“You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped when I followed the question with two quick, sharp blows. She’d be bruised, I was sure, and the thought made me feel feral. “Yes, Daddy. I’m so, so wet. And…throbbing.” The word came out like a whine. Oh, sweet lord.
“I know it, angel,” I said. Another smack. Another, and she cried out, twitched. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. Smack, smack, smack. “Yes, please, Daddy, Ineedto come.”
She was near screaming. But not near enough.
“But angel,” I said slowly, “bad girls don’t get to come. Not until they learn from their mistakes. Not until they make it up to me.”
She might have almost come apart with the last sharp slap I delivered to her heated skin.
That was what the moan, the squirm, the way she clutched at my leg beneath her told me.
And then I couldn’t take it anymore.
If I couldn’t make her come yet, which I wouldn’t on principle, it was about time my aching dick got some relief, at least. It was time for her lessons.
“Can you stand?” I asked her once she’d caught her breath. She seemed resigned somehow.
I could feel it in the way she’d gone more limp across my lap.
Like she accepted that she wouldn’t come until I felt she’d earned it, and there was no need to keep fighting.
Surrender.
Exactly what I wanted.
“Yes,” she said, and I let the lack of title slide as she brought herself to her feet in front of me. Her face was red, her eyes lit with a fire that told me she was still burning up with lust, even though I could see the streaks of tears on her cheeks.
And god, her body was a fucking siren song, all flushed and ready. I wanted so badly to touch her, but instead I stuck to my plan.
“You took the spanking well, angel, but there’s more to be done for you to make amends. Get on your knees.”
A slight quirk to her brows told me she knew what I was planning—and that she looked forward to it, too.
As she followed the orders and crouched before me, I leaned back a little, propping my hands underneath me on the mattress to keep them from wandering toward her.
I nodded down toward my aching erection, the clear bulge at the front of my pants.
“This will be your first official lesson in pleasing me with your mouth. Pay attention, do your best, and if you impress me…your sweet little pussy will get exactly what it wants.”
It was almost cute how she scrambled to undo my belt. The urgency, her need for her own orgasm and, I suspected, her excitement to learn exactly how to drive me wild with her mouth.
When she succeeded in tugging down my zipper and freeing my cock, it practically sprung from the fabric, hard and pulsing and gleaming at the tip with precum.
The way I wanted this woman couldn’t be healthy.
And god help me, she licked her lips at the sight of it.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” I asked her, and met her gaze as she replied.
“Yes, Daddy. You’re so…pretty.”
Christ. Fuck.You’re the pretty one,my stupid lust-dazed thoughts said, and I didn’t let the words escape. I’d had years of training to prevent such a thing.
“Then take me in your mouth nice and slow, and let me show you how best to suck me off.”
