Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Lochlan
Thank fuck. He’d been hoping for an excuse to get her back over his knee.
And maybe “Because I want to” was a perfectly legitimate reason to redden his babygirl’s delectable ass, but there was something about the thought of punishing her, of hurting her because she’d earned it that had his heart beating fast as he ran his hand over the generous swell of her bottom.
Cupping one cheek, he squeezed, savoring the way his fingers sank into that soft, supple flesh while she whined and fluttered her feet against the mattress in response. “It’s not nice to lie, little girl.”
“I didn’t!” More of that adorable whining, now combined with the cutest fucking pout he’d ever seen when she craned her neck to look up at him. “You’re just a bully.”
“Oh, I am absolutely that, babygirl. Something you should keep in mind if you ever decide to really test me.”
Awareness filled her eyes, as if for the first time she was realizing that maybe he was more dangerous than she’d expected.
“You wouldn’t really hurt me.”
A statement, not a question, but he felt compelled to answer either way. “I might. I’m not a good man, babygirl. And I enjoy hurting you. Especially when you’ve been naughty.”
“But you wouldn’t hurt me. Not like… Not in a way I couldn’t come back from.”
He could. Easily. He knew every way there was to cause a human pain that would, eventually, break their mind down until they were nothing but a shell of their former selves.
And he’d employed those techniques more times than he could even remember, shredding bodies and minds to extract whatever information he needed before discarding said bodies as a message to his family’s enemies.
But with her… “No. No, baby, I wouldn’t ever hurt you like that.”
She nodded, once, and then lowered her head to arms, her hips shifting so that her bottom jiggled. “Okay then. Punish me, Daddy.”
My pleasure, babygirl.
Raising his hand, he brought it down on her bare skin, not quite as hard as when he’d been trying to get her to talk earlier, but hard enough to garner a sharp intake of breath from the woman stretched across his lap.
And since he wasn’t trying to extract information from her this time, he gave himself a moment to admire his handprint as it bloomed on her skin, gently tracing his finger around the crisp edges.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “I think I might need to repaint my office. Think the hardware store would do a color match for me?”
“A color match of your handprint on my ass?”
“Yes.”
“What are you planning to do, haul me down there with you and spank my ass at the paint counter?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
She giggled at that, high and sweet. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it.”
“I do not!”
“More lies.” Shaking his head, he heaved an overly dramatic sigh. “Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
“Clearly.”
He spanked her again, and this time she moaned, lifting her hips as if begging for more.
“Such a greedy little slut for the way Daddy hurts you, aren’t you, babygirl?” Chuckling, he swatted her again, harder this time, and was rewarded with another low moan.
“Absolutely,” she replied, the word ending on a gasp when another swat landed. “I never thought of myself as a masochist. I guess you just bring it out in me.”
“Good.”
With that, he put his mind to giving his little pain slut exactly what she wanted, spanking her hard and fast while she wiggled and gasped and whined over his lap.
“Daddy, that’s too hard! It hurts!”
“Poor baby,” he crooned, pausing to rub some of the sting from her reddened skin. “Do you want Daddy to stop?”
“Yes. It hurts.”
“Well, if your spanking is all done then it’s time for the second part of your punishment.”
Beneath his hand, she froze, like prey suddenly sensing a predator far too close for comfort. “Um, what was the second part again?”
“The second part is getting your pretty face fucked until Daddy comes down your throat.”
“Maybe it doesn’t really hurt too much.”
Chuckling, he gave her bottom a hard squeeze. “I thought you might say that. Let’s see how red this bottom can get, babygirl.”
Daisy
Pain. Lovely, burning, stinging pain spread all along her ass with every hard swat.
And she was loving every second of it.
Even though it hurt—and fuck did it hurt—her pussy was on fire, desperate to be filled by him again and the need only grew worse as he spanked her, harder and faster than before.
“Ow,” she whined, wiggling her hips to try and escape his hard hand. Because no matter how much her body craved his punishment, her instincts were taking over and those instincts were screaming at her to make it stop. “Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never lie again!”
That was, of course, in and of itself, a lie. But for the purposes of the game they were playing, she was willing to make all kinds of promises she had no intention of keeping long term.
But her whining pleas were only met with more hard swats, covering every inch of her ass and the tops of her thighs no matter how she wiggled and yelped and begged.
Until, at last, he stopped and she collapsed over his hard thighs, panting for breath as he stroked her burning skin.
“Have you learned your lesson, babygirl?”
Amusement rippled beneath the words, which the logical side of her brain said should piss her off. How very dare he find her pain so funny?
But Logical Daisy wasn’t in charge. Some dark, twisted part of her was, and that part of her ached for more.
Leaning into her role, she gave a dramatic sniffle. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now to wash all those filthy, filthy lies out of your mouth.”
