Chapter Tribute #2
“Shit,” He groaned as I sucked him like my life depended on it. I wanted this—needed him to come down my throat again. I was on my knees, my back at an angle as I fought to take another inch I couldn’t afford. Tears blurred my vision as we both used my throat as a punching bag.
“I’m going to come, Babygirl. You won’t waste a drop, will you?” Dane grunted.
His body tensed as I eagerly took more. His body wasn’t close enough as I squeezed his knot.
I used my thumb to draw circles as it swelled.
He was close, and I needed his release more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
I swallowed and hummed to answer him. He shoved me down on his cock, making me take another inch, and held me there while he came.
It gushed from his tip, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the taste.
Heavenly. Who needed drugs when you had Dane’s cum to choke on?
Somehow, I swallowed every last drop, but even then, I found I liked the feel of him. I didn’t want to let him go yet. I stayed latched on to him, sucking him soothed me. When I pulled off with a pop, he released my hair, and hummed happily knowing I had pleased him.
I made him come.
I rocked back on my heels and stood, leaning into him. I kissed his lips and moved back, but his hand gripped my neck.
Dane pulled me close, kissing me. I deepened the kiss.
It was slow, sensual, and full of promise.
My eyes flew open as his tongue danced with mine.
He wasn’t disgusted by his seed in my mouth.
If anything, it turned him on more if the rumble in his chest was anything to go by.
When the kiss broke, I started to turn from him and he grabbed my hand.
He twirled me back around, pulling me down into his lap. My eyes lowered to his still hard cock.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“Aren’t we done? I pleased you. That puts you out of commission for a day… or a few hours at most.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I… figured I could go take care of myself and be right back,” I murmured.
“Oh, Babygirl. You’re not going anywhere,” he laughed.
“Are you mocking me?” I huffed.
“I’m not laughing at you. It’s whoever the pathetic excuse of a man taught you this was okay. I told you. You deserve to be pleasured too.” He ran his free hand through his hair.
“I’m not following.”
“I’ve only come once. That doesn’t put me out of commission,” he chuckled.
“I thought…” I trailed off.
“That I’d come in your mouth and let you out of here unsatisfied? I don’t think so,” he growled like I’d offended him.
“I-I… why are you angry?” I asked.
“Well, baby girl. I don’t remember telling you to get up,” he said.
“I didn’t know I needed permission,” I managed, my voice was barely a whisper. I was shaking, my body caught in the crossfire of fear and heat. Maybe it was both. He ran his hand up and down my back soothingly.
“And that’s why Daddy’s here. I’m going to teach you everything you need to know. But you do know you’ve done something wrong, right?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint. Something flickered in his eyes, and my pussy clenched.
“Yes,” I said.
“Tut tut.” He shook his head.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said.
“What did you do wrong?”
“I… got up without permission,” I said.
“Yes, that’s right. And what does that mean?”
“That I displeased you?”
“No, you’ve definitely pleased me. It means you’re a bad girl.” He nipped at my ear and I gasped.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
I knew exactly what he meant. I was a bundle of nerves, but I needed to hear him say it. Wriggling in his lap from excitement, his hands gripped my waist, and I let out a sharp squeak.
“What happens to bad girls, Vera?” he asked. My name on his lips sent chills down my spine. I snapped straight at his stern tone, my fingers fidgeting in my lap. I remembered our previous chats—how much he had wanted to put me over his lap. Is that what is going to happen?
“They get punished.”
“Yes, they do,” he said.
In one motion, he flipped me onto my stomach.
I was draped over his thighs, the hard ridge of him pressing into my stomach.
He pushed me up so my breasts spilled over and my head tilted down, hair falling in waves.
My backside was up in the air, my sex exposed.
He cupped my cheek, and I arched my back.
His other hand pushed down on my back, forcing me back down.
“Dane,” I whispered.
Thwack.
“Ah,” I cried.
My backside stung where his palm had landed. He rubbed it gently with his thumb. His hand disappeared, and I wriggled right before he brought his hand down again. I cried out.
“Still green?” he asked. He sounded like he was holding back.
“Yes,” I whimpered as another slap landed on my sensitive backside. He rubbed the area, and I pushed back against his grasp.
“Are you a bad girl?” Dane grunted as another smack echoed through the room. I was confused. The shame burned hot as the sting on my skin, but the heat between my thighs was louder. I liked this. I liked this a lot.
“Yes,” I whined.
Thwack.
Thwack.
“Are you going to do better?” he asked.
Thwack.
And another.
“No!” I screamed.
“Why not?” Dane growled. Tears escaped, and I moaned as another blow landed.
“Because I like it! I like disobeying! And I sure as hell am going to do it again if it means you’ll spank me like this,” I panted.
I braced for another blow, but when his thumb rubbed my cheek, I sighed.
He squeezed the sensitive flesh, and I twitched before his fingers trailed down my backside.
I spread my legs as his fingers slid over my very wet pussy.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he murmured.