Chapter 32
KYLIE
It had been a while since I had been with someone.
Over a year, maybe more, but it was never like this with anyone.
I've never felt this connected, or this attracted to someone before.
Patrick was the man in my dreams. The nameless, faceless figure was him.
It was always him, and I was lucky to have found him in real life.
He kissed my cheeks and then my forehead, but then stood up.
I opened my mouth to protest but was rendered speechless from Patrick stroking himself. He was big and beautiful.
“Wow, Daddy.”
He smirked and tore open a condom. My eyes followed his fingers as he expertly slid it over himself and stroked himself one more time. I wanted to touch it, but he was on a mission. I didn’t want to interrupt or give him time to change his mind.
I wanted him to fill me up.
“You ready for me, Kylie?” He ran his cock through my folds, getting it nice and wet for me.
Arousal pooled in my center; it wouldn’t take much for me to release again with my previous orgasm lingering below the surface.
I could feel my skirt brushing my thighs and my shirt against my skin.
It all worked together to ratchet up my arousal.
I was so ready for Patrick to make me feel all of it.
“Please, Daddy.” I groaned as he pressed himself inside me.
He was bigger than he looked and filled me completely.
. He gripped the tops of my thighs and dragged me closer to the edge of the desk.
Thankfully, my skirt offered enough cushion, but the sting of my spanked ass made the pleasure that more intense.
Patrick settled inside me, then leaned down to capture my lips. I was practically folded in half, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I’d let my daddy turn me upside down if it allowed him to get closer to me.
“Oh, fuck, Kylie.” He growled against my lips. “You feel so good, little sneak.”
He pounded into me, giving me what I wanted. Hard and fast, and the angle was perfect. His weight on me was perfect. It was all perfect. The rhythm remained steady, and it sparked my arousal even higher. I was close to the edge, but I wanted it to last.
“Oh, Daddy.” I gripped the back of his neck and pulled myself up to kiss him again. He allowed it, but then removed my hands and placed them over my head. He gripped both wrists with one hand, while reaching between us.
“Daddy’s not going to last long, baby.” He rubbed my clit. “I need you to come. Can you do that for me?”
I pouted. Patrick, as promised, kissed it off my lips. “Don’t worry, little girl.” He grinned. “We will be all mushy and draw it out next time.” He chuckled. His booming voice bounced off the walls in this small room. My mind was suddenly distracted.
Did the door have a lock on it? Would Patrick stop if someone walked in on us?
Would the mushy version of this act, in a bed, with candles and romance, be this good?
This hot? What if life with Patrick wasn’t always as good?
What if it were boring? What if he didn’t give me my job back?
What if I couldn’t do my job and be his little?
“Kylie Stands.” Patrick grumbled; he was in a state of confusion and ecstasy. It made his eyes dark and sparkly at the same time.
“Yes, Daddy.” He’s stilled inside of me, his cock hot and throbbing. He released my wrists. My hand remained behind my head.
“Where did your mind go?”
Well, I couldn’t tell him that.
“I’m close, Daddy.” I rocked my hips, and he stilled me with a hand on my pelvic bone.
“Not what I asked, little girl.” He pressed into me, pushing my knees wide. He lay himself down. Caging me in, surrounding me, covering me, insulating me in a Daddy cocoon. “Answer me, baby.”
“Nonsense.” I tried to lift, move, but I couldn’t. Trapped, left with no choice but to answer him. “I was thinking, what if we aren’t good at real life? What if you get bored with me? You are a problem solver at heart, and once you’ve solved me, what else is there to do?”
Patrick stood up and pulled me up with him. His cock fell out of me and I missed it. Did I spoil the mood? But just as quickly he turned me around and gripped the back of my neck, and bent me over the bench. He pushed my skirt out of the way and landed three smacks on my ass.
“Oh, Daddy.” Then he shoved himself into me, the fullness returned making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Smack. Smack.
Two more landed without warming.
“It seems my little girl has trouble concentrating.” He slammed into me, causing my thighs to grind against the table. “Maybe the sting of a spanking will remind her what she means to her daddy.”
Smack. Smack.
Each time his hand landed, it jolted me off his cock and then he slammed back into me.
Owning me. I had no time to think, only feel.
That spark in my belly ignited into something more, something all-consuming.
Patrick stopped using his hands, but his pelvis smacked against my ass, the sound in the small room deafening with the sound of flesh on flesh.
“Please, Daddy,” I breathed out.
“Now that I have your attention, are you going to come for me?” His mouth was close to my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried out. The dam was close to breaking. Patrick slammed and ground himself into me; it was so dirty and so sexy.
“Come now, Kylie,” he growled.
“Yes, Dadd—” My voice disappeared as the wave crashed and the orgasm took me to another dimension.
The only thing penetrating that world was feeling Patrick's cock pulling and exploding in the condom inside of me.
He stilled, then settled his body against me, trapping me beneath him.
Like he had when I came out of subspace. In his arms, safe and warm.
All doubts left my brain. If this was as good as it got, I could die happy, but I was also a selfish little girl and I was going to be with my daddy forever.
The rest of the night was a bit of a whirlwind. The small room we were in had a sink, and Daddy did his best to clean us both up. While during sex, I was a big girl, thinking big thoughts. The care he took in wiping me down and dressing me back up brought me right back down to little space.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I gripped his hand as we walked out of the room and into the main event. Rayna and Tinley were across the room. They would see it on my face and know what Patrick and I had done. I wasn’t sure if the spanking or the sex was more embarrassing. Maybe both, or neither.
I didn’t know. I wasn’t thinking straight at the moment. Patrick had rattled my brain. I could still feel the sting on my ass. I would feel the effects of that spanking for a week.
I could still feel him inside me. The feeling of that would stay with me forever.
The yellow brick road started as soon as we stepped inside. Spiraling around the room. Several stations lined the path. Some games were quick and easy, others a little harder, but daddies could help on those. I collected my tokens and met up with the group on the other side.
“Hey, Kylie!” Tinley waved as we approached. “We waited for you before getting our prize!”
“We’ve been waiting forever,” Rayna whined. Kyler popped her on the bottom. She pouted. I guess she and her daddy didn’t have the pout kiss rule.
“What took you so long?” Tinley asked.
I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
“Tinley.” Josh bent down to her eye level. “Let’s not be nosy.”
She blushed and whispered, “Sorry.”
“I’m sorry.” I said to both her and Rayna. Then leaned in to whisper. “I’ll tell you both later.” Tinley’s face lit up. Rayna gave me a wink.
“Let’s go get our prizes and then eat everything.” Rayna was back in charge. “And then we can introduce Kylie to our friends.”
“Okay!” We all three linked hands and did just that.
I hadn’t smiled so much in a long time.
Later, walking back to my room, I could barely keep my eyes open. It had been a long day.
A perfect day.
Capped off by getting to fall asleep in my new Daddy’s arms.
Besides not having a job, I had no other worries in the world.