Doing as she was told, she raised her hips off the mattress so he could slide the silky black panties down her ass, then her thighs, leaving her completely bare to his gaze. And even though he’d spanked her a few times now, this just felt…different. Maybe because she wasn’t anywhere near her Little space, or maybe because he was finally going to fuck her.
Whatever the reason, she had to fight the urge to squirm, or to pull her dress back down to cover her dimpled ass. He’d seen it more than once, she reminded herself, and he still wanted her.
“Gorgeous. I swear I’ll never get tired of this sight.”
Happiness welled in her chest. As usual, he knew the exact right thing to say. “Really?”
“Absolutely, babygirl. Your ass is a thing of beauty. It’s just missing one little thing.”
Heart pounding with the fear and excitement of the unknown, she lifted her head, trying to crane her neck to try and see if he had anything in his hand. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see in a moment. Reach behind you with both hands and hold your bottom open for me.”
Humiliation flooded her body, warming every inch of her. Being bare for him was one thing, but holding herself open, exposing the most private parts of herself to him?
Impossible.
Unfortunately for her, she hesitated too long, earning her two hard swats to the backs of her thighs. “Now, Samantha.”
No threats. No ultimatums. Just her Daddy, demanding her obedience.
And even though it felt like the hardest fucking thing she’d ever had to do, she managed to force her hands behind her, to grip one cheek in each hand and pull them apart.
“That’s my good girl. You’ve never had anything in this pretty bottom before, have you, baby?”
He knew she hadn’t, which meant the question was solely for her benefit. To give her at least a hint of what he had planned. And that hint was enough to have her relaxing, her bottom unclenching as something cold and wet dribbled against her skin.
“No, Daddy. It’s… it’s just for you.”
A low groan met her ears. “Fuck, baby. If this wasn’t our first time, I swear I’d fuck you here tonight. But that will have to wait until I’ve been inside your sweet pussy at least a dozen times first.”
The pussy in question clenched at the thought of him inside her, riding her,fuckingher the way she hadn’t been fucked in far too long. “Could we maybe get on with the first round, then?”
“Sassy little brat.” But there was no hint of censure in his tone, only amusement as he pressed the tip of his finger to her bottom hole, gently massaging the entrance until she relaxed even further. “You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood tonight. Keep it up and I might decide this bottom needs some attention from Daddy’s belt.”
Again her pussy spasmed. She’d been dreaming about that damn belt since the first time he’d threatened her with it. And if she was being honest, she’d been fantasizing about being whipped with a belt since she first stumbled on that exact scenario in a story online over a decade ago.
Feeling bold, she turned her head to meet his gaze. “Maybe it does.”
Watching the surprise flicker in his eyes, followed by the slow, wicked curve of his lips, did nothing to quell the ache between her thighs. “Is that what you want, baby?” As he spoke, he pushed just the tip of his finger into her bottom. “You want Daddy to go get his belt and whip this pretty bottom until it’s all red and hot and covered in welts?”
The bite of pain from his questing finger stoked the fire he was so expertly building inside her. “Yes, Daddy. Please?”
“Such a polite Little girl,” he praised, pushing his finger in even deeper, and now humiliation joined that pain-pleasure mix, flooding her entire body with heat. “Someday, I’m going to do exactly that. I’m going to fill your bottom with the largest plug I can find, then take my belt to your ass until you’re crying and begging me for mercy. And just when you think you can’t take another moment, I’ll fuck your sore, welted bottom until I fill you all the way up with my cum.”
Leaning down, he dropped his voice, the low timbre of it sending a shiver up her spine. “But not tonight. Because you aren’t in control and you do not get to call the shots. Tonight is about whatDaddywants. Understood?”
Goddammit.
Dylan
Judging by the little huff of annoyance his babygirl let out, she was not at all pleased he was denying her the fantasy he’d just laid out.
To be fair, he wasn’t entirely thrilled about it, either. He’d imagined doing exactly what he’d said so many times he could see every second of it clearly in his mind.
But as he’d told her, tonight wasn’t just about finally claiming his babygirl. Tonight was about helping her let go of that control she clung so tightly to with both fists. About showing her she could trust him to completely take the reins.
Which meant denying them both that particular fantasy, at least for now. Some time, when she least expected it, he’d surprise her with it.
