The seventh swat lands, and she pushes back into it, actually seeking the contact now. “Seven. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Your ass is so pretty in pink,” I tell her, watching as the color deepens across her pale skin. “But not as pretty as your pussy.” I allow my fingers to drift lower, brushing against the wetness between her legs. “So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, pressing back against my hand. “Yes, Daddy.”
I pull my hand away, denying her the touch she’s seeking. “Not yet, baby girl. Not until you’ve taken all your punishment.”
The eighth swat is the hardest yet, my palm connecting with her flesh in a strike that echoes through the room. She cries out, but it’s a sound of pleasure, her body trembling not with pain but with need.
“Eight. Thank you, Daddy.” Her voice is strained now, desperate.
I deliver the ninth and tenth swats in quick succession, one to each cheek, not holding back. She takes them beautifully, counting through gasps that sound suspiciously like moans.
“Nine. Thank you, Daddy. Ten. Oh God, ten. Thank you, Daddy.”
I stand back to admire my handiwork. Her ass glowing pink, her thighs trembling, her pussy visibly wet with arousal. Mine. All mine. The possessiveness that sweeps through me is absolute. I want to mark every inch of her as my territory, make sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice rough with need. “You took your punishment so well.”
She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder with eyes dark with desire. “Is Daddy pleased with me?” she asks, and the innocence in her tone nearly undoes me.
“So pleased,” I assure her, running my hand over the heated flesh of her ass. “And now for your reward.”
I drop to my knees behind her, positioning myself at eye level with her perfect pussy. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, making my mouth water with anticipation.
“Spread your legs wider,” I command, and she complies immediately, opening herself to my gaze.
I take a moment to appreciate the view.
“Look how wet you are,” I murmur, tracing one finger along her slit without penetrating. “All this just from being punished. What a perfect little girl for Daddy.”
Nola whimpers and pushes back against my hand.
“Please,” she whispers, desperation clear in her voice.
“Please what?” I prompt.
She hesitates only a moment.
“Please lick my clit, Daddy. Please make me feel good.”
It’s the sweetest request I’ve ever heard, and I have no intention of denying it.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I tell her, moving closer, “Daddy’s going to give you his tongue. Going to make you come so hard you forget everything except who you belong to.”
I press my face between her legs, inhaling her scent. She’s intoxicating, sweet and musky and mine. My hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider as I take that first taste, my tongue sliding through her folds with deliberate slowness. She whimpers above me, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I growl against her flesh, feeling her shiver at the vibration of my voice. “So sweet for Daddy.”
Her only response is a breathy moan as I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before pulling back. Teasing. Making her wait for what she wants most.
“Please,” she whispers, pushing back against my face shamelessly.
I smile against her wet flesh.
“Please what, baby girl? Tell Daddy exactly what you need.”
“Please make me come,” she gasps, hands fisting in the bedspread as I resume my slow exploration of her pussy. “I want to come so bad.”
