11. Stella
Stella
“O hhhh,” I moan as I wake up. Vito is between my legs, his lips wrapped firmly around my clit with at least three fingers inside my pussy, working me closer to the edge. “Daddy, yes, please, don’t stop.”
He growls, and the vibrations send little shocks through my core as I attempt to hold onto my sanity. Nipping my clit while dragging it between his teeth, my body explodes without warning, and I feel myself gushing all over his face.
Crying out when he doesn’t stop, I’m helpless in his hold, and I’ve never felt more secure in my life. This man is giving me everything, and all he asks for in return is my submission.
“That’s it, sugar, just like a good girl.” Crawling up my body, his face glistens with my release, and embarrassment flares up my chest, throat, and cheeks as he starts working his hand up and down his cock. “I’m going to bless you with the same thing I just got.
Fascinated, I watch Vito jerk himself off over my belly until he comes.
Long jets of thick cream explode from the tiny hole in the head, spraying up my chest and adorning my boobs, throat, and chin.
I moan as he comes all over me, painting me like his own canvas, and my heart quickens for more of him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper against his lips as he drops his head down to me. “Will you rub some in my pussy?”
“Jesus.” His head shakes back and forth as he lets out a warm chuckle while doing as I asked. “You are going to keep surprising me, aren’t you?”
“I try.” Spreading my legs for him, he scoops up his batter and massages it into my pussy until there’s none left.
With a swat to the side of my ass, I melt for him. Not understanding what it is about a spanking that gets me so hot, but I love it.
“You’re a spanking lover, huh?” Nodding, he grins like he’s won the lottery. “What else do you like?”
Too embarrassed to speak the words, I grab his free hand and drag it up my body to wrap his fingers around my throat and husk out, “This, please.” Last night opened me up to things I never knew I’d like.
“You want Daddy choking this pretty little throat?” I nod enthusiastically for him. “Anything else?”
I squirm and stutter, “Uhm…it’s just…uh.” My eyes close, and I force out, “Breeding, that was hot.”
“Interesting.” His amused tone makes my pussy flutter to be filled.
Climbing my body, he leans in and murmurs in my ear, “Can I tell you how much I loved hurting you last night? I want to do more. I want clamps for these fat nipples, and I want a wand for this slutty clit to make you come so much it hurts, and fuck , I want an oversized plug for your ass so you can be filled in both holes at the same time.”
Holding my breath, he releases a sinister chuckle that perks my body up.
“I want to fuck you so hard it hurts, sugar.” The malice vibrating through him should terrify me, but somehow, I know that even while he’s causing me pain, he won’t go overboard.
I hope.
“Daddy, I really need a spanking. A hard one.” I’ve read enough BDSM books in my adult life to know that I have certain kinks. Not enough to want to immerse myself in the lifestyle, but certain aspects call to me.
When Vito pulls back, he’s unreadable as he grabs my hand and drags me up from the bed. Following behind him, he opens the double closet doors to reveal a spanking bench in the middle of the room.
Thick cushioned leather covers the main part of the apparatus, with a spot to rest the top part of my body, so I don’t fall over on my face. But then I notice the matching straps on the legs, which will hold my legs open and in place, and another set at the top part of the bench for my arms.
My heart hammers in my chest as he ushers me closer with a hand on my back until the tops of my thighs hit the leather and he bends me over. “Daddy?” I realize what I said, but man, this is intimidating.
Vito ignores me as he positions my body how he wants me. Strapping each ankle in place, then moving around to grab my wrists and drag me down to tie them too. Satisfied with his handiwork, he opens a drawer in a cabinet against the wall and takes out a bottle of oil, a silk tie, and a scrunchy.
“Fucking beautiful like this. You know that?” Whimpering, a chill works up my spine as he ties my hair up gently before blindfolding me. “I promise you’re going to enjoy this, sugar.” I don’t say anything as he rustles around the room.
Hearing him pop the top of the oil and the sound of it hitting his palm, he lathers his hands together, hopefully to warm it up. When he finally touches me, I press into the hands on my back, loving how gentle but firm they are.
Apprehension evaporates as he massages my body, working me into a relaxed state until he’s behind me, and I recognize that this is when the spanking will commence. I thought I was prepared, but I’m not.
His hand comes down, not too hard but enough for me to hear it before feeling the sting. He doesn’t soothe me this time; instead, he pelts smaller slaps around both ass cheeks until he’s pinkened every inch.
When he caresses down to the tops of my thighs and hits my pussy lips with his fingertips, the pain begins settling in, but not enough for me to ask him to stop.
It’s hypnotizing and licentious. Addicting. Never knowing where he’s going to touch me next, but giving me everything I need without having to ask for it. I’m lost in the exhilaration, the magic of his hand delivering painful yet erotic sensations to every inch of my body.
“Sugar?” His hot breath in my ear and caring voice bring me back from the brink. “You with me?”
Feeling his finger swipe across my cheek, I realize I’ve been crying. “It was wonderful. There was a peacefulness to it.” Smiling as he removes the blindfold, I notice concern in his eyes.
“I stopped a few minutes ago. Couldn’t get your attention.” Brushing his lips across my forehead, he unties my hands and massages my shoulders before helping me up. It’s then that I realize he’s already released my legs. “You sure were beautiful.”
Spinning me around, he wraps me in his arms and steadies me on my feet, taking my mouth in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. He makes love to me with his tongue and pours everything he’s feeling into it, and I can only hope he knows I feel the same.
Vito is not the man I thought he would be; he’s so much more, and as he sips at my lips, tilting my head just as he likes, I realize I love this man with my entire heart and soul.
Giving myself to him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I recognize that we don’t know each other very well right now, but we have so much time.
So many opportunities to explore who we are and what we want from life together.
“Daddy,” I whisper into his lips; he hums in response. “Thank you. I’ve never felt like that before.”
Our eyes meet, and he softens before saying, “You scared the devil out of me, but fuck was it an honor to send you into subspace, and I can’t wait to do it again.”
He kisses me, then leads me to the bathroom where he runs me a bath to soak in while he makes breakfast—pancakes, fresh fruit, bacon, and whipping cream, with a fresh pot of coffee.
If not for the memories of the shooting, I think I would be in heaven right now.