Chapter 6 #2
I eyed it with dismay but turned around, bending back over to click on my photos folder. “Shouldn’t it be called the anti-procrastinator?”
Another swat landed and I squealed at the horrifying burn it left on my skin. Panting to keep the tears pooling in my eyes where they were and off my cheeks, I opened the file folder marked paintings.
“Good girl. Perhaps I should call this the motivator instead.” He rubbed my bottom. “Stand up and move to the side so I can look through these.”
I obeyed without comment and his mouth curved down and he nodded at me. “This might be my favorite new toy.”
I didn’t dare comment.
“See this here?”
I looked where he pointed. It was a painting done in mostly gray scale, with red used to pull the eye to the focal points.
“This one is my favorite.”
He pulled up the website designer and stepped back, motioned for me to add it, but as soon as I started, the rubber paddle landed again. I screamed this time. God, that thing was horrible. Once again, I was fighting tears. “Remind me to never ask for your help again.”
“You say that now but wait till you start getting buyers and commission meetings.”
I swallowed hard. “But will I be able to sit for any of those meetings?” I grumbled. He chuckled darkly and once again rubbed my bottom. It was so nice I almost purred.
“Okay. Pick your favorite next.”
I took too long, and the paddle landed again. I squealed shooting up right and bouncing up and down on my toes.
He pointed at the screen. “Pick. Now.”
I obeyed and finally picked one, a landscape of the lake and mountains. He looked at it and smiled while I leaned forward and waited, elbows on the desk, ass on display, my heart and belly a mess of nerves and my pussy throbbing with need.
He picked a bunch more, selecting them with the mouse. I blew out a breath when he kissed the top of my head. “Put these six on the website with the others and publish it.”
I obeyed quickly, although I closed my eyes tightly when I pressed publish. “Does this mean we can do something fun now?”
“Are you saying that wasn’t fun?”
I pressed my lips before shrugging. “That paddle wasn’t fun.”
He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes on me. “You sure about that?”
I took in a swift breath as he moved to me like lightning, scooped me up and brought me to the sofa. He plopped down on it, pulling me over his thighs.
“Spread those legs, girlie.”
“Why?” I asked, only opening them an inch so I couldn’t be accused of disobedience but also didn’t give him the access he expected.
“Don’t question your Daddy.”
He smacked my ass with his palm but after the rubber paddle, it was nothing. I still opened my legs wider though. After all, the paddle was only ten feet away. He slid his hand between my thighs and hummed.
“Sure feels like you were having fun.” His hand moved and he parted my slippery folds with his fingers, exploring me deeply enough that anything I was going to say was swept away by a gasp of pleasure. “So wet, girlie. Almost like you enjoyed having Daddy paddle your ass.”
Uhng. I had no fucking words. None.
“Did you enjoy that paddle, girlie?”
I shook my head.
“Hm. No? So why are you so wet?”
“You, Daddy. You make me wet when you’re stern.”
“I thought so.”
He worked me well, sliding his fingers in circles around my swollen nub, and then back and into my pussy. Pumping inside me until my breath hitched and I panted. My need to come grew more intense and I shoved myself against his hand.
“Don’t do it, girlie. Not without permission,” he warned.
“But, Daddy, it’s so… oh, god! I can’t. Please, let me come. Please.”
He stopped working me over, slapping my ass instead, his wet fingers stinging as they landed. “Up you get.”
I growled, irritated by the pause in my pleasure as I rose up onto my straightened arms and he shoved me back down smacking my ass too many times to count.
“Rubber paddle now.”
He pointed and my eyes widened but dammit, my pussy throbbed and gushed, and my nerves sparked with frisson. Rising from his lap, I grabbed the paddle, wanting more than anything to toss it into the fireplace.
I brought it to him, and he took it without ceremony. Setting it on the sofa cushion beside him, he spun me, so my bottom was near level with his face. “Hands on the coffee table.”
My face heated knowing when I bent over to touch the low table, he’d see my most intimate parts up close and personal.
“Daddy?”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Octopus,” I replied sounding sullen.
“Do you need it?”
I shook my head, and he pinched my ass. “No, Sir.”
“Good. Then what are you waiting for?”
Gathering a breath, I bent forward putting my hands on the coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him pick up the paddle and I whimpered.
“Count.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The swat that landed across my right cheek was so much worse than the earlier swats because my skin was stretched in the position. My knees bent slightly but he didn’t say a word.
“One."
“Good girl,” he crooned rubbing what must be a welt on my cheek. I winced when his hand left my cheek, and then called out when the paddle slapped against my left cheek.
“Oh, god, that hurts.”
He cleared his throat.
“Two.”
This continued until I’d counted to six, and then to my utter relief he tossed the paddle back onto the couch. “Thank you, baby Jesus,” I said under my breath.
“Take hold of those hot sexy cheeks.”
I swallowed hard but out of fear of the paddle, I obeyed. Embarrassment and excitement danced inside me.
“Spread them, girlie. Show me everything that’s mine. I want to see that tight little asshole.”
I closed my eyes, squeezed them tight, then parted my cheeks.
“Mm, such a good girl.” Good girls who take the paddle so bravely and spread themselves wide for Daddy, get rewarded.” He once again grabbed my hips, but this time it wasn’t to position me. It was to hold me steady as he pressed his face against me.
I whimpered and held my breath as his tongue parted me and the apex of my mons, his tongue writhing against my clit, and then sliding to my center, circling the entrance to my pussy, and finally up to wiggle against my pucker.
“Put your head down to the table, I want this ass way up.”
Mewling, I obeyed, and he rewarded me by flicking his tongue against my clit and plundering his fingers inside me until I was barely able to remain upright.
“Now, girlie. Come now.”
And I did. And when I was slumped over the table, he shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs and pulled me back to impale me with his cock.
I rode him hard, bouncing on his cock as he bucked from beneath. Gripping his jeans as he sped up, I heard the pocket tear, but we didn’t stop —couldn’t stop, not when we were both suddenly shattering together.
I blinked away the memory as I walked to meet Wes.
“Hi,” I said, my voice a little unsteady from the memory. He turned to me, and his face broke out into a wide smile. “You clean up good.”
“You do too.”
I looked down at myself. I’d thrown my hair up and showered quickly, slipping on some jeans and a light sweater. “Wanted to wash off the hospital.”
“So, what are you thinking?” he asked, turning to face the restaurants in the lobby.
“I’m thinking margaritas and Mexican. What do you think?”
“Excellent choice.”
He surprised me then by reaching out and pulling me against him for my second hug of the day. And I surprised myself not only by letting him but by spending an extra few seconds in his arms, breathing in his male scent and enjoying his strong arms.
“What was that for?” I asked, wanting more than anything to close the distance between us again. Instead, I admired his beautiful lips, still in their signature slanty smile. My pussy throbbed, so did my heart. I ignored my heart.
He held up his arm, bent at the elbow and offered it to me. “I needed it. Thought you might too.”
I linked my arm with his and we headed for the restaurant.
You thought right. But now I need a whole lot more.