Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

He loved this. Loved the games. Loved making her decide her own fate, when they both knew full well the real decision was his. It was wicked and cruel, and Charlie was absolutely soaked.

If he touched her clit right now, she’d probably explode into a million pieces. But he wasn’t going to do that. She was already squirming with need and his threats and tricks were driving her closer to the edge.

Poor Charlie. He almost felt bad for her. Or would have, if he wasn’t hard as a rock and enjoying her predicament so much. “Having trouble keeping your legs spread, sweetheart?” He’d noticed her trying to inch them close.

“It’s—it’s the position. It’s hard to keep them that way.” She squirmed a little, shifting her canted hips.

He was sure that was half true. “Good point. Okay, let’s fix that.” The look of relief on her face was gone an instant later when he changed the position of the pillow under her. “Bend your knees and pull your legs up, Charlie.”

“Oh no!”

He laughed and didn’t reply. She’d guessed how he was planning to pose her. He lifted her heels and pushed her legs back, as her knees bent reluctantly. “Hold them and don’t let go.”

With one arm wrapped around each leg, her dripping pussy was fully exposed, and gaped obscenely like a hungry mouth. He couldn’t resist leaning in to drag one long, slow lick right up the center, between her spread lips.

Charlie shuddered and a low moan trickled out. “Please Daddy, more of that. Please?”

Sam brushed his lips across her clit, as if giving her a chaste kiss in the most unchaste place possible. He ignored her whimper and moved back off the bed. “Now, you wanted one really hard stroke with the belt, right?”

Her eyes had been half-closed as she soaked up the sensual pleasure, but now they flew open. “You didn’t say really hard! You just said hard,” she blurted.

“Must have slipped my mind,” he said, shrugging as he moved to the bottom of the bed and centered himself.

“Can I change my mind?”

It was almost worth saying yes, just to see if she actually would. “Nope.” He could see her eyes widen, as she stared at him from between her spread legs.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she waited, but her excitement never dried up. There was a growing wet spot underneath to show how aroused she was. If his cock hadn’t already been aching to plunge into her body… it sure as hell would be now.

“I said this was punishment, but I think it’s pretty obvious it hasn’t all been punishment.” He lifted an eyebrow and waited until she nodded.

“But this last stroke will be both punishment and a warning. I’m not forcing you to tell me your secret, because you promised me it’s a harmless surprise, and I trust you. But if it turns out you haven’t told me the truth… you’re going to find yourself in this position again. It won’t be for just one, and there won’t be any fun in it for you. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

The quaver was a little worrying, but he’d decided to let things play out, so that’s what he was going to do. “Good. You’re going to keep holding those legs and you’re not going to let them go until I say. No matter how much this hurts. Got that, sweetheart? You keep those legs up and spread for me so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “O-okay, but what if…”

The question was expected. Charlie always liked to know what the penalty was, so she could decide if it was worth it. “If you let go, it doesn’t count, and you get another.”

She drew in her breath sharply and took a better grip on her legs. Her fingers were pressing so tightly into her thighs now, that he could see the skin turning white around them. He doubted they’d get away from her.

“Good girl.” He picked up the belt and shook it out. Her eyes were on him as he took up his stance and wrapped half of the belt around his fist. He grabbed the tail end and held it by the tip so he could aim it.

There were various ways to use a belt. When he spanked her with it, he often doubled it over and used the loop on her. This area needed something a bit different. He would use it like a quirt—holding the end with one hand, and releasing it as his other wrist snapped and let it fly forward.

He took a few practice swings, because this was going to require precise targeting. She jumped and let out little sounds every time the belt hit the bed just under her spread legs. But he was a cowboy, and he was damn good with any kind of leather strap or whip. The belt would land exactly where he intended, and Charlie knew that all too well.

When he was lined up and his aim was dead-on, he warned her. It was only fair. “Get ready, darlin. Remember to hold those legs tight.”

He could have tied her in place just as easily. Easier really, to use ropes to put her in an even more vulnerable position. If it had been more than one, he probably would have, but having to hold her own legs up and open while he brought the length of leather down on her exposed pussy was part of the punishment.

Plus… he enjoyed looking at her like this. Trembling, trying her best to be a good girl, fighting her own nature to please him. Charlie was showing the deeper side of her submission now, and it was hot.

He swung the loose tail of the belt down from shoulder height, letting go of the tip at just the right moment to snap it. The leather crashed down on her soaked, pulsing pussy lips with perfect accuracy. The short-cropped thatch of hair cushioned a lot of the sting, he was sure, but her clit, swollen and peeking out, would not have been protected.

Charlie bucked up, a loud cry wrenched from her throat, but she didn’t let go of her legs. If anything, she tightened her grip in desperation.

He dropped the belt and took a moment to enjoy the sight of his beautiful wife. Her bright red ass was splotched with marks from his hand, and her clit seemed to stand up defiantly, as if begging for more. It was a shame the curly hair hid most of her mound. He was sure the lips were red and puffy underneath.

She stared at him from between her legs, pleading silently with watery eyes. A tear tracked its way down the side of her face. “Daddy?” Strain showed in the question, as she waited.

