Chapter 3 #4
There was something wrong with me. That was the only explanation for this, and I hated that. Knowing that I had only done this to myself made it all that much worse.
My anger only had one outlet. Him.
His fingers delved into the folds of my pussy and I lost the ability to speak. Every last word died on my lips as a powerful surge of desire rattled my core. With an expert touch, he found my clit with the pads of two fingers and began to circle it with skillful intention.
Fuck.
My anger served to fuel my need and as he toyed with my pussy, I fell prey to his expert maneuvers.
I couldn’t think of the words to tell him what I wanted as I moaned into the couch, but it soon became clear that I didn’t need to.
He already knew what that was. It was as if he could read me like a book.
His fingers on my skin felt like a drug. Each time he circled my clit, I wanted more. No. Needed more. I ground my pussy into his fingers as my body took control and ignored every last emotion hurtling through my mind.
“Please,” I begged.
What was I begging for? Did I want him to stop? Did I want to come with my bottom burning as I lay over his knee? Freshly punished and mortifyingly aroused? Would it be so wrong to give in to my body’s demands?
Fuck. His fingers played my body like an instrument, strumming my needy flesh higher and higher until I thought I was going to fray to pieces all over him. Maybe that was what he wanted. Maybe that’s what I wanted.
This was so fucking real.
“Come hard for Daddy, little girl,” he demanded, and I keened with trepidation and arousal far stronger than I had ever known before in my life.
His fingers knew exactly what to do and it wasn’t long before I felt my entire core tighten with extreme need, like I was at the top of a roller coaster and there was no getting off until the ride was over.
It was too late. I was going to come over Daddy’s lap after he spanked me. I knew it and he knew just how inevitable it was.
I’d orgasmed at my own hands a few times, but none of those came remotely close to the desire burning through me right now. Every nerve in my body was simmering with passionate need, so much so that it felt like I was burning from the inside out.
My nipples were so hard that they were scraping against the lace of my bra. My bare bottom tingled from his cruel hand, but all of that paled to the sensation that was pulsing through my needy little pussy. My inner walls kept clenching down, desperate to feel something inside.
Anything. His fingers. His cock.
His cock was so hard against my naked hip. I could tell that he was impossibly large. I knew that it would probably hurt when he fucked me for the first time, but I knew that I’d probably come for him despite all that.
I wondered if he would think less of me if he knew I was a virgin. Would he want to be my first? Would he push me away because I was innocent?
His fingers pressed more insistently at my clit and I forgot all semblance of reason. None of it mattered anymore. All I wanted to do was come.
I wanted to come for Daddy.
My hips ground even harder against his fingers and I cried out.
“That’s a good girl. Come hard for Daddy,” he commanded softly, and his words were my undoing.
My walls crumbled, and I gave in. I had no fight left in me and I fractured as his fingers worked fervently between my thighs.
He was relentless and as the first tendrils of my release gripped at every fiber of my being, I began to truly lose control.
Each moan that escaped my lips sounded more wretched with insatiable need. My body arched and ground back against his hand as every single nerve in my body pulsed with endless consuming sensation that burned me from the inside out. My muscles tensed and my thighs started to tremble.
That had never happened to me before.
As my orgasm loomed before me, I soon began to fear the moment when the wave of pleasure finally burst over me.
It was as if I was waiting for it to break and slam me back against a cliff.
I squirmed and tried to fight its unavoidable arrival, but it was pointless.
Daddy wanted me to orgasm and I was going to.
“Come for Daddy or he’ll spank these pretty thighs bright red to match your bare little bottom,” he demanded.
“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded.
His fingers punished my clit even harder, his demands insistent and at last, I finally gave in.
“I’m going to come for you, Daddy,” I wailed, mortified and ashamed and undeniably aroused.
“Come for me, little girl,” he demanded firmly, and I finally shattered at his command.
My inner walls fluttered hard and my core tightened into a little ball.
My pussy clenched tightly as my clit exploded with blazing hot sensation.
I writhed over his lap, needing every moment of this incredible orgasm no matter how shameful it may be.
Every last muscle in my legs was trembling with scorching bliss. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed with my need.
“Daddy. Daddy. Please.”
The words left my lips unbidden, no longer carrying any semblance of reason.
