Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Jorge
I stare at Liesel for a moment. “What kind of adventurous?”
“You know I like it when you spank me. Can we use something besides your hand?”
“We can, but I’ve never brought a woman here, Liesel. I don’t have toys or implements I recycle on women. I don’t have any paddles, crops, or whips.”
I’m adamant she knows I wouldn’t use anything on her that I’ve shared with another woman. I think it reassures her, and I’m certain she prefers it, even if it’s inconvenient.
“You have belts.”
“No, absolutely not. I will not lash you with a belt the first time you receive a spanking with something more than my hand. We will build up to that unless you do something that risks your safety or someone else’s.
Then it’ll be a punishment, and you won’t enjoy anything about it.
I’d rather not associate your first memories of a toy or implement with a punishment, but I will if I have to. ”
I feel the shiver running along her spine. She could shy away from the dominance in my voice and the threat of corporal punishment. Instead, she leans into it. I don’t know that she wants to test my promise, but it arouses her to think of me commanding her like that.
I tug her closer and inhale. I yank her t-shirt over her head and shove her bra out of the way. I latch onto her nipple and suck so hard she yelps. When I pull back, I slap it.
“You like the idea of me punishing you. You want it even more than you did the spankings I gave you in the hotel. I smell your arousal, Liesel. It makes me want to lick your cunt until you come on my tongue.”
“I’d be embarrassed by the first half of what you said, Daddy, if the second half didn’t set my pussy ablaze.”
“I will undress you.”
Because I have control of this situation and of her.
But we both recognize it’s because she allows it.
She doesn’t doubt for a moment that I’d stop the instant she told me to.
I’m only doing this because she consents.
Oh, how she consents. I can practically hear her thoughts since her face is so expressive.
Yes, please. Right this fucking moment, please.
I unfasten her jeans and push them down her hips. We both took our shoes off at the door when we came back from the greenhouse. She steps out of her pants before I toe the jeans and fling them aside.
“What the fuck are these, chiquita?”
“Panties, Daddy.”
“Do you think you should be wearing them?”
“Um—no?”
“You may wear a bra because I know it would embarrass you not to. But you will not wear panties again. When I want to see, touch, taste, or smell your cunt, you will not have anything in my way. I may not be so demanding as to insist you only wear skirts and dresses, but you won’t put any more layers between your cunt and me ever again. Am I clear, chiquita?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck this is hot.
“You will throw all your panties away in the morning. If I find any, I will burn them.”
“Will you go commando for me?”
I wrap my hand in her hair and tug until she’s looking up at me. I reach around her and unfasten her bra, stripping her of it as I speak.
“Do you want every person within ten feet of me to know you keep me hard morning, noon, and night? That just the thought of you makes me want to drive my cock into your mouth, pussy, or ass. That when you’re near me, I’m like a wild beast barely kept in his cage.
If you want anyone and everyone to see my hard-on, then sure, I’ll go commando. ”
“No. It’ll make people stare. Then I’ll assume they want what’s mine. I’ll scratch their motherfucking eyes out and cut out their tongues.”
Her eyes widen at her declaration. It’s a good thing I can read lips, even when they’re barely moving because I understand what she says more to herself than me.
Where the hell did that come from?
I stare at her for a moment before I slap her other breast. I trail the tip of my tongue from her shoulder to just behind her ear. When I nip at her earlobe, it must sting. I tug until her head tilts toward my lips.
“Promise, chiquita?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. I like you feisty and possessive. On your knees.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I unfasten my pants and push them, along with my boxer briefs, low enough for my cock to spring free.
“Lick it all.”
My hand’s still in her hair, so I control her head. I push down but not hard enough to hurt her neck. She obeys my command, flicking her tongue along the ridge on the underside. I groan, adding more pressure to her head.
“Do you know how good you look licking my cock?”
“No, Daddy. I don’t.”
“It’s about the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, chica. Suck.”
She slides her mouth down my length, taking as much as she can. She sucks harder when I groan again.
“Fuck, baby girl. I love to listen to you speak because you’re brilliant. I love watching you suck me off because you’re sexy as fuck.”
She works my cock for a couple minutes, but she squeals in surprise when I lift her off the floor.
I place her on her belly on the bed, facing me, before I guide my cock back into her mouth.
