No distance would be safe. Still, despite the uncertainty in those brown eyes, she seemed almost unable to stop touching herself. Slow strokes over her pussy, her touch growing firmer, less tentative as her body became restless from need.
The pleasure was her master just as much as I was.
But that pleasure was mine to give. Or to withhold.
“You think I’ll let you just stroke yourself to climax on my bed without permission?” I asked her, striding into the room slowly. I saw her rhythm falter, but only for a second.
If anything, she pressed further against her clit. Rushing now, like she could finish herself before I reached her. Not a chance.
I moved quickly, diving toward her on the bed so that she let out a shriek of surprise and a little fear.
Her wrist was locked in my grip before she could register it, and she let out a little whine at the sudden lack of pressure on her pussy.
I grabbed her other wrist before she could even think to move it south from her breast.
“You think you know how all this works now that you’ve finally been fucked?” I said, only an inch from her face. She was panting, and she shook her head. “Good. There’s a lot for you to learn. Like about being punished for bad behavior.”
She gasped, the tiniest sound, and I felt it in my aching balls. “P-punished?”
Oh, she was dying to know, and not just out of some intellectual curiosity. Her body wanted exactly what I was itching to give.
In seconds, I was pulling her up from the bed by her wrists.
She wobbled on her feet, and I transferred her two slim wrists into one of my hands. I moved to sit at the foot of my bed, still holding her, standing and shaking and soaking wet in front of me.
“You’re going to lay across my lap like a good girl, with that tight little ass in the air. And then you’re going to take it as Daddy spanks you until you’ve made up for what you’ve done.”
Her eyes grew wide, her full lips parting in surprise.
But I could see from the diamond-hard peaks of her nipples, the way she shifted on her feet, that she was excited by the concept.
Exactly what I wanted.
I let her wrists go, which seemed to surprise her again.
“Undress yourself,” I told her sternly. “Your ass is going to be bare when I spank it.” I was twitching at the thought of seeing my red handprints on her full cheeks.
It’d be a beautiful sight.
Even better was the sight of her following my orders.
Her hands shook a little as she undid the buttons of my shirt, and I let myself drink in the sight of those breasts, the berry-sweet nipples, how round and indulgent they looked with her standing topless before me.
A womanly body, perfectly curved, that was only made sweeter by her pure heart.
The thought was mushier than I was used to, and I told myself it was the arousal talking.
My dick was straining hard against my zipper, dying to plunge into her tight pussy or her sweet, inexperienced mouth again. That level of need could turn any man’s brain to sap.
Then it was worse, because Frankie was stripping out of the panties. They were so wet, they stuck to her plump lips as shepeeled them down, and it took all my willpower not to lean in and lick up her wetness.
I’d need to taste her if she earned her right to come.
The second she freed her toes from the barely-there garment, with no more patience left in my aching body, I pulled her roughly down across my lap, letting her feel the hard ridge of my erection against her belly.
I suppressed a groan of pleasure at the weight of her against me.
God, she looked so fucking good like this.
