Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
His promise to have her for dessert kept her on edge all through her show, dinner, washing the dishes, and reviewing her math homework.
“Finally!” she cried, slamming the textbook shut and jumping up from her chair. “Can we please have dessert now?”
“Are you certain that was all the homework you had?” Rising from the table, he walked over to the fridge and scanned the schedule he’d printed out and hung there. “Nothing for Western Civ or English Lit? What about your Business Law class?”
Shit. She did have an assignment due for Professor Remington tomorrow, but she could work on it during breakfast. Kylie had already taken the class and aced it with flying colors, so she’d be able to help. “Already done.”
Affection warmed his eyes as he turned and pulled her into his arms. “I’m very proud of you, Eliza. I know you’ve struggled with keeping up with your classwork in the past but you really seem to be putting in the effort. And that, my sweet Little girl, certainly deserves a reward. ”
Guilt sat like a rock in her stomach, but she reminded herself it wasn’t totally a lie. She had finished her English Lit homework, she had a plan to finish her other assignment in the morning before class, and her essay for Western Civ wasn’t due for another week. “Thanks. I’m trying.”
Taking her hand in his, he led her not toward her own bedroom, but to his. The main bedroom was slightly larger, and as such was able to accommodate a king-sized bed much more easily than her room would have.
Stopping in the middle of the room, he turned to face her, the same need she could feel burning between her thighs flashing in his eyes. “This is one of those times I am going to expect your unquestioning obedience, Eliza. If you hesitate or question me or talk back, you will be punished. If you continue being naughty, you won’t get your reward. And instead of getting your pretty pussy eaten, you’ll take Daddy’s cock down your throat before I send you to bed. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Arms up.”
Eager to get her reward, she raised her arms. But instead of pulling her tank top right off, he took his time inching it up over her stomach, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her belly and sending little bolts of pleasure to her already aching clit. Up to her breasts, which she’d intentionally left bare just for this moment.
She whimpered, then bit her lip when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. The action earned her a quiet chuckle as he repeated the action.
“You don’t have to be quiet this time, baby. When we’re here, in our home, you can be as loud as you want to be.”
Our home. She’d only just started thinking of his apartment as “theirs” in the past day or so. Hearing him refer to it as their home made her chest ache in a not altogether unpleasant way.
When the thin cotton of her tank was pushed up over her breasts, he bent his head to pull one taut nipple between his teeth. Now she did let herself be heard, letting out a soft moan as pleasure raced through her veins.
“You taste delicious,” he murmured as he straightened, his lips a breath away from hers. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.”
He pulled her tank top from her and tossed it to the side, his hungry gaze roaming every inch of her exposed skin. “Beautiful. Even more beautiful than I imagined. And I have spent a lot of time imagining what you look like beneath your clothes, little one.”
“Yeah?” Grinning up at him, she lowered her arms to loop them around his neck. “As it happens, I’ve spent a fair amount of time thinking about peeling you out of that stuffy suit, Professor Eaton.”
“Naughty girl, fantasizing about your teachers. You should be punished.”
All it took was that single word to send her already wired system into overdrive. “If you think so, Sir.”
“I do. Go bend over the end of the bed.”
Excitement pumped through her veins as she hurried over to the bed. It was tall enough that even with her height, the edge of the mattress hit right at her hips. Her breasts pressed against his comforter as she settled herself into position.
“My naughty Little girl,” he scolded playfully as he approached. “Daydreaming about getting fucked by your professors when you should be paying attention.”
It was jarring, hearing her usually well-mannered guardian swear. But it only served to make her hotter, wetter than she had been before. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
“I plan to make sure it doesn’t.”
Even though she knew he wasn’t serious, her stomach twisted into a knot as he tugged her shorts down to her knees, exposing her bottom. She jumped a bit when one hand pressed against the small of her back, pressing her more firmly against the mattress.