She’s called my body svelte before. Whatever it is, I take advantage of my height to spank her ass.
I’m not gentle. I crisscross it until it must prickle and feel like a torch’s been lit next to it.
She keeps sucking my dick the whole time.
“Let go and stand in front of the mirror.”
I have a full length one beside the dresser, closer to the door than the window.
I turn her, so she has to look over her shoulder to see her ass.
She sees the faint outline of my hand in a few places.
She knows I’m walking to and from the bathroom, but she appears too mesmerized to watch me, even as I get naked too.
“This, just like your tits and pussy, is mine. Come here.”
I walk past her to the armchair in the corner near the window. She follows me, slightly trepidatious since she sees her hairbrush in my hand. I have something in the other one that she can’t see; it’s just clear my hand’s wrapped around an object.
“Straddle me.”
She follows my directions and eases herself onto my lap. She takes too long.
“Unless I tell you to do something slowly, I expect you to obey immediately.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Does she sound as breathless and horny to herself as she does to me?
What I have in my hand is small enough that I can completely hide it in my curled fingers.
She has no idea what’s coming. My thumb rubs her clit with just enough pressure to leave her frustrated.
I know she wants to squirm, but she knows I won’t allow it.
Being at my mercy, wondering what I’ll do next, consumes all her attention.
I don’t want her think about anything else because that’s what she needs right now.
She’s not wondering about her family.
She’s not feeling guilty for how things ended with Bastian.
She’s not scared about being in a new city where she only knows my family and me.
She’s not worried about where she’ll work.
She’s not terrified more people will come after her or her dad.
She can just focus on the here and now.
She knows I’m giving her that.
I understand without her asking. I know she feels out of control, so I’m showing her that I have it, and I’ll use my control to take care of her.
Can anyone who doesn’t long for this push-pull, give and take, dominance and submission fully understand this? Do most people consider this nuts?
I haven’t considered it much, to be honest, because I’ve been into BDSM since I was in college.
But what I’m sharing with Liesel is far beyond just the acts.
It feeds my emotional and physical needs on such an elemental level—a level I didn’t know exists.
Now I desperately need this with her, and I think I always will.
This isn’t just about the crisis we’re still in the midst of. This is far deeper within me.
I open my hand, and she spies one of her smallest hair ties. She explained while we were unpacking her toiletries that it’s a tiny rubber band from a package she used the last time she grew out bangs because they would annoy her.
I rub her clit harder and faster until she can’t keep from shifting, her sore ass pressing against my steely thighs. I tilt her hips forward and wrap the rubber band around her clit.
“You will tell me the moment this goes from uncomfortable and unfamiliar to concerning or painful. Whether you use the safe word or not. Do you understand me, Liesel?”
“Yes, Jorge. I promise.”
The seriousness in my voice makes her respond in kind. I’m certain the sensation is odd. A more intense version of what she’s felt when I’ve pinched her clit in the past. From her expression, there’s a throb that makes her want more, not less.
“Lie over my lap, chica.”
My tone isn’t gentle per se. It’s just not as demanding. I help position her.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Sauerkraut.”
“Good girl. Hold onto my ankle or put your hands on the floor if you’re tempted to reach back.”
“I know.”
Before she can wonder if I’ll ask if she’s ready, the back of her hairbrush lands across her ass.
“Heilige Schei?e.” Holy fuck.
Whack.
“Verdammt, das tut weh.” Motherfucker, that hurts.
“Breathe through it, Liesel, or I stop.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She inhales, and I feel her body relax. I don’t think she’d noticed how rigid she’d gone.
“The more you tense, the more it’ll hurt, little one.”
“I’ll try.”
My hand sweeps over her ass before I rub away some of the burn.
“I know you will, chica. You’re being so brave.”
I swat her ass two more times on each cheek—right, left, left, right. Her back arches, and she grabs my ankle to keep from reaching back. I can guess what she’s thinking right about now.
Why the fuck did I ask for this?
The next one lands on the underside of her ass, right in the middle. Her thighs squeeze.
“Your needy little pussy likes how it feels when you do that. Is your clit begging to rub against something as it grows more and more sensitive? Do you need me to fill you with my cock?”
My questions make her moan.
