Chapter Five
Lena
God, he’s mad at me.
I should’ve known this was all too good to be true. Why would a man like Damien want to be with someone like me—someone who’s never done this before? I can barely even keep my breathing steady when he looks at me.
I’m such an idiot.
The rush of heat in my cheeks is quickly replaced by a wave of cold panic. My stomach twists, my pulse pounding in my ears. He must think I’m pathetic…weak…maybe even disgusting.
He cuts through my spiral. “Firefly.”
His voice is low, firm, and I snap my head up before I can stop myself. His storm-gray eyes lock on mine.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
I swallow, my voice small. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he asks, arching a brow.
“For…” I swallow hard, barely resisting the urge to dab my burning cheeks. “For being so…inexperienced.”
He stares at me for a heartbeat, his expression unreadable, before a curse slips from his lips, rough and sharp. His jaw flexes, his eyes narrowing with something between frustration and amusement.
“Jesus, Lena.” He shakes his head, stepping closer until his chest is almost brushing mine. “You think you have to apologize for that? For keeping yourself untouched until now?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
He hesitates, then says, “I hate to bring him up right now, but I had thought that you and Logan…”
I shake my head firmly, blushing even harder. “No. I didn’t want…that’s why Logan broke up with me. I wouldn’t have sex with him.”
A flash of anger crosses his face. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he says firmly.
And then the anger passes, replaced with something like relief, and his gaze drags down my face like a slow caress.
“The fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t make me want you less, firefly.
” His voice dips into something darker, almost reverent.
“It makes me want you more. You have no idea what it does to me, knowing you’ve kept yourself…
all for me. That I can be the first one to touch you, make you feel good, not my good-for-nothing son. You’re mine.”
The air leaves my lungs in a rush.
Then his mouth is on mine again, slower this time.
It’s not the fierce, claiming kiss from before, but something that pulls me under, stealing every thought, every defense.
His lips coax instead of demand, teasing me until my knees feel like they might give out.
I hang on tightly to him, desperate for an anchor.
Heat spreads through me in a slow, dizzying wave. My chest feels tight, my vision hazy, every inch of me aware of the ache blooming low in my belly. I’ve never felt anything like this, never even imagined it.
He pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is low, ragged. “You drive me insane, Lena. I can’t control myself around you.” His thumb strokes along my jaw. “But if you’re not ready to go further tonight, I’ll stop.”
The thought of him stopping makes my chest seize.
“I’m ready,” I blurt out, my cheeks catching fire.
“Are you sure, firefly?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.
“Yes,” I murmur, my pulse thrumming low in my veins.
“Yes, what?”
I look at him. I know what he wants me to say. Yes, Daddy. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I suddenly want to know what it feels like to stretch my limits with him. The thought sends a rush of excitement through me.
“Yes, Damien.”
“Careful,” he says with a smirk, his gaze sweeping over me like he’s memorizing every inch. “I should spank you for being naughty.”
The words slam into me like a physical touch, sending a hot, liquid rush straight between my legs.
He stills, his eyes locked on my face. “Wait…” His voice drops to a husky whisper. “You actually want to be spanked, don’t you, firefly?”
I shake my head on instinct, but my traitorous blush says otherwise.
His eyes darken, the hunger there sharp enough to make me shiver.
“Come here,” he says, taking my hand and guiding me toward the leather armchair by the fireplace. He sits down and pulls me into his lap in one smooth motion. I gasp at the effortless strength in the move, landing sideways across his thick thighs.
One of his big hands spreads low over my back, holding me in place. The other runs up my bare thigh, his palm hot against my skin, until his fingers toy with the thin waistband of my panties.
“You’ve never been spanked before, have you, firefly?”
I shake my head, my voice caught somewhere between fear and…anticipation.
“Then I’m going to teach you.” His tone is firm, deliberate. “And you’re going to take every single swat, because you asked for it. Whether you realized it or not.”
My body tingles all over, my pulse roaring in my ears.
He shifts me so I’m lying fully across his lap now, my breasts pressing into his solid thigh. The position makes me feel…small. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.
“Damien…” I whisper.
His hand strokes over the curve of my ass, slow and possessive. “That’s Daddy to you.”
The word shivers out of me before I can stop it. “Daddy…”
He growls low in his chest, the sound vibrating against me. Then he hooks his fingers around my panties and drags them down my legs.
“You have such a hot ass and pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, stroking my bare bottom gently. “Spread your legs for me a little, firefly.”
I moan as my pussy responds to his words by contracting, gushing more of that liquid heat. I feel so vulnerable lying over his lap with my bare bottom in the air and my legs tied together by my own panties around my knees.
Slowly, I obey, opening my legs as much as my panties allow. Cool air fans my skin, and I wonder if Damien can see how wet I am.
He shifts positions, and when I feel a hot breeze between my legs, I realize he’s blowing on my wet center. My entire body jerks, and I squeeze my eyes shut as every nerve in my body seems to spark to life.
“I’m going to touch that sweet pussy of yours,” Damien says, his voice rough and gravelly.
