Chapter 18
Quinn
I NEED HIM
Hell yes, I like being Daddy’s good girl.
My pajama shorts are soaked with my arousal, and my breasts ache so badly, I think I might die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
“Look at me, sunshine.” His voice is like velvet steel, and I open my eyes to meet his stare. “So good. I like it when you obey me.”
You and me both, Daddy.
I love it when he talks to me this way. Like I’m precious, but also with a tiny edge that makes me feel so damn naughty and needy at the same time. My clit is throbbing.
Jason never turned me on like this. Xander just has to be near me, and I get tingly all over.
He told me he’s rough, and I believe him, but when he touches me, it doesn’t feel that way. It feels right. Like I need him.
“Please,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t make me beg because I’m so desperate right now that I would.
Using the pad of his index finger, he traces a line down the center of my chest, pulling my tank top under my breasts. As soon as the air hits my nipples, they pebble, and his dick throbs against me, sending a jolt of excitement right to my core.
No words are spoken between us, and he lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, harder than I expect.
I cry out, my hands flying into his hair, clutching it while he moves to the other breast and does the same thing.
With his free hand, Xander reaches around and grabs my ass, squeezing and pulling me flush against him while he flexes his hips.
He's big. I can feel his cock. Long and thick. I bet it’s glorious.
“Has anyone ever fucked this ass, baby girl?” he asks, letting go of it to give it a sharp smack.
The sound rings out around us, and without meaning to, I arch my ass toward his palm. Not missing a beat, he slaps it again.
“My girl likes getting her ass spanked, huh? You like it when I smack your ass? You know there’s good girl spankings and bad girl spankings, right?”
“I’m always a good girl,” I yelp as he swats me again and chuckles.
“Somehow, I doubt that, baby. You’re just not comfortable being naughty yet. Don’t worry. Tonight, you’ll just be getting good girl spankings.”
He slaps my ass several more times, fast and hard, and with each one, I whimper and moan as the ache in my pussy grows.
“You didn’t answer me, baby. Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?”
I shake my head, glad for the darkness because I’m sure my cheeks are red based on how hot they feel.
Jason and I barely had anything more interesting than missionary with the light off.
Sex was never really an interest to him, which is why it was such a surprise when I found out he’d been cheating on me.
“We’re going to have to change that.”
The thought of Xander putting his cock in my ass sends a shiver through me.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you’re nice and ready for me.” He bites down on my nipple while his hand starts to roam again, dipping inside the hem of my shorts and panties.
When he slides two fingers over my clit, I tremble.
“Holy shit.”
He chuckles again, and I just don’t know how this man said he can’t be soft because he can. With me, at least.
“You have no idea, sunshine. Do you know how badly you’ve been torturing me since we met?”
My mouth drops open. “Me?”
Cupping my chin, he stares down at me sternly.
“Yes, you. In those short shorts and tank tops. Those tight clothes you wear to work. Then you take off all that makeup and gaze at me with those big brown eyes and go from my sexy vixen to my sweet, innocent sunshine. I don’t think you realize how many men I want to kill because they look at you for too long. ”
I nibble on the inside of my lip, staring at him as he says the words that feel a little too deep and meaningful for what this is supposed to be. This is just for tonight, and dammit, if I’m only going to fuck Xander Savage once, I want it to be burned into my memory forever.
“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” I tease, but it ends in a whine as he circles my clit with his fingers.
“No, baby. Dramatic would be making those guys watch me fuck you before I kill them.”
My pussy spasms, and I whimper, moving my hips with his fingers.
Oh my God.
I might come just from this alone.
Yes, right there, Daddy.
Damn, he knows what he’s doing.
“Daddy,” I breathe, lifting my head to see his large hand disappearing into my shorts.
“I know, sunshine. You need to come, don’t you? Your drenched pussy is telling me everything I need to know.” He shifts down the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on me as he drags his rough beard over my soft stomach, scratching my sensitive skin.
When he tugs my shorts down, along with my panties, I draw in a breath and hold it while he stares at my pussy.
“Perfect,” he mutters right before he lowers his head and sucks on my swollen clit like it’s his damn lifeline.
Gripping the sheets, I scream, unable to hold it in as the man between my legs pulls my very soul right out of me.
“Oh my… fuck!” I cry out, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
He’s still fully clothed.
Damn.
“Please,” I pant. “I want to touch you.”
Xander ignores me and wraps his large hands around the back of my knees. Then he pushes my legs up and wider, lifting my ass off the bed and exposing everything to him.
Instead of backing off, he groans, then thrusts his tongue into my pussy.
“So fucking smooth and tight,” he murmurs.
Closing my eyes, I let all the sensations crash over me. What the hell is this ecstasy I’ve been missing out on? Because even I’ve never been able to make myself feel this damn good.
Desperate, I reach out and grab his hair, pulling it. “Xander, please.”
He lets out a growl. Before I can register what he’s doing, he rolls me onto my stomach and starts peppering my ass with smacks.
“Ow!”