“Are you aching for any kind of relief to how empty you feel right now?”
Her body relaxes over my lap as she focuses solely on how badly her pussy needs my attention. That’s why she’s unprepared for me to spank her with the bristles. It’s not as hard as the other ones, but it makes her yelp, nonetheless.
“Your ass looks delectable, chiquita. Red with white dots now.”
“If you say so.”
I guide her outside leg over one of my knees, opening them wide to me. She screams when the back of the brush lands against her exposed cunt.
“Daddy!”
If that wasn’t bad enough, I pluck the rubber band from her clit. The rush of blood back into it is nearly too much.
“Fuck. I’m seeing stars. It’s like my body no longer belongs to me.”
As I move her how I want, her confession slips out as though she didn’t mean to share it aloud. She goes along with what I demand. Her mind’s likely scrambled from myriad sensations. Before she knows it, she’s straddling me again, and I surge into her.
“Schei?e, Daddy!” Fuck, Daddy!
She doesn’t even know what language to speak or think in. She grasps my shoulders and holds on as she rides me. I thrust over and over, rocking her hips, making her clit grind against my pubic bone.
“Do you want to come, Liesel?”
“Yes. So badly.”
“Ask.”
“Please, may I come, Daddy?”
“Yes. Five…Four…Three…Two…Now.”
Her orgasm erupts.
“Daddy!”
“Yes?”
She pants as she speaks, but I understand every word. “That’s probably—the most powerful one—I’ve ever had—and—that’s saying something—since the ones you’ve given me—far surpass anything—any other man—or you—have before. I’ve never—had one on command—like that.”
She rides me, not realizing she compared me to her past. I take it as a compliment, if not a challenge to keep rocking her world.
“Daddy, I have a sudden urge to pee that I’ve never had before during sex. I’m fighting it. It’s so strange.”
It must pass because her face relaxes. But then there’s a stream of liquid dripping from her.
“Did I—did I just squirt?”
“Yes.”
My voice’s ragged when I answer. She was looking down at my now wet lap, but my tone jerks her attention to me. She sees I’m barely holding on. I doubt my gaze has ever been so intense.
I stand then carry her to the bed. She’s barely on her feet before I spin her and press her against the bed.
I spread her ass cheeks, and she knows what’s coming next.
She relaxes as the tip of my cock presses against her rosebud.
As I slide my lubed cock—her cunt did that for me—into her, she bares down to make it easier for me to enter her.
Then I’m squeezing her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them up.
She clenches the sheets, prepared for me to pound into her.
Instead, I’m slow as I try to be incredibly gentle while I move within her.
I’m sure she feared I might lose control and fuck her like a sex doll.
From her expression as she looks over her shoulder at me, maybe she almost wishes I would. To be desired that much…
But I don’t, even though I want her that intensely.
I’m careful with her because as strong as my desire to fuck her is, my desire to never harm her is far stronger.
I let go of her left ass cheek and glide my hand up her damp back.
The heel of my hand presses into knots as I travel between her shoulder blades and up to her shoulder.
I grip her as I draw back then ease into her, rocking against her.
“Fuck, baby girl. I’m going to come.”
Before she can say anything, I pulse within her. I feel the spurts of cum, and she clenches around me, milking my cock.
“I want to fall asleep inside you, chiquita. Buried to my balls with my cum trapped in there.”
“Figure out how to get us onto the bed, and you can do whatever the hell you want as long as you’re inside me.”
Soon a wave of sleepiness sweeps over me. I’m certain she must feel the same.
“It’s been a long day, chiquita. We both need some sleep.”
“I know. I can barely keep my eyes open.”
We’re hardly graceful as we climb onto the bed. We both reach around for the covers and draw them over us. We wind up laughing until I spoon her. I brush hair off her shoulder and kiss it.
“Are you okay, little one?”
“Far better than okay, big one.”
I chuckle. “That was amazing, Liesel. I’ve never—”
“Neither have I. I’ve never squirted, and I’ve never—I don’t know. Surrendered?”
“Being in control of anything has never felt that special. Your trust in me—it’s everything to me.”
There’s a pregnant pause, like we both want to declare our feelings, but neither of us do. Instead, we settle against each other. I don’t know when she falls asleep, but I pass out hard still buried in her.