everything he gives me, milking him through every convulsion until he's shuddering and jerking, cursing in the sexiest way.
"Come here," he finally rasps, hauling me back up into his lap.
