Chapter Six — Alex
“Strip,” Callum says the second I walk in the door. “Now.”
I scowl at Callum to signal my disapproval and remove my clothes.
“On your knees. Open that pretty little mouth for me.”
He undoes his pants and unleashes his cock. Again, I’m thrown off by how big it is.
I wrap my lips around his shaft, and he moans.
At least he’s giving me attention this time.
“That’s it,” he says. “Your mouth feels so good baby girl.”
He digs his fingers into my hair and pulls my head closer.
“That’s it. Take all of Daddy’s cock,” he says. “Good little slut.”
I pause and look up at him.
“What? You don’t like being called a little slut? Would you prefer I called you a whore?”
I release his cock.
“Keep sucking, or I’ll throw you over my lap and redden your ass, and then make you finish the job.”
My cheeks heat up, and I consider my options.
“Oh — so you want me to give you a spanking? Is that it?”
I want to say no, but I can’t quite get the word out. I’m so overwhelmed by everything that it’s hard to express myself. The truth is, I kind of do. I’m so turned on and frustrated that it’s hard to think straight.
“I can make that happen, sweetheart,” he says.
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, fireman-style, slapping my ass once. He sits down on the couch and throws me over his lap, and begins spanking me.
My ass starts to heat up, and when I start kicking my legs, he firmly wraps his arm around them.
“No squirming,” he says. “Take your spanking like a good girl.”
He dips one hand between my legs, feeling my pussy.
“You’re soaking,” he says, before pushing a finger inside.
I can’t help but moan as he starts to finger me. He continues spanking me, and I feel my ass heat up.
“Is that good? Is your ass red enough now to finish what you started?”
He lifts me off his lap and looks at me. I’m so embarrassed and turned on.
“I asked you a question: is that good, or do I need to keep spanking you?” he asks again.
“It’s good,” I mumble. I never imagined I’d be in this position.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now wrap those pretty little lips of yours around daddy’s cock and finish what you started.”
I open my mouth as he feeds me his cock. I begin to suck, and he moans, pushing his fingers into my hair.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he says.
I feel his fingers clench, and I start to speed up. Encouraged, he says, “Your mouth is so fucking perfect. You’re so fucking perfect. Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”
I move one hand between my legs, and he moans.
“Fuck, Alex,” he says. “I’ve never felt so —”
He stops himself and grips my hair harder. I want to ask him what, but I feel like now isn’t the time.
I continue sucking, and I feel his cock swell even larger. It starts to pulse, and then a second later I feel hot liquid spill into my mouth.
It’s thick and creamy, and I immediately swallow.
I’ve always found men’s semen kind of gross, but for some reason I like the taste of his.
I always thought girls who said stuff like that were being pick-mes, but there’s something about him that makes everything he touches turn to gold.
Including his semen. Because it’s his, it just tastes better.
“Good girl,” he coos as I swallow.
I smile, feeling warmth spread across my chest.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that, right?” he says.
I beam instinctively. A second later, I catch myself. What the hell am I doing? I’ve slipped into a weird, trance-like state, wanting to please him. This isn’t me.