“Just another minute, Charlie girl. You can do that for Daddy, right?”

Her mouth snapped shut, lips pressed tightly together. He imagined she was holding back some sassy comment, but he was going to make it worth her while. Her expression changed when his clothes began to drop to the floor one piece at a time.

Sam watched her while he undressed, enjoying her position, and also the barely contained eagerness in her eyes. When he was done, he climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. Waiting one more moment was impossible, he buried his face between her thighs and dragged his tongue up through her folds.

When he lifted his head, his face dripped with her juices. He looked her right in the eyes as he swept his tongue across his bottom lip, savoring her taste. “Mmm. Delicious.”

She wrinkled her nose. Her face was already red from the exertion of holding her position, but he had a feeling he’d have seen a blush there if it hadn’t been.

He grinned as he pulled the pillow out from under her. “I knew you could be a good girl, if you were motivated enough. You can let go, Charlie. I’ll hold them for you now. Just pop them right over my shoulders and get comfortable.”

She didn’t waste any time obeying him. As soon as her legs were draped down his back, he hooked his arms around her thighs and dragged her to his mouth, ready to lick and suck every drop of pleasure from her body. His need was as great as hers and he doubted either of them needed more foreplay.

There was nothing slow or gentle about his hunger. There was no teasing from his tongue. He devoured her. Her clit pulsed as his mouth fastened around it, sucking with a steady pressure that had her ass rising of the bed. She cried out, “Daddy, oh fuck, yes!” as the orgasm hit her.

But it had been too fast. He hadn’t had her in his mouth for long enough yet, so when he released her clit from the suction, he immediately switched to using his tongue instead. Flattened and stroking across the sensitive little nub, he drove her until her legs shook as she strained. He could feel her whole body tightening like a spring, whimpering and moaning as the second orgasm rushed through her.

She tried to push him away saying, “Too much. Too much, Daddy, please.”

He gave her a few seconds of relief from the intense pleasure, but only so he could direct his tongue to her entrance. He fucked her with it, driving it in and out as her hips rolled up to take him deeper.

There was no music he loved more than the sounds of Charlie crawling through waves of pleasure. Her heels drummed against his back providing a baseline in harmony with her cries. It fed his desire, made him want to continue his feast.

He ached to sheathe his cock in her, and without noticing, his own hips had begun to rock, straining as he sought friction against the blankets. It was good, in a frustrating way that drove him crazy. He wanted, needed more, but he could hold out a little longer.

Maybe.

One more orgasm, he promised himself. One more and then he’d satisfy himself. As much as she liked the thrusting of his tongue, it was too shallow to bring her to climax. He moved back to her clit, lapping at the stiff little nub.

She arched, hips grinding against his mouth for more. One hand fisted in his hair. “Please, please, please.” It was more moaning than speaking. The words were practically incoherent, but the tone was obvious.

He let go of her hips and shifted his position so he could bring his hands into play. His fingers spread her wide, and then he bore down, tongue flying frantically as he licked and stroked her into a frenzy.

Her head thrashed and a trickle of nonsense babble spilled out at an ever-rising pitch and tempo. It was a good thing they didn’t have any neighbors, because she didn’t hold back as he dragged her into that last orgasm. It hit her whole body with such intensity that she stiffened, and a long wail exploded from her mouth at full volume.

Raggedly panting and incoherent, she went from tugging at his hair to bring his head closer, to trying to push his mouth off her as she whined. She’d reached the limit she could take without making him fight for it. It was too much, and he knew from experience that she was nothing but sensations and emotions in that moment.

He resisted, but only for a few seconds, and then he pushed back onto his knees. His cock stood up straight, leaking precum from the tip as it dipped and strained to reach her. But he was done holding back.

She’d rolled onto her side as soon as he’d released her, flopped there bonelessly. He could hear her making happy little moaning sounds as her body pulsed with pleasure shocks.

He grabbed her hip to roll her back. “Not quite done with you yet, sweetheart.”

Her eyes were closed, and the lashes fluttered but didn’t open. She made a protesting sound and pushed at his hands. “No more, Daddy. Fuck, I’ll die if you bring me over one more time.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t be a bad way to go though, would it?”

Charlie grumbled, but didn’t have the energy to fight much, as he spread her legs again and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock dipped between her folds, swirling around until the head was soaked with her juices and then he nudged against her entrance with a shallow thrust to warn her.

One eye popped open and she squinted at him. “Maybe…” Suddenly her body relaxed, and her legs stopped straining to close. She became more cooperative, shifting her hips to welcome him in.

“I thought you said no more?” He eased in an inch or so. She was slippery and ready. He rocked his hips back and forth with short, teasing thrusts.

She squirmed. “This is different.” Her voice sounded raw from all the noise she’d made, but there was an awakening eagerness underlying it. She let out a low moan as he pushed a little further in.

That sound made things clench in his lower body and he realized he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He pulled out of her, positioned himself with one hand and snapped his hips forward to claim her in one deep thrust that rocked them both.

She groaned and grabbed at him, “Yes, just like that. Fuck me hard, Daddy. Deep and hard.” She canted her hips and bucked a little, demanding.

