Chapter 13
Camden
If my Little girl had any idea how unnerved I am by everything that just transpired, she’d probably revoke my Daddy card.
I’ve kept myself outwardly steady, but inside, I’ve been brought to my knees.
I could have dropped in front of her instead of the other way around and begged her to see how huge this is.
She knows.
She just doubts herself. She doubts us . It’s understandable. Why wouldn’t she? She had no idea I was pining after her for the entire four years of her degree. From her point of view, she had a crush on her teacher—a man who repeatedly turned her down and put her in her place.
I’ve explained that I was attracted to her, but the speech I just gave put a giant exclamation point on how intensely I’ve felt all this time.
I suppose our worries go both ways. She’s afraid I don’t know the real Simone just as much as I’m concerned about her not knowing the real Camden. The difference is she has no experience with me as a Daddy, and I’ve watched her giggle and exercise her Little around me from the beginning.
Yes, things will be different now, but I don’t believe there’s anything we could learn about the other that would be a deal breaker.
I came very close to telling her that I very much intend to put a ring on her finger the moment I feel like she has shed her doubts. That seemed to be going a bit too far for today. I don’t want to give her a heart attack before I’ve spanked her.
I’ve mentioned before that I want to marry her. I haven’t brought it up since. I think she’s overwhelmed enough. She doesn’t need me dropping that bomb again.
After arranging her over the pillows once more, I clasp her hands at the small of her back and palm her amazing ass. The bruises are gone. Her eye is the only part that’s still a bit swollen. She’ll be good as new in no time. On the outside.
I know she’s hurting on the inside, but I’m hoping this move in the direction of our future will help her get past some of the trauma.
“You need a safeword,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “There is no way I’ll ever need a safeword with you, Daddy.”
“Doesn’t work that way, Little one. Everyone needs a safeword if they’re going to engage in any type of play. Red? Or do you want to pick something else?”
“Red is fine, Daddy.”
“If you get uncomfortable or need me to slow down, use yellow. If it’s not working for you or you need me to stop for any reason, red. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I rub her bottom one more time and then give her a swat.
She flinches, her breath hitching, not from the tiny light spank but from the shock. That’s expected. She giggles a second later.
“That was more of a love pat, Baby girl. Ready for more?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is stronger. Her confidence is growing, and her fear is waning. I haven’t even warmed her up yet.
After lifting my palm, I spank her several times in a row. Not hard. Just enough to help her relax and get used to the sensation of my palm on her bottom.
“That’s it?”
“Sassy, sassy girl. Tsk tsk.”
She giggles again. “I mean…”
Before she can finish her thought, I swat her again, harder this time. She stops laughing and sobers a bit as she lifts her head and grips the pillow between her knees.
I use more force for the next barrage, letting her feel a bit more sting.
When she doesn’t protest, I increase again.
I’m impressed by her reaction. I expected her to enjoy being spanked, but I didn’t expect her to be quite so into it the first time.
I’m spanking her almost as hard as I would a seasoned submissive.
Suddenly, she moans and grips the pillow between her knees tighter.
Fuck me. I’d intended for her to get an emotional release in the form of a good cry. She’s not tearing up. She’s aroused.
I shift my attention to the backs of her thighs, working my way toward her knees and then back up to her reddened butt cheeks. My girl is settling into this. She’s no longer shaking or stiff. She’s enjoying herself.
One thing is obvious: spanking is not a good punishment for her breaking important rules. Based on her reaction, she’d probably run through traffic if she thought I would spank her afterward.
I’d intended to pause more often and check in with her, but I’m watching her face. She doesn’t need a break. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are rolled back. Her cheeks are pink. She’s blissed out.
After glancing at her bottom to make sure I’m not going too far, I pepper her cheeks back and forth while keeping a close eye on her expression. Fuck me. My cock is rebelling. I’ve been hard for a week, especially when holding her in my arms at night, but this… This is an unexpected twist.
I can smell her musk, and since she’s not going to get a release in the form of a good cry, she’s going to get it from an orgasm. I have not given my girl an orgasm yet. I’ve touched her pussy in the bathtub every night, but I haven’t lingered or reached inside her.
She’s a virgin, I remind myself. I have no doubt she’s used dildos before, though, so I’m going to assume she won’t cry out in pain if I thrust a finger into her.
When a long, drawn-out moan escapes her, I stop spanking her, reach between her legs, find her pussy dripping, and push my middle finger into her cunt.
Simone lifts her head and cries out. She also comes. Hard. Her pussy grips my finger. I didn’t even stroke her clit. One finger. One thrust. One fucking sexy orgasm.
My cock can’t take this. I’m going to come in my jeans. I press my bulging shaft against the edge of the mattress to help ease the pressure. It hardly works.
“Oh God… Camden…” At least she hasn’t forgotten who’s fingering her.
If she can come that easily, she can give me another. I release her hands, flatten my palm on the small of her back to steady her, and pull my finger out of her tight channel to rub her clit. It’s swollen and slippery. I’ve never felt this much arousal leaking from a woman.
My girl is on fire. I already knew I was in love with her. But now that I see how she reacts to my touch, I’m way past that.
