Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
His wound-up little girl sat on the couch, her hands folded in her lap, head hung. Once he was transferred to his normal chair, he approached.
“Helena, I want you to tell me exactly what you did that was wrong tonight.”
Her tears had stopped, but he could feel her shame and anger.
“You had gestured for me to ignore her. I didn’t listen.”
“And?”
“I spilled wine on her dress.”
“On accident or on purpose for petty revenge?”
Did the woman deserve it? Absolutely. But it made Helena no better than her. He held his little girl to a higher standard and expected more from her.
Helena had a temper, this much Grayson knew. But spilling a drink on someone would not be tolerated. He would address how she confronted her mother later. For now, he’d deal with her reprimand.
“Petty revenge,” Helena mumbled.
“You also did all this in front of your niece. I trust you regret letting her see that?”
Helena nodded.
“And you would expect better behavior from her, correct?”
Another nod.
“Use your words, Helena.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Grayson forced himself to ignore how those words made his cock painfully hard.
“I thought our last spanking session would remind you to think before you act, but I’ll need to remind my Little girl again.”
Grayson straightened himself, patting his lap. But she didn’t move.
“If you wanted a meek, submissive little princess, that’s not who I am. I stand up for myself and others who I care about,” Helena snapped, her eyes shooting lasers.
“Did I say that’s what I wanted? I love your fire. I love your biting wit. You don’t tolerate bullshit. But your Daddy will calm and settle you when necessary, like right now.”
Helena huffed, sinking herself further into the couch.
“Bitch deserved it.”
“Oh yes, she did. Most definitely. But I don’t care about her right now. I care about you. Now I want you to come over my lap.”
Grayson clicked a button, allowing the lateral parts of his chair to be lifted up and away, clearing the way for Helena.
He took her hand when she limply offered it, then she whined when she realized he meant for her to lay atop it, sprawled over him in defeat.
“I’m sorry!”
Helena balanced her toes on his back wheel when he rubbed over her bottom.
“I know you are, but you will still receive this punishment.”
His hand came down on her ass over her skirt, enough to make her jump but not enough to make it sting.
He repeated this process over her skirt several times, then had her embarrassingly lift the soft material to her cheeky panties with little skulls on them
Grayson smirked, fighting the urge to just tug them down and punish her with his tongue. That would come.
“Daddyyy!” she squealed and kicked her legs. Each time she tried, he applied pressure to the back of her thighs, holding them down.
“Lie still, baby.”
Once her wriggling ceased, he continued, watching the pleasing jiggle of her globes.
Grayson hastened the pace of his hand, switching from cheek to cheek as he felt her body tense up on his lap.
Helena mewled his name, unable to leave his lap with his hand in her hair. He tugged it back, forcing her head up and exposing her throat. His girl let out a guttural moan.
“Open.” Somehow, she knew he meant her mouth.
He tugged her panties down, soaked of course, and stuffed them past her lips.
“Bad Little girls get gagged.”
He heard her muffle and gasp as his hand connected with her bare, unprotected cheeks.
“Nuuuhh!” Grayson held her hands just above her tailbone, rendering her completely at his mercy as he punished her bottom. The more she squirmed, the harder he became against the pommel of his chair.
He eased up, rubbing his hand over her reddened cheeks. When he silently tapped her thigh, Helena knew it was her command to spread them. The smell of her heady lust filled the air, and her hips bucked against his hand he was lowering between her legs.
She was so fucking wet. So ready. But he wasn’t ready to let her off the hook.
“Please…”
He could make out her plea through her gag. “I don’t know if you’ve learned your lesson yet.” His fingers dipped into her depths, and he used his other hand to spread her cheeks, exposing her back entrance.
Helena whined and strained against him, craning her neck to inspect what he was doing.
“Shh, relax. Do you trust Daddy?”
She nodded without hesitation, going languid when he applied pressure to her needy center. It forced her back to arch, giving him access.
“I love how responsive you are.”
He delivered another slap to her well-punished ass without warning. Helena yelped, and he watched as goosebumps spread across her back.
“I love your body.” Another slap. This time she seethed through her gag, grunting in protest.
“I fucking love everything about you.” His fingers entered her again, drawing her closer and closer to the release she was desperate for. Grayson gave a warning tug on her hair when he felt her getting too close. She groaned and wailed when he removed them, leaving her hopelessly empty. Helena knew she needed permission.
He took her panties from her mouth, wanting to hear her desperate cries.
“Please, please, please...!”
He stopped counting “pleases” after a few, then chuckled as he began rubbing her needy button again.
“You know what you need to ask Daddy.”
Whines were his only response. She was so far gone that orgasming without his permission would earn her another spanking if she wasn’t careful.
To get her attention, he took away her pleasure again. Helena reached back, searching for his hand.
“Ah ah, what do you need?” He petted her silky curls, just wanting to wind his fist in it and pound her little pussy from behind on his couch until she begged for mercy.
“I want to come!” she bellowed.
“Do you have my permission?”
“Noooo…”
“You’ll earn it. When I decide.”
Grayson wondered how long he could draw this out. How long could he hold himself off? He felt his precum dripping, just aching to be inside her.
Damn it, he was weak.
Only for her.
Grayson guided Helena up. She wobbled a little before he set her back on the couch far back. He practically ripped the legs of his chair out of the way to get as close to her as possible.
She instinctively spread her legs, hissing when the fabric made contact with her ass.
“Stay like that. Just fucking like that.”
He ripped his belt off, encasing her delicate wrists in it and positioning them above her head.
“Oh god…” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
No. Those were his lips.
He punished her mouth with a claiming kiss, forcing her legs open even further and balancing himself on the couch with one hand and stroking his length with the other. Jesus, he was close. He wouldn’t last.
“Oh my fucking god, yes!” he grunted through his teeth.
The little tease even tried pulling him into her with one foot as her leg wrapped around his waist.
“Don’t you dare. Just lie there like a good little girl and I’ll let you come. Just stay there…” He was so lost in the haze of his pleasure, desperate to fill her pussy. Helena grinned and folded her knees, keeping herself nice and wide for him. She urged him on with her words. God, why did she have to be so beautiful?
Her lusty promises became muffled as his body exploded in pleasure, and all over her abdomen and thighs.
Helena squealed as he sprayed his seed all over her. She chafed against his belt, which he freed her from immediately.
His body finally allowed to relax, he pulled her closer to him by the thighs.
“I can come, Daddy? I can—” She was silenced by his fingers, pumping furiously until he felt her clamp down.
“Come for me, baby. That’s my good girl.”
She practically screamed in triumph, finally having her reward she was so desperate for. Helena unleashed a flood of curses that were music to his ears as she came undone beneath him. It became too much, and she pushed him away, her body quaking uncontrollably.
“Good girl. There’s my Helena.”
Just like that, she was lustily smiling in a post-orgasm fog, spread out lewdly on his couch. After a few minutes, she became self-conscious of her nakedness, reaching for something to cover her body.
“No.”
She raised a brow at him, her cheeks flushed pink.
“I want you to stay just like this. I love seeing you this way.”
Helena smoothed back her messy curls, shaking them from her face. “You made me a mess.” She giggled, letting her hand leave the pillow she was about to cover her naked chest with.
Grayson wouldn’t say this aloud yet, but he was determined to be the last man to see her this way ever again.