“But first, I need to finish punishing your ass.” He shifts positions again, and the next thing I knew, he’s threading his fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck and locking it in a gentle fist. He tugs my head up and tilts it slightly so he can look into my eyes. “What happens to naughty girls?”
The serious voice sends a chill down my spine. If it wasn’t for the slight twinkle in his eyes, I might faint with fear.
“Well?” he prompts, tightening his grip on my hair and giving it a tug. “What happens to naughty little girls?”
“They get spanked?” I answer.
“That’s right,” he says, releasing my hair. Then he pushes my head down so my nose makes contact with his thigh. “They get spanked long and hard over Daddy’s knee. You hold on to my leg tight, young lady, while I paint your bare bottom eight shades of red.”
I obey, wrapping both hands around his muscular calf.
Damn, he sounds so terrifying in his daddy role. I love it.
His hand comes down hard on my skin. Smack!
I gasp in shock. I would have jumped off his lap if he wasn’t pinning me in place. It hurts a little, but mostly I’m surprised at the sudden jolt of heat that goes right to my pussy. I’m practically dripping already.
And I know it’s only the beginning.
A few seconds later, his hand strikes again, this time on the opposite cheek. Smack!
I grind my teeth, so stunned by the force of the spanking that I can’t even make a sound. The moment I gasp my first desperate breath, another hand lands on my behind. Smack!
He rubs his hand over the burn on my ass, chuckling as I squirm in his hold. “How does that feel, baby girl? Is your spanking everything you dreamed it would be?”
I’m breathing hard, still reeling from the pain, and can only manage to say, “Please…”
“Please what? Shall I stop?” Damien asks.
“No!” I whine. That’s the last thing I want. I want his hand on me forever, giving me pain, giving me pleasure, giving me everything.
I can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “As you wish.”
His hand comes down sharply. Smack!
And then another. And another.
My ass feels like it’s on fire after less than a minute.
I grip his pant leg, holding on for dear life as his hand rains down swat after fiery swat.
The sharp sting merges with a deeper, bruising ache of pleasure that brings tears to my eyes.
I cry out, helpless against the mix of pain and pleasure.
The pain of the spanking has chased away any remnant of embarrassment.
My legs flail wildly, no doubt giving Damien an eyeful of my not-so-private parts.
My panties have slid down to my ankles, and I don’t care one bit.
It’s as if all of my senses are focused completely on my exposed bottom and my soaking wet pussy.
Despite the pain, I find myself anticipating each hard swat, how each one drives my body hard against Damien’s thigh and sends a jolt of arousal to my clit. My back arches, causing my bottom to jut out further, practically begging for more swats.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Damien murmurs, his hand coming down hard again. “I wish you could see how hot you look right now, firefly. Your body is so taut and needy and wet. Your ass is cherry red and hot to the touch.”
I don’t understand how something so painful can also feel so pleasurable, nor do I care to analyze it in the moment. I can barely think straight. All I can do is concentrate on the heat between my legs, the arousal coiling in my lower belly, and the proof of his aroused cock hard against my side.
He wants me. Just the thought makes me more aroused.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I want him inside of me, filling this aching gap he seems to have created.
“Please, Daddy…” I murmur, unconsciously spreading my legs wider. I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I hope he obliges.
The swats stop, and he trails his fingers lightly over my burning skin until finally moving between my legs. I gasp when he touches my lower lips, fondling around my dripping entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he says with a growl that sounds almost feral.
I whimper, opening my legs wider.
“Let’s get these off you,” he says, reaching for my panties. He pulls the material off my ankles and tosses it aside. Then he runs his palm up and down my inner thighs, teasing me by changing directions right before reaching my pussy.
“I can smell you,” he says, finally clamping his entire hand over my mound and giving it a squeeze that causes a gasp to burst from my lips. “Such a needy, horny girl.”
“Oh God, Damien,” I moan, helpless against the torrent of pleasure coursing through me.
“I’m not going to fuck you with my cock just yet,” he says, and lazily slides a finger into my pussy.
“But that’s…cruel!” I blurt, then gasp, my cheeks burning.
Damien chuckles darkly. “I just spanked you until you cried.” He pumps his finger inside of me. “But this…making you wait before you feel my cock inside of you. That’s cruel, huh?”
I growl—actually growl—with frustration, like a wounded animal.
How dare he work me into such a frenzy and then not fuck me?
He slides a second finger into me, stretching me gently by scissoring his fingers within my folds.
I moan at the new sensation. “You’re mean. I need…”
“I know what you need, baby girl. And daddies have to be a little mean sometimes. Now, I want to see you writhing over my lap, coming hard for me, like the well-spanked, horny little girl you are. You hear me, Lena?”
“Yes!”
“Say, ‘yes, Daddy,’” he demands.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I reply, feeling like I’m about to burst.
He finally focuses on my clit, stroking and teasing it without mercy until the pleasure that’s been building within me finally explodes. I come hard, jerking about on his lap wildly as my orgasm passes through my body in waves.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I never want it to stop.