He’d already intended to, but the demand made him want to deny her, and he pulled back, letting his cock slide from her with a wet slurping sound that made it clear how very aroused she was. “Is that an order, darlin?”

Charlie’s expression twisted and she opened her mouth to snap something… and then thought better of it. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly instead. Only after that did she say, “Please?”

He pretended to consider her request. “Hmm.” One eyebrow went up as he watched her expression, but finally, slowly, he nudged her entrance and began to ease back into the welcoming heat. He took his time, making them both crazy, just to teach her a lesson, but he didn’t have the patience to keep it up.

Apparently neither did she. After only a few languid strokes, Charlie began to work her muscles around him, squeezing and flexing as she stroked his length and drew him in deeper. Submissive or not, his wife had a way of getting what she wanted.

It was his turn to groan, and a grin tilted her mouth when she heard it. She thought she’d won, and she had—for the moment. He’d have his revenge later, when she least expected it.

“Brat!” He tried to sound stern, but even he could hear the hunger in his voice. He gave up trying to make her wait, he was only punishing himself. He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed home again, but this time he didn’t stop.

She wanted hard and fast and that’s what she’d get.

As soon as he was balls deep in her, he was yanking his hips back, only to slam home again, and then again, jackhammer style. The whole bed rocked from the punishing pace, and Sam had to pin Charlie to the mattress, as the hard thrusts kept moving her away from him.

His thumbs dug into her thighs as he held her still. Hips snapped hard, and with every stroke there was a meaty slapping sound as their bodies connected. He was so close… nearly there.

A pulsing ripple went through her core, tightening around him and gripping at his length as he pulled back. The sensation dragged him over the edge with little warning. His balls tightened and drew up, just as he hit his climax and exploded inside of her with a hot gush.

The even rhythm turned erratic as his hips jerked wildly. He barely managed a few more shallow thrusts before he was slipping out of her body. His cock, still half-hard, dripped with their combined juices.

Charlie had collapsed as soon as he pulled out. She sprawled there making soft whimpering sounds, and he blew out a gusty sigh as he flopped down next to her. His body ached, mostly in a good way, although his back was going to hate him in the morning. He’d been a little too vigorous with the fucking maybe, but he didn’t regret it.

It took a minute for him to catch his breath, so his chest stopped heaving. It took a little longer to get the energy to move, but as soon as he could, he shifted to close the distance between them and brushed her with his shoulder. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

It wasn’t an idle question; those hard thrusts could make her sore sometimes. It wasn’t something they indulged in all that often. Her body needed a lot of preparation to be able to accept him that deep without lingering pain.

She’d felt ready, and she’d wanted it, but that didn’t always mean her body was on board. “Mmm, good. Blissed out,” she murmured. Her voice was sleepy.

“Any pain?”

“My butt hurts.” She rolled away from him and then wiggled back until her ass was pressed against his thighs. The skin was still hot to the touch.

“What about the rest of you?” He draped his arm over her.

“Good… achy, but in a good way,” she assured him. A second later she sighed. “I should go get cleaned up, but I have no energy.”

“You’ll regret it if you don’t. Besides, the bed is a mess.” He needed to do the same but had just as little interest. “We better do it now before we pass out.” Neither of them was going to last long if they kept lying there.

She grumbled but didn’t move. Finally, when he felt his eyes sliding shut, he forced himself to sit up. “C’mon Charlie girl.” He smacked her thigh, without much force, and then landed another, much harder spank when the first didn’t get a response.

That one worked.

She squealed and rolled to the far end of the bed. The dirty look she sent his way made him grin, but she was up and taking care of business, which was all that mattered.

While he waited his turn in the bathroom, he straightened the bed. The top blanket was a wet, sticky mess, and while it had been fun getting it that way, he didn’t want to encounter an unpleasant spot in the middle of the night.

Luckily blankets were one thing they had plenty of, and after he remade the rest of the bed, he pulled a fresh one from the linen closet and was just settling it in place when Charlie returned. She stood in the doorway, still naked. “My hero. I wasn’t looking forward to fixing the mess we made.” She yawned.

Sam gave the blanket one last tug and then folded the top down. “My pleasure, darlin.” He chuckled, adding, “Literally. Hop in, and I’ll join you in a few.” He stopped to kiss her and give her ass a little pat as they crossed paths.

A few minutes later he was back from the bathroom, settling into bed next to her and yawning. “Man, I’m wiped. So much work.”

She snorted. “Poor baby. Life is so rough for you,” she said as she snuggled up close and threw a leg over his. “Nothing but work, work, work, huh?”

“Yep. It’s a tough life. You should have more sympathy for your Daddy. It ain’t easy keeping you in line, you know.”

“Uh-huh. As if you didn’t love it,” she retorted.

She was right. He did love it, most of the time anyway. He wrapped an arm around her and snugged her tight against his chest. “Shh. Sleep.”

“Bossy.” It was an automatic response. Her voice was too soft and sleepy sounding for it to really be a complaint.

“You love it,” he said anyway, because that was also true. It was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.