Chapter 32
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Reuben thrust his fingers in and out of her. Slow, then fast.
God. It was so good.
“So that’s . . . how . . . I get you to do . . . what I want?” she asked breathlessly as he moved up to three fingers, stretching her.
“Sassy brat,” he muttered.
She let out a small moan.
“Easy, baby, you can take me. That’s it. Look at you, taking all three of my fingers. Need to stretch you for my cock.”
How big was that monster?
“The answer is very big.”
Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?
“Because I don’t want you to,” he told her firmly. “I want to hear all these thoughts going on in your mind. I also want you down on your knees, mouth open while I fuck your face. Although that will have to wait. Baby, you are so damn wet.”
“I’m sorry. Too wet? I can go to the bathroom and clean up.”
“Faith,” he said sternly as she started to move. “You do not move without my permission, understand?”
Oh heck.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl. You think being wet is a bad thing? It’s not. All it means is that I’ve done my job right turning you on. And you’re going to take me so well.”
Fudge.
A small whimper escaped her. She didn’t think she’d ever been this wet before, so she guessed he was right and it was all him.
But then, the things he did to her . . . they were wicked. Depraved.
And she liked them all.
“I’m in control right now. I always like to be in charge. In the bedroom and out.”
“It doesn’t get tiring? Boring? Feel like a chore?”
He slid his fingers from her pussy and she let out a moan of displeasure. Oh no, she’d turned him off with all her talking.
He stood. “Stand up, baby, and lean back against me.”
The world spun slightly as she moved, but he drew her against him, supporting her. He reached around her and captured her throat in his hand. Just lightly grasping, not cutting off her air.
But she knew that at any moment, he could tighten his hold. Her heart raced. He was so much stronger than she was.
“Scared, baby?” he whispered.
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Because you know that Daddy would never hurt his Little Blossom, don’t you?”
Yes, but were they Daddy and his Little Blossom right now?
Or Sir and his plaything?
His other hand rose to her mouth and she could see that his fingers were wet from her pussy.
Then he pressed his fingers into her mouth.
“Breathe,” he commanded. “In through your nose, then out. And again. If anything scares you, then you slap or pinch me, understand?”
Her eyes widened, but she felt better knowing that if she was overwhelmed, she had a way out.
“Good girl. You are doing so well. Lick my fingers clean. Taste your pussy, your arousal. Doesn’t it taste delicious?”
She wasn’t sure she’d say delicious. But it wasn’t unpleasant.
Go her.
She didn’t have an unpleasant-tasting pussy.
Oh, dear Lord. She couldn’t believe she’d just thought that. He was corrupting her. There was no other explanation.
He moved his hand down to cup her breast.
“The answer is no.”
The answer? What was the freaking question? He had her mind topsy-turvy.
His hand moved down her stomach and then slid under her dress to cup her mound. She couldn’t glance down because his other hand was still around her throat, pressing her back against him.
“I don’t get sick of being in control. I don’t find it a chore. I don’t need a break. This is who I am.”
Her breathing grew faster as he played with her clit. A light touch. Back and forth.
“What about with a Little? Do you find you need a break sometimes from being a Daddy to a Little?”
“I’m starting to think that these questions aren’t just random,” he murmured. “Did you have a Daddy who said he needed a break?”
He sounded disgusted. But there was nothing wrong with needing a breather. With needing to recharge.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a break,” she told him.
“I don’t take breaks. This is my personality. Who I am.”
“I’m a lot,” she whispered as she remembered Matt telling her that. He’d tried to be kind about it. But he’d needed some space.
And she’d understood.
Or she’d tried to pretend that she did.
“That’s bullshit. You’re the least demanding person I know. A lot? I wish you’d need more from me. Because then I could wrap you up in me. Make you need me more.”
Because if she needed him then . . . she wouldn’t leave him?
She thought she was starting to understand this man. And he was so much more than a grumpy boss or a secret caretaker to the people around him.
He was generous and kind.
But he’d never want anyone to know that. It would ruin his rep.
“There won’t be any breaks,” he said firmly. “For either of us. Because this is who we are and you won’t be hiding anything from me, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl. I need to fuck you.”
Oh Lord, she wanted that too.
“Brace your hands on the glass again. Your punishment comes first. And then you get your reward. This one is for running from me tonight as well as the one you’re still owed that we put off. Time to pay up. Remember, you have a safeword.”
