Be My Babygirl

Her back arches and she sucks in a breath, but the next second she’s pushing her ass out for more.

Fucking perfect.

I lash her again, the sound of my leather striking her naked skin making me nearly lose my mind.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Yes. Yes, daddy, please. It hurts but it feels so good.”

“Good girl.” I bring my belt back and whap the folded leather across the tops of her thighs, relishing every moan of pleasure that comes from her pretty lips. “She likes daddy’s belt.”

“Yes, daddy,” she moans.

I whip her again, and again, until she’s striped with my leather and vibrating with need. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be in her. I take a condom out of my wallet and place it on the bed, strip the rest of my clothing off, and kneel beside her. I roll the condom over my cock and glide the tip through her swollen folds. Her fingers grip the blanket as she braces herself for me.

“You’ll take all of me, as many times as I want you.”

She nods. “Yes, daddy.” It’s part of our agreement, our contract, but I want all of her.

“Good girl,” I groan, gently pushing myself between her legs. I want to impale her with my cock and thrust into her, but I make myself hold back. I need her to trust me. I slap her ass approvingly.

“Take me, daddy.” She arches and opens her legs. This time the smack I give her isn’t quite so gentle.

“I’m the one who commands this.”

She nods and swallows, trying to hold herself back, but she wants more.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeys. My cock throbs, my balls ache, as I glide between her hot, tight folds. Her pussy milks my cock, contracts, and I nearly lose my fucking mind. I fist her hair and pull her head back, relishing the sound of her moans and pleas. I slam into her, spurred on by the way she takes me.

“Oh, God,” she groans. “Please, daddy, don’t stop, just like that. Oh my God.”

It’s all I need. I don’t hold myself back anymore but thrust so hard she screams with pleasure. I glide in and out, getting closer to ecstasy. She spasms and moans as I rock my hips. I pull her hair and slap her ass in between savage thrusts, until she writhes and cries out, her mouth parts, and she screams her release.

My own release chases hers, spasms of ecstasy ripping through me as she comes and comes. I climax hard as her body contracts. She’s panting and begging as I soar into bliss, gripped by the most powerful orgasm of my life.

When I’m finally spent, I bend with my torso to her back. I stroke her damp hair off her neck and kiss her there. Before she leaves in the morning, she’ll bear teeth marks right there, at the sweet nape of her neck, and I’ll mark her with my leather. This may be our only night together, but I’ll make sure it’s one she won’t forget.

She’s still spasming, aftershocks rocking her as I hold her.

Her wide eyes meet mine. “I didn’t even know sex like that existed.”

“Jesus, woman,” I say, drawing out of her and arranging her on the pillows. “We’re going to have fun tonight.” I get a towel and washcloth and clean her up.

She yawns widely. “Yes, daddy,” she whispers. “I can’t imagine what else you have in store for me, since that was already…” she yawns again. “Epic.”

My mind goes to all the tools I have at my disposal. The handcuffs in this drawer, plugs and clamps, hot wax and wands, various accoutrements designed to heighten awareness in measured pain for a gateway to pleasure, to appease my sadistic needs.

“Rest for now.” I bend and kiss her forehead. “I’m going to lock up.”

I make one sweep of the penthouse before bed, making sure every lock is in place, the windows secured. No more than a minute later, I join her in bed. She’s fast asleep.

I crawl in beside her, wrap my arm around her, and relish this moment. Her back is at my front, my arm around her body, soft and pliable in slumber. This fleeting moment in time, a falling star as it were. Brilliant and shimmering, it will fade before it touches earth. I never sleep but fight insomnia. Tonight, however, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I fall into a deep sleep.

I wake when bright light streams through my window. I blink, surprised I’m not alone.

Katie’s got one leg hitched up on mine, her arm strewn around my chest. Her hair’s wild and crazy, and she’s got lines on her cheek from the folds of the pillowcase. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and her eyes flutter open.

She bolts upright and grabs the sheets, covering her naked body.