“Shhh, baby.” His voice was gentle, soothing as he rubbed a hand over her bottom. “You’re not really in trouble, my beautiful girl. Relax and let Daddy make you feel good.”
He continued rubbing until she felt the tension leave her muscles and she was more or less a puddle under his hands. And when that first swat did come, it barely stung. The next few followed suit, and she sighed at the gentle pleasure building in her core.
“Much better. I’m going to spank you harder now, Eliza. But only because you like being Daddy’s naughty girl, don’t you? You like getting this pretty bottom spanked, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, amused at her own dreamy tone.
The next few swats were harder as promised, with enough bite to make her wince and yelp a little, but still not nearly as hard as when she was actually in trouble.
He paused to rub her bottom again. “You look so pretty in pink, Eliza. How are you feeling?”
“So good, Sir. Um, you could spank me harder, if you want to. I won’t mind.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” he answered with a chuckle, a second before his palm connected sharply with her right cheek.
The force of it drove her up to her toes with a gasp, and electric need flooded her body. “Oh, god. Just like that. ”
Another swat landed on the opposite cheek, and she whimpered as her clit throbbed in response. Over and over he spanked, until her bottom felt warm and tingly all over and she was grinding her hips against the mattress, chasing some semblance of relief from the ache between her thighs.
“So fucking beautiful.” Again he rubbed her bottom, and she pressed back against his hand, seeking the release she knew only he could bring her. “I’m going to give you a choice, Eliza. Are you paying attention?”
“Sir?”
“I’m going to taste this sweet pussy in a moment. But I need to know… would you rather come on Daddy’s tongue tonight? Or Daddy’s cock?”
Was that even a question? “Your cock. Please, Sir, I want you inside me.”
“It’s a reward, little one. You don’t have to beg. This time,” he added with a wicked chuckle.
Oh, god. She buried her face in the comforter as he shifted behind her. A moment later, his mouth was on her, hot and wet and she screamed into the mattress as he devoured her with all the reverence of a man who truly enjoyed eating pussy. Some men, in her experience, only did it because they felt it was their duty.
Others, like Professor Samuel Eaton, lived for it.
All she knew was pleasure as he ate, his tongue sliding between the slick folds of her pussy, teasing the already swollen nub of her clit. Pleasure that swelled and swelled—until he backed away, just as she was ready to go flying.
Again and again and again he brought her to that precipice, and every time he yanked her back at the last moment. Until she was an incoherent mess, sobbing and begging for release.
“Poor baby,” he crooned as the thick head of his cock slowly stretched her open. “I would have let you come, but you said you’d rather come on Daddy’s cock.”
“You bast?—”
A hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing in warning. “Careful, little one. If you start calling me names now, I’ll fuck your tight little asshole instead, and you can go to bed without your reward. Is that what you want, Eliza?”
“N-No, Sir!”
“I didn’t think so. Now, be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s cock. Let me feel that greedy little pussy squeezing me nice and tight.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. As he thrust inside her, the pleasure finally overwhelmed her and she came with a cry, her pussy spasming around the thick length of him as she fractured, then shattered into a million tiny pieces.
“Again,” he demanded, pulling out and driving into her again with such force she couldn’t have held back the wave of pleasure that crashed over her if she’d wanted to.
“My good girl,” he growled in her ear as he fucked her. “My good Little girl, coming all over Daddy’s cock like she was told. You did such a good job for Daddy, baby. Are you ready for Daddy to fill you up?”
“Yes, yes, please. Please, Da—Sir.”
“So close.” His laughter tickled her ear as he buried himself inside her one final time. “Fuck, baby. That was amazing.”
“Even if I didn’t call you Daddy?”
“It doesn’t matter what you call me, Eliza. I am your Daddy. And I plan to be your Daddy for a very long time.”
His words, and the promise behind them still echoed in her ear later that night. After they’d showered—together, where he’d fucked her again up against the cool tile—and he’d tucked her into bed beside him, she could still hear that promise loud and clear. And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she knew in her bones he’d spoken the truth.