“What?” she sasses back.
“Tell me you want my hands on you. Tell me you want me to smack this perfect ass of yours until the pain melts into pleasure. Tell me you want to look in the mirror and see my red handprint on your ass, knowing I’ve marked you, claimed you as mine.”
Her head looks up and back over her shoulder and she swallows hard. Her mouth drops open and I stare at those pretty, pink lips that are parted, but oh how I want to part them even wider, ramming my dick straight past them until I bottom out in her throat.
“Tell me,” I grunt. “But only if it’s true.” My tone is harsh, rough, and demanding, just like how I’m going to be with her. I’m not going to be satisfied until she gives me the answer I want, and not fully satisfied until she’s screaming out my name.
And not my given name. My earned name. Daddy.
“I want that,” she whimpers so softly I can barely hear. Her outstretched hands clench into fists as if she’s already bracing herself for my hand.
“Louder. I need to know for sure this is what you want because once this begins it doesn’t end. Not now, not ever. Once you become
mine you become mine in all ways. Always.”
She nods.
“Words, little girl. Daddy needs to hear you say it.”
My stomach tightens as she nods again and then finally gives me exactly what I was hoping for, waiting for. “Yes…Daddy.”
Her words have my balls drawing up tight and I want nothing more than to unzip my trousers, whip my dick out, and bury it so deep inside her neither one of us can tell where one ends and the other begins. But not yet.
I cock my elbow back and bring my hand up high, her face scrunching as she correctly anticipates what’s to come. I’m so damn ready to strike her ass I need to be careful not to do it too hard. The pent up energy inside me has my forearm muscles tight, like corded rope, and I don’t want it to snap like an anchor and send us both flailing out to sea, pulled under in a way we can’t control.
Because my control when it comes to her already slipped a long time ago.
My hand comes down and I make contact with both her tiny ass cheeks, my mitt so wide and big I engulf her backside.
A stinging sensation shoots through my palm as her back arches and her mouth opens even wider.
“Uh,” she moans and my cock gurgles, damn near erupting like a volcano.
I know it must hurt, but I can see from her reaction that the pleasure far outweighs the pain. There’s nothing I would ever do to hurt her. As a matter of fact, I’d go to the ends of the earth to keep her safe. But when it comes to her pleasure? I’d equally do anything because pleasing my princess is all that’s on my mind. Constantly. Because pleasing her is how I know I’m going to please myself. As an older man, I want to live my life through her eyes. Guide her through everything and keep her safe. And right now that guidance is wrapped up in teaching her that I always have her best interests in mind, no matter what she thinks or how strict I might come across.
And just like that my hand rises and comes across her ass again, and then, again and again, her jeans shaking from my swats which I’m careful never to deliver in the same spot twice.
This isn’t about hurting her. It’s about teaching her that Daddy knows best, and showing her that I’m the only man who can truly give her what she wants. What she needs.
And it also warms her up for later, when I really introduce her to the depraved thoughts she’s stirred up in my mind. Thoughts I’d never had before her eighteenth birthday party. Never for her and never for any other woman on the planet. Then again there is only one woman on the face of the earth for me. Her. And that’s the most important lesson for her to learn, to absorb, and to be sure of with one hundred percent confidence.
After the last spank, I leave my hand in place, massaging her sweet cheeks while the sound of her panting fills the kitchen. It’s only then I realize I’m breathing hard too, all the blood and oxygen in my body rushing to my dick. A cold bead of sweat trickles down my back and I feel more drops of water forming above my lip and dotting my brow.
Then the switch inside me, which I thought had already flipped, really flips.
I jump up out of the chair, hooking one forearm around her and using the other to wipe the table clean. Placing her face down on the table, and before I can even process what’s happening, I grab those tight pants and jerk them down to her ankles, her little cotton panties with polka dots coming along for the ride. I yank them off one foot and then free them from the other, tossing them across the room to who knows where as I admire my work, taking in the sight of her red ass before I drop to my knees at the edge of the table.
Grabbing the outside of her lower legs I drag her back to me until her pussy is inches from my eyes. Palming her ass and spreading her cheeks wide my mouth waters at the sight of her pretty pink cunt that’s somehow even more perfect than I could have imagined.
She’s so damn wet, dripping for me…her juices covering her inner thighs and even from this angle I can see her engorged nub calling out for me to take it in my mouth, play with it, and add a whole lot of pleasure to the pain I just delivered.
And that’s exactly what the fuck I do, diving in headfirst and running my tongue straight from her clit, through her folds, and flicking it over her pussy hole, drinking up her fountain like the secret to longevity is flowing out of her like a stream.
I lap at her cream, swallowing down gulp after gulp of her musky sweetness that’s never been seen, tasted, or known by anyone but me. Me and only me.
Mine.
I grab the outside of her thighs hard, trying to still the quaking muscles. In response, her knees come flying inward and the sides of her thighs clamp tight to my ears, blocking out all sound except for a ringing feeling that has me disoriented like I’m drowning in my feast of her flesh.