She squirms, making me press on her back to keep her from escaping my fingers. “ Camden .” Her voice is shrill.
I flatten three of my fingers against her clit and push down.
Simone is the most sexual being alive. How did I not realize this? She screams as another orgasm takes over. Watching her come is so beautiful. I could do so every day for the rest of my life, and I will. Apparently, several times a day.
Her body goes limp, and she’s panting as she drops face-first against the bed.
I tug the pillow from between her legs, lift her sated body, and flip her onto her back so that her bottom is at the edge of the bed.
Her eyes are glazed over, and she rolls her head back and forth as I grab her inner thighs and part her legs. Fuck, she’s so stunning. Every inch of her. Her pussy is wet and red. Swollen. Is it still pulsing?
I need to taste her. I’ve dreamed of this for years.
It’s happening right now because I can’t resist any longer.
Holding her knees open, I lower my lips to her inner thigh and kiss a path to her cunt.
Her scent is divine. I don’t waste any time nibbling.
As soon as I reach her pussy, I cover her folds and clit with my mouth and suck.
Simone arches her chest off the bed and moans. “Camden… Oh, God. I can’t.”
She can, and she will. I suck harder and then ease back and flick her clit rapidly with my tongue.
A high-pitched keening squeal fills the room.
Yes .
After scraping my teeth against her sensitive bud, I thrust my tongue into her channel.
Fuck, she’s tight. I should have asked if she’s used a dildo so I would know what size objects have been inside her.
I will, but for now, I need to use caution.
I don’t want to cause her pain. Not with my fingers and tongue.
She’s shown no evidence she’s hurting, so I shift my attention back to her clit, suckling the swollen nub while I ease two fingers into her cunt.
My cock reacts to how tightly she grips my fingers. She’s going to strangle me when I push into her. But that’s not happening right now. All I want from my girl at the moment is one more sexy orgasm.
She sets her hands on my head and shoves. “Camden…” Her tone is desperate for release, not please don’t touch me . If she were too sensitive, she would be wincing. Instead, she’s writhing, trying to buck her hips against my face. That only aids my cause.
Suddenly, she gasps and stiffens, her bottom lifted clear off the bed as she digs her heels into the mattress.
I feel her orgasm tighten around my fingers and against my lips before she starts to moan.
I continue to suckle as I ease my fingers out and eventually lift my lips before she reaches a point where she might be uncomfortable.
Simone is panting. Her eyes are open, but she stares unseeing at the ceiling. Her legs are spread wide without a care in the world.
She’s fucking precious and sexy as hell.
She’s mine. All mine.
I give her one more kiss on her tummy. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I hurry into the bathroom and return with a warm cloth and some cream.
She whimpers as I clean her pussy, and that whimper turns into a fussy moan when I roll her over.
I chuckle. “Don’t fight Daddy, Little one. I’m just going to put some ointment on your bottom to cool your heated skin.”
Her butt cheeks are dark pink and hot, but they won’t bruise. I struck her the right number of times. When I’m done, I carefully arrange her in the middle of the bed, strip out of everything but my briefs, and climb in next to her. After tucking the covers up around us, I pull her into my arms.
She’s still breathing heavily.
I kiss her neck. “Guess I’ll have to come up with some other form of punishment for when you disobey me.”
“Why’s that?” she whispers.
“Because my girl really enjoys being spanked. That will never be a valuable form of discipline.”
She humphs. “I think it will work just fine.”
I laugh, shaking us both. “Is that so? So if you skipped curfew, turned off your phone, and went out drinking all night, I should spank you when you got home?”
“Yes. That’s perfect.”
I keep laughing. “I suggest you not do any of those things, either combined or alone, because you’d find yourself standing naked in the corner for so long that your calves would hurt too badly to walk for days.
Perhaps I should let you hold a bar of soap in your mouth while you stand there.
A few hours would probably be a good deterrent. ”
She shakes her head. “That sounds awful. The spanking is fine.”
I kiss her neck again. “Mmm. I don’t think so. Rest, Baby girl. You need to take a nap.”
“Will you make love to me if I take a nap?”
My heart… “Yes, Little one. But after you rest.”
She gives a contented sigh before falling asleep.
I’m not surprised she dropped off so quickly. She’s had a stressful morning, and then she endured her first spanking. It wasn’t a gentle pat on the bottom either. It was intense.
She couldn’t have known what to expect, but at some point, she surely realized she was enjoying herself. The only problem with the way that went down is that she didn’t get to use the impact play as an opportunity to have a good crying session.
I lie awake, listening to her breaths, inhaling her scent, and counting my blessings.
I can’t put off claiming her pussy any longer.
When she wakes up, I will show her what it means to be totally mine.
I should rest. Lord knows, this Little girl will probably need several more orgasms when she wakes up.
I could probably come a few times—especially considering how long it’s been since I was with a woman—but I’ll never have the stamina Simone has.
That’s fine with me. I will enjoy eating her to orgasm as often as she needs. And spanking her frequently won’t hurt my feelings a bit, either.
I’m in heaven.