Nooo. She really needed to come.
“Can I have the orgasm before the spanking?” she grumbled.
“You cannot. You’re lucky you get to come at all. Run from me again and I’ll spank you, then edge you for hours. And I’ll make you eat some mustard. Understand me?”
Yikes. Mustard too? That was just too mean. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He moved to the side as she leaned over.
Smack!
Oh heck. He had a wallop on him. She’d never quite been spanked like this.
What? With your tits and ass out in a Manhattan penthouse? Nope. Safe to say you’ve definitely never been spanked like this.
Several more smacks landed. Her ass was already hot. Throbbing.
“Daddy,” she moaned. She thought she might get more leniency from Daddy than Sir.
“Calling me Daddy won’t make me go easy on you, Little Blossom,” he told her.
Rats.
Why did he have to be so smart? It felt like he could read her mind.
“Please,” she moaned.
“You’re getting the spanking I think you deserve. Not the one you feel you can endure.”
Umm.
Fudge knuckles.
She could definitely be in trouble here. She’d always told Matt when to stop, hadn’t she? If she started kicking her feet or sobbing, she’d known that would get him to stop.
Oh heck.
Had she been Topping from the bottom?
She hadn’t thought so at the time. She’d just done it on instinct, so perhaps it had been her body trying to protect her or something.
Whatever it had been . . . she was certain that Reuben wouldn’t be swayed from the path he’d decided on.
A sob broke through as her bottom really started to heat up. It was too much. Her legs were shaking. She couldn’t take any more.
“Please, Sir,” she begged. “No more. I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” he asked as he slapped the top of her thighs.
“I’m sorry that I ran off,” she managed to get out.
Yes! Good answer.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he gave her two more smacks. Both to her right cheek.
Oww.
“And what will you do next time?” he asked. Two more to her left cheek.
She rose up onto her tiptoes. “I’ll go straight to you.”
“You will. You will let Daddy protect you. It’s not up to you to decide how to keep yourself safe. That’s my job now.”
Tears were dripping down her face by this time. Her body was wound tight. At least he was going to stop now. Because she didn’t think she’d be sitting comfortably tomorrow.
“Ten more should do it.”
What?
“Nooo,” she moaned.
Slap! Slap!
“Do you get to use that word with me?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“That’s right. You’re getting ten more and you have to count them.”
This was so mean.
Slap!
“Three.”
“Um, baby. Hate to tell you, but when you count, you start with one.”
“But I already had two,” she pointed out, pleased with herself.
“Those two were for telling me no. And you got off lightly.”
Well . . . fudge it all.
That wasn’t cool.
Slap!
“One, two,” she called out.
“Well done.”
She didn’t think he realized how mean he was being . . . or perhaps he did.
After counting out each smack, her voice grew increasingly hoarse. Her bottom was already on fire, and her legs were shaking, weak and wobbly.
She didn’t expect him to drop to his knees behind her, grab her hips and pull her pussy back onto his mouth.
“Oh, God!” she cried out. “Reuben!”
“Sir or Daddy,” he grumbled. Then he slid his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with short, sharp thrusts. A sob of pleasure escaped her.
More.
She needed more.
His thumb moved to rub her clit and it was enough to set her off. She came with a cry that she tried to quickly stifle by turning her head and biting down on her arm.
Reuben moved away from her pussy, standing behind her. “What are you doing? What the fuck is this, Faith?”
Uh-oh.
He tugged her mouth away from her arm. “Why the fuck did you bite yourself?”
“I was trying to keep myself quiet.”
“Why would you want to do that?” he asked.
Because she’d gotten into the habit of keeping herself quiet when she came. The last thing she wanted was for Eric to storm down the stairs to the basement to tell her to shut up.
She shuddered at the thought. “Because I’m a screamer. And you have neighbors.”
“I also have soundproofing. And fuck the neighbors. I want to hear you scream. Do not censor yourself.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Grasping hold of her chin, he tilted her head back so he could kiss her roughly. Then he bit down on her lip. Sharp.
“That’s my good girl. No more hurting yourself. You don’t get to do that anymore. It’s my job. I decide what pain you feel and when.”
She stared up at him, her eyes wide. What the heck?
Red flags everywhere.
Not that she cared.