With an ease that shocked and thrilled her, he flipped her onto her back and she stared up into those amused, hungry eyes as he straddled her chest.
One hand reached for her, gripping her hair and pulling her head up at an odd angle while the other stroked the thick length of his cock. “I’m going to hurt you now, babygirl. I promise you won’t die, but you might feel like it at times. Just trust Daddy to take care of you. Can you do that, baby?”
It was the height of recklessness to trust a man she’d only just met. Even with all her research into him, his background, his lifestyle, she didn’t actually know him.
And yet, she did trust him. In a way she’d never even trusted the man she’d shared a home and bed with.
Meeting his eyes, she nodded as best she could with him gripping her hair. “Yes, Daddy. I trust you.”
His smile bloomed, brilliant and twisted and her heart quaked in her chest. “Good girl. Try to remember to breathe through your nose.”
It was all the more warning she got before his cock pushed between her lips, stretching her mouth wide around the length of him. Jesus, she’d known he was big, but she was vaguely worried her mouth couldn’t actually open that wide without her jaw unhinging like a snake.
She could, of course, though it was wildly uncomfortable, and soon he was completely filling her mouth, the salty taste of him sitting on her tongue. Without conscious thought, her tongue moved, running over the sensitive underside of his cock and he groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you keep that up and I’m not going to last thirty seconds in this pretty mouth of yours.”
Pride welled in her chest as she stared up at his slightly pained expression. She did that to him. Brought this strong, hot, powerful man to his metaphorical knees with nothing but her body.
No matter what happened after tonight, she knew damn well she’d carry that feeling with her the rest of her natural life. And maybe into the next.
“All right, baby. Remember what I said. Breathe through your nose if you can, and trust that I’m not actually going to kill you.”
With that terrifying warning, he rolled his hips, the velvety skin of his cock stroking her tongue as he moved in her mouth. Deeper and deeper, until the tip of him pressed against the back of her throat.
Her muscles immediately contracted around him and she gagged. But where some men might have pulled back at that moment to let her breathe, he pushed deeper, fucking her throat with shallow little thrusts, choking her with his cock until her lungs burned and tears slipped from her eyes.
Terror seized her, clawing at her to break free, to escape, screaming that he was going to choke her death if she didn’t get him the fuck off her. Lifting her arms as best she could with him pinning her to the bed, she dug her nails into his thigh, earning her a low hiss from the man above her.
Just trust Daddy to take care of you. Can you do that, baby?
Right. Trust him not to actually kill her with his giant cock.
She could do that. She could.
The fear eased somewhat, though her heart was still pounding hard and fast as she loosened her grip on his thighs and focused on breathing through her nose.
Which was great in theory but she could only get a little bit of air in that way.
Her throat and lungs burned as he fucked her mouth, and her vision was beginning to swim when he finally pulled back and she was able to drag in a gasping lungful of life-giving oxygen.
“You did so good for me, baby,” he crooned, his voice overly sweet in a way that made her heart and pussy both contract. “Two more deep breaths and then Daddy’s going to fuck you again.”
Whimpering at the thought of taking him down her throat again, she did as she was told, pulling in two more deep breaths before parting her trembling lips to allow him back in.
“That’s my good girl. My greedy little slut, taking Daddy’s cock down her throat like a fucking pro.”
Humiliation burned along her skin as he continued his filthy praise. But the embarrassment only drove her need higher, her clit throbbing and her pussy clenching emptily until she was ready to beg him to fuck her properly.
Again he pulled back, allowing her a few deep breaths as he used his free hand to cup her face, swiping his thumb through the drool coating her chin, smearing it across her cheek. “You’re a fucking mess, babygirl. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.”
She lost count of how many times he took her to the brink of what she could handle, holding her there while her brain and body warred with each other. Over and over he fucked her, choked her, until her throat was raw and her cheeks were slick with tears and saliva.
And then his movements changed. Gone was the controlled sadist, carefully hurting her in just the right way. The grip on her hair tightened and his hips flexed as he truly fucked her mouth, moving inside her with short, frantic bursts.
“Fuck!” Thrusting forward one final time, his cock swelled in her mouth and then the hot, salty taste of him was pouring down her throat while she sputtered and gagged around him.
“Swallow,” he growled. “Be a good fucking girl and swallow every last drop. If you spill even a little bit, I will take my belt to you and then fill your raw, welted ass with my cum instead.”
What did it say about her that she was tempted, so fucking tempted to test that threat?
Luckily for her, good sense won out in the end and she swallowed every bit of him, not spilling a drop. And when he was fully satiated, he pulled away, collapsing on the bed beside her and pulling her into his arms.
“My good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she sighed happily as she snuggled into his embrace. It didn’t matter that her makeup was probably ruined and she likely looked completely ridiculous.
Just then, not a damn thing mattered except that she’d done exactly what her Daddy had demanded of her, and she was his good fucking girl.