“Little girl,” he grits out. “You better address me correctly, otherwise I’m going to keep punishing this beautiful ass.”
What? Address him correctly? I used his name.
What am I supposed to call him?
Daddy.
Heat pools between my legs again. Why do I get so turned on by such a simple word?
The room fills with the sounds of his hand spanking my flesh, and with each one, I grow wetter, and my ass stings so damn bad.
“Ow! Daddy!” I try to use my hand to block him, but he’s fast and pins my wrist to my side.
He leans down and breathes right next to my ear, his beard sending a prickle along my arms. “Nice try, baby girl. I should bind your hands together so you are completely at my mercy.”
A soft moan slips out of me. It’s almost silent, but Xander doesn’t miss it. He chuckles and slowly rubs my ass, soothing where he’s just punished.
“You like the idea of Daddy tying you up, so you’re completely helpless, begging me to let you come.”
Holy shit.
I shake my head, but we both know I’m lying. And he starts spanking the spot he was just soothing again.
“Lying will always get you in trouble, Quinn. I fucking hate liars. Are we clear on that?” His tone isn’t playful anymore. It’s hard, laced with anger simmering below the surface.
“Yes!” I cry, attempting to squirm away from the firm hold he has on me as he swats me harder and faster.
Tears fill my eyes as I try to process the physical pain while my chest aches for the man holding me down. Someone really hurt him, and in a way, his punishing palm almost feels like a plea for me not to do the same.
“I’m sorry! I promise to always tell you the truth.” Even if it exposes things that I’m still figuring out myself. “I’m sorry,” I whimper as a tear slips down my cheek.
My ass burns, and my pussy does, too, but for completely different reasons.
Need.
I need him.
He stops spanking me, both of us silent for a moment as he stares down at me.
I feel him looking at me. When I turn my head, so my cheek is resting on the mattress, our eyes meet, and we gaze at each other for a long moment.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his hands stroking the tender skin of my ass.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So sweet and positive. Soft yet so damn strong. Too fucking good for this world,” he says quietly before he leans down and brushes a kiss over my ear. “Don’t ever change, baby girl.”
Another tear rolls from my eye, but I use my arm to wipe it away discreetly before he can see it.
Now isn’t the time for us to get emotional.
This is supposed to be a one-night stand.
And, dammit, I’m not going to ruin what is sure to be the best sex of my life by my heart getting involved and being a big crybaby.
His hand travels to my butt crack, and when he runs a finger along it, I suck in a breath, holding it as he presses a digit to my asshole.
“I’m going to fuck you here by the end of the night, baby girl.”
Oh, God. Am I ready for that?
Is any girl ready for that?
Is there a size limit for a cock in the ass? Because I’m pretty sure Xander is too big for this ride.
“Relax, baby, I’m just going to play a little bit. Take a breath for me, then let it out.”
He shifts behind me, and even with my head turned, he moves out of my line of sight.
A second later, he spreads my ass cheeks right before he spits on my asshole.
I gasp, shocked by how filthy that sounds.
But then he presses the tip of his finger to my tight opening, and my mind races from surprise to panic as he plays with the most forbidden part of my body.
I shouldn’t like it. But damn, in some sick and twisted sort of way, I do.
It makes me feel so damn submissive to let him touch me there. So naughty. So personal.
“Breathe, baby girl. Slow down.”
His words soothe something in me, and I don’t even think before I follow his instructions.
“That’s my good girl. I’ll reward you for that soon.”
My ears perk up.
Reward?
Oh, I like the idea of that. If my body enjoyed his punishment as much as it did, I can hardly wait to experience a reward.
He chuckles softly. “So fucking expressive. I swear to God, I can read every damn thought that crosses your mind.”
Yeah. And that is so dang unnerving.
I’ve spent years masking to make sure no one ever knew what was going on beneath my happy exterior. Xander sees something totally different, though. I don’t like it. That’s icky shit no one ever needs to see.
Keeping his finger on my asshole, he moves his other hand between my thighs, getting me to nudge them apart with a tap. As soon as he touches my clit, I jolt, moving into his touch. He slowly pushes his finger into my ass and instead of hating it, I moan.
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking needy, aren’t you? When’s the last time someone made you come?”
Someone?
I didn’t know what an orgasm truly was until about six months ago.
And even though it was hugely eye-opening that they are, in fact, real, I’m still not all that impressed.
The books I’ve read have always made it seem like orgasms are explosive and life-changing.
I’m not sure what kind of weed they’ve been smoking, but I’d be willing to give it a try just to experience something like that.
“Quinn,” he says, his tone a clear warning that he wants an answer.
“No one has ever made me come.” I pause and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that will shield me from my embarrassment. “Other than myself.”
His fingers still for a second before he keeps his rhythm going. “That shouldn’t please me as much as it does. Knowing I’m going to be the first man to fuck this ass and to make you come, it’s not right that I feel like I won something. It’s fucked up, sunshine. I’m fucked up.”
After taking in a deep breath, I slowly let it out and look back at him. He senses it and meets my gaze.
“I like you the way you are, Daddy.”