My clit pulsed hard and white-hot ecstasy blinded me.
My fingers dug into his ankle as I held on for dear life, riding one wave of pleasure after another until at long last, it began to fade.
A soft warmth surrounded me like a firm embrace, taking a hold of me so completely that I was helpless against it.
For a long while, I simply breathed. I tried to gain control of the frantic beat of my heart and the way I desperately gasped to draw in air. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me close to his chest and I clawed at him, not really aware of what I was doing anymore.
Several moments passed as I gathered myself.
For a while, I was numb as the last grips of my frenzied desire faded into something of the past. My panting breaths slowed, and my heartbeat normalized.
I could feel a sheen of sweat at the cusp of my brow at the same time a small droplet of perspiration dripped down the length of my spine.
I moved just a little bit and sucked in a breath as my bottom pressed against his thigh. It still burned from the hard spanking he gave me, and my clit still pulsed from the orgasm he’d taken from me without asking.
This had been real after all. He’d spanked me harder than I had expected. He’d punished me. There was no doubt about that. He’d made me come with his fingers after the whole thing too.
My release had been long and mortifyingly hard.
The longer I sat there in his lap, the more I grew annoyed over the whole thing.
I hated that he’d spanked me hard enough to make it really hurt.
I hated that I’d fallen for the whole thing and I hadn’t know better than to run the first chance that I could.
I hated that I’d come the hardest I’d ever come in my life for him because of how aroused the entire thing had made me.
He’d humiliated me and I hated that I liked it.
I closed my eyes and tried to keep myself calm, but it was a measure of futility because I only grew angrier.
I had thought this was all role play, but it had been very real, and I hadn’t been ready for that.
He hadn’t stopped when I’d begged him to.
He hadn’t listened to a word I’d said and had just continued to punish me as he saw fit.
He’d spanked me harder after I’d told him that I’d had enough.
It made me mad that it felt like he knew what I needed before I figured it out myself.
He was practically a stranger. He shouldn’t have that kind of power of me.
He was the reason this all spiraled out of control.
He was at fault for my burning backside and my throbbing pussy and the best fucking orgasm I’d ever fucking had. How dare he?
I licked my lips.
I needed to get away from him. I wanted to run. I needed to think, and I couldn’t do that with his arms surrounding me like this. He tensed, almost as if he could feel my annoyance and his finger dipped below my chin. He forced me to look at him and that made me even more furious.
I clenched my teeth together and stared back at him, unwilling to hide the raw challenge in my eyes. If he recognized it, he ignored it because there was something dark behind those eyes. He wanted me. Badly.
I could feel how hard his cock was against my hip. His fingers dug a bit tighter into my chin and I frowned with annoyance at the cocky arrogance that flittered across his dark gaze. I’d given him everything and still he wanted to take more.
“On your knees, little girl. You’re going to thank Daddy for punishing you with that pretty little mouth,” he said sternly.
The fucking balls on this man. If he thought I was going to take his big cock in my mouth, he was about to realize how very wrong he was. I wasn’t going to thank him for what he did. There wasn’t a goddamn chance in hell, and it was about time I told him just that.
I scrambled off of his lap and he let me go. He probably expected me to fall to his knees for him, but I wasn’t going to do that. Instead, I stood up and glared back at him before I knelt down, grasped at my panties, and tugged them up my legs as quickly as I could.
“Did I tell you that you’re allowed to cover your pretty little pussy?” he asked, and I couldn’t stop myself from practically snarling back at him. His eyes narrowed.
I panicked and my anger got the best of me.
“Fuck you, Daddy,” I retorted, making sure to drip every drop of sarcasm into the pet name that I could.
I pulled my panties into place and then my jeans, before I sprinted out of the room.
I didn’t wait for the butler to lead me out and I didn’t look back, not even for a second even though I desperately wanted to see the disappointment on his face.
I just ran down the driveway. When I made it far enough, I took my phone out of my pocket and called myself an Uber.
I kept walking while I waited for it to arrive.
When it pulled up a short time later, I jumped into the backseat and I tried not to think about how much it hurt to be wearing jeans over my freshly spanked bottom, but most of all, I tried not to think about Daddy’s fingers between my thighs.
I failed and then the only thing I could think about was his cock.