I wanted out of the slippery shower and somewhere solid where I could take her, hard. Leaving the bathroom, I stalked to her bedroom, still embedded inside her, and positioned her at the end of the bed, her knees on my shoulders.
I leaned down, taking a pebbled nipple into my mouth. Cheryl gasped with pleasure and gripped my hair firmly in her hand. She pressed my face down, and I scraped my five o’clock shadow across her sensitive nipples. She writhed, begging for release. I picked up the pace, bucking my hips and rubbing the walls of her tunnel.
Cheryl bucked and writhed with me, her moans escalating as she chased her first orgasm. “Oh, my god. Oh,” she screeched, her juices gushing over my length. I pulled out and rolled her onto her knees. “Chest down, ass up, naughty girl.”
She groaned, pushing her glistening slit into the air. Her plump, swollen lips looked delectable, and I felt an intense desire to possess her.
I cracked my hand against her wet backside, knowing she would feel the sting more intensely on wet skin. Cheryl squealed but wiggled her ass, wanting more. I placed a matching print on her other cheek and watched as she reached between her legs and began playing with her clit. She liked to be spanked. Thewoman was made for me. I gently slapped her hand, and she pulled away.
“This juicy cunt is all mine, and so is this ass. Don’t touch either without permission.” Then I slapped her wet entrance, and Cheryl screamed as she came. Her responses were a dream come true.
I spanked her a dozen more times and then sank deep inside. Her walls convulsed as Cheryl tipped over the edge, writhing and squeezing my cock with such intensity I was afraid she’d bruise it. She was small but strong, caught up in an endless orgasm, and her continued milking was sending me over the edge faster than I would have liked.
I pulled out, grabbing my cock, and pumped my seed all over her back. With my free hand, I spanked her clit several times, bringing her to an explosive climax along with me. Completely spent, she fell forward on the bed.
I went to the bathroom, retrieved my clothing, and got dressed, then returned with a washcloth to clean her up. She sighed contentedly while I marveled at how well-matched we were.
“Gabriel, that was perfect.”
“Are we in public?”
“No.”
“Then what do you call me?”
“Daddy.”
She mewled with pleasure, arching her back as if my words were an aphrodisiac. How delightful she was. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness. The woman was insatiable. I began to stroke her clit with one finger while gently fucking her with another.
“Yes, Daddy, please, don’t stop. This feels so good.” As tempting as starting again sounded, I had responsibilities, and safety was my primary concern.
“Later, little girl, I will give you everything you desire, but right now, we need to talk.” I pulled out of her, and she pouted, squeaking her annoyance. “If you give me a hard time, I will spank that rump until it’s scarlet, and you’re begging me to stop. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, “Daddy.”
I sat up and pulled her onto my lap. “I see you need a demonstration.” Cheryl was tiny enough that I could turn her body to face the head of the bed, with her slim legs dangling on either side of my thigh, her toes barely scraping the carpet. Across from us were her mirrored closet doors. This may have been a punishment for her, but for me, it was a treat to have a front-row seat.
I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight so she couldn’t squirm away. I brought my other hand down, and Cheryl screeched in protest. I continued to spank her ass until it turned from a lovely shade of pink to a dusty rose. I wasn’t done yet, because she was still fighting me.
Her slick entrance was weeping. The pleasure/pain threshold aroused her.
I stood and placed my foot on the bed. She hung by her hips over my thigh, her feet and hands far from the floor, leaving her no choice but to endure my discipline. I began spanking her in earnest, and without the ability to squirm or protect herself, she soon begged for forgiveness.
“Please, Daddy, please, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Now, now, little brat, don’t make promises you can’t keep. I don’t want your apology; I want your surrender, and I’m not stopping until I get it.” I increased the tempo, giving her no time to catch her breath.
When Cheryl stopped flailing and hung limply over my thigh, her tears staining the floor, I knew she had learned her lesson, for now. I stopped, lifting her off my leg and holding her close, offering comfort. She wrapped her legs around my hips and cried into my shirt. I sat and gently massaged her burning cheeks.
Once she calmed down, I grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her. “Come on, let’s go to the living room; we have things to discuss.” She followed me obediently and drank the glass of water I handed her before sitting. She shifted to ease the sting, but I shook my head.
“You need to feel my displeasure, naughty girl, and know what will happen if you ever defy me.” She didn’t resist and sat firmly on her backside. “First, do you know who those men were?”
“No, Daddy. I have never seen them before.”
