Chapter 9 #2
Wes probed, flicked, sucked and nibbled me until I completely unraveled before him, my legs shaking violently as I tried my hardest to keep them up.
Calling out his name, or some nonsensical version of it, I jackknifed up, wrapping my arms around my trembling thighs. “I… I’m… may I come? Please, Daddy?”
“Mmhm.” He answered against my pussy and squeezed my thigh with his fingers.
It was as good as a yes to me and if it wasn’t, I’d deal with the consequences because I couldn’t hold back any longer. Releasing the breath I held, I fell over the edge, stars exploding behind my lids with each pulse of my orgasm.
“Easy, honey,” he crooned as my feet fell to the table edge, my head thunked back, and my legs flopped open like butterfly wings.
“That was…” I drew in a ragged breath. “So fucking good.”
Wes chuckled, pulling me up by my limp arms. “I’m not even close to done with you, young lady. Especially now that you said that dirty word again.”
I laughed, and my eyes rolled back in my head. “Worth any amount of punishment as long as you give me another orgasm like that.”
“That’s a very dangerous thing to say.” Chuckling, he kissed me hard on the mouth. “I could have all kinds of wicked things in mind for you.” He said, nibbling the spot just beneath my ear, making me shiver.
“Wicked things,” I repeated breathily, tipping my head so he had more access to my throat. “I love the way you kiss my neck.”
“Look at you,” he said. “Completely naked, soaking wet and dripping needy juices onto the table. You’re a goddess before me.
” He placed his hands on my hips pulling me forward, the look in his eyes warm and loving.
“Come here. Wrap your legs around me.” He kissed me again, this time softly and I felt emotion welling.
I didn’t want him to be so gentle, not now.
Now I needed to be fucked hard. I needed to forget everything including the reason for his caring looks.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard and rough like I’m some random hottie you met in a bar.”
He growled low, as if in warning. “Bossy girl. Filthy mouth. Tsk. Tsk.” He pinched my hip. “Flip over, knees on the stool. You’re getting spanked. And then I’m going to take you from behind so I can see your tight little hole pulsing for me before I plug it.”
His words made me blush and I quickly arranged myself for him. Wasting no time, he smacked my bottom several times. At first it was sharp and stingy, but as he fell into a rhythm, I anticipated the swats, enjoying their sting.
Moaning, I tilted my bottom to meet his hand. I did this for three swats before he stopped, buried his hand between my thighs and found my pussy. He stroked me, teasing the entrance with his fingers.
“That wasn’t for enjoyment, girlie.” His voice was menacing, and I shivered as he removed his hand and laid his palm against my bottom with a hard slap.
It took my breath away and before I found that breath, another landed.
It was shocking, and delicious, and burning, and then his palm landed on my sit spot. Ouch!
After several more, my breathing became ragged, and I shifted to dodge his hand. I’d had plenty of hand spankings, but only a few people had the ability to make them hurt like this, which made me wonder how much of the pain was psychological and hurt more due to my level of submissiveness.
“Nah, nah, nah. No trying to squirm away now, girlie.” Grabbing my hips, he put me back in position. “We both know you need this.”
He continued the spanking, the swats coming harder and faster, until I felt the building of tears, the hitch in my chest, the click of everything but sensation turning off.
My eyes which I’d been squeezing shut, relaxed as the spanking suddenly stopped.
I had no time to think though, because his hand was between my thighs again, this time he didn’t tease my entrance, instead he pumped two fingers inside me.
My ass still burned but it only added to the heat and pleasure I felt bubbling in my core.
Now there was a different kind of building inside of me, but just like before, he changed tactics as soon as I got close. I whimpered as he removed his fingers.
“I know, girlie. Daddy’s taking all your fun away.” He patted my bottom. “But your next orgasm with me is going to be on my cock, yeah?”
“Okay,” I said, sounding small and desperate. “Let’s do that.”
He leaned forward, his bare chest smooth against my back, and slid my hair out of the way as he kissed the nape of my neck, while massaging my sore bottom. I tilted my hips, hollowing my back, loving the feel of his erection against my middle.
“Who’s in charge?” he asked in a whisper.
“You.”
“You know it.” His hand ran down my bottom, his middle finger at the slit until it was just above my pucker. His finger invaded my bottom cheeks, and he circled the rim of my back hole. “You’re getting the paddle now. And you’re going to fetch it like a good sub, yeah?”
I whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re going to get it, and the set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs from the armoire, the ones that hook together, and then you’re going to take them all to the bedroom.
You’re going to put everything on the bed and climb up onto your knees.
I want that sexy ass up high, and your face down low. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’re not going to move a muscle while I’m gone.”
“Daddy?” I looked at him over my shoulder.
“Condoms. I’m going to the store for some since I prefer a different brand than what are in the room. I also want one of those nice Rawhide horseshoe logo plugs. They still have them?”
Embarrassed, I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He patted my ass. “Don’t dawdle now, girlie.”
“I have your brand. In my purse, front zippered pocket,” I blurted. I’d remembered the kind he’d liked. “You don’t have to buy any.”
“That so?” He gave me a carefree slap to the ass and walked to grab his pants and shirt. “Get a move on it, girlie.” And then, as soon as he was dressed, he was gone.
I felt shaky when I climbed down off the table. My legs were like gelatin with the strain of holding them up and from the tremors he gave me, but not only that. The rubber paddle was wicked, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous as hell.
The armoire creaked a little when I opened it, and I made a mental note to put it in the maintenance logbook so it could be oiled. Unless… maybe it would add to someone’s nervousness—their frisson when they heard it creak open.
“Stop dawdling before he comes back and catches you,” I said aloud and ran my hands over the various implements. Another creak sounded as if in warning which had me snatching the paddle quickly and opening the drawer inside that held the wrist and ankle cuffs.
Grabbing the full set, I closed the drawer and doors, ignoring the creaking, and ran to the bedroom. Tossing the stuff onto the bed, I climbed up and got into position and waited.
It felt like an eternity before I heard the door and his chipper voice. “Hi, girlie, I’m home.”
I released a breath and licked my dry lips. “Welcome home, Daddy.”
I felt him behind me before he spoke. It was like an electric charge in the air when he entered. He walked around the room, letting me hold my position and wonder what he was doing.
“You look absolutely stunning like that, girlie.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He touched my bottom, and I lurched not expecting it. “Easy, it’s just me.” He crooned as he started massaging my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. Then I heard the cap of a bottle snap open.
“Reach back and grab your bottom cheeks and spread them for me.”
I obeyed with shaking hands, spreading myself open to his view. My face turning hot as I did.
He blew out a breath. “Fucking stunning. This is going to be cold, girlie,” he said as he dripped cold lube over my pucker.
I yelped, tucking my bottom slightly.
He clicked his tongue. “Naughty, naughty. That’s my little rosebud, and you’re my toy. Don’t you dare take my toy away.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I felt the bed move and he got up on his knees behind me.
“Be still now while I fill that ass up.”
I whimpered, and he thumbed my bottom hole, rubbing the lube in and letting the tip of his appendage enter me. I groaned as he removed his thumb and placed the tip of something else there.
“Relax now, girlie. Don’t fight me. Bear down just a little.”
The little pop I felt as the plug passed my pucker made me hiss. “It burns, Daddy.”
“Just relax and you’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want it,” I said quietly.
“Maybe not, but you’re not in control, are you?”
I shook my head in answer.
“That’s an extra stroke with the paddle for not using your words.”
“No, I’m not in control, Daddy.”
“Who is?”
“You are.”
“Right and I put it there to remind you you’re not in control. Not of anything today, not even what goes into your bottom hole, yeah?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned over me, the fly of his pants rubbing on the handle of the butt plug. He kissed my neck, and I let my head fall forward.
“Where did you say the condoms were?”
“Front zippered pocket of my purse, Sir. My mom insists I always carry them. And I don’t know why but I always buy your brand.” I moaned as he nibbled his way up my neck and licked behind my ear.
“Why’s she insist, girlie?”
“I was an unplanned pregnancy. Changed the trajectory of her life so…” and just like that, he rolled his hips against my bottom, rubbing his hardness against me causing both pleasure and pain. I forgot everything I was talking about and there was only the physical.
The mattress shifted as he got off it and the keys attached to my purse, jangled. The sound of the zipper came next and then the crinkle of the foiled package that contained the condoms. I breathed in, anticipation-like shivers skittered through me, and the condoms landed on the mattress beside me.