Yes Daddy (Dark Daddies 1)

I stand up and come around the desk. She watches me as I circle her, looking at her body. She’s wearing a skirt again, another black skirt, this time with a tucked-in white top with a bow at the neck.

“I’m impressed,” I say to her.

“About what?”

“You didn’t complain.”

“Speak when spoken to,” she quotes.

I suppress a smile. “Very good. I’ll have to reward that behavior.”

She raises an eyebrow. “How?”

“Step up to the desk.” I command. “Palms flat, legs spread.”

She hesitates, but does as I command. She’s bent over slightly, legs spread open. She’s wearing tasteful black heels again and her ass looks fucking incredible in that tight skirt.

I step up behind her.

“My punishments are a lot like my rewards,” I whisper softly, fingertips trailing up the sides of her legs until I get to the hem of her skirt. I take it and slowly start to pull it up.

She looks over her shoulder, but doesn’t move a muscle.

Good girl.

“Sometimes it feels good to get punished,” I whisper as I pull the skirt up over her ass, taking it nice and slow. Her skin is smooth and her ass is full, and I can feel my cock already raging hard, throbbing for her, begging to taste that sweet, tight pussy.

Not now, though. Now it’s about her.

I palm her ass and squeeze. She gasps softly, but still doesn’t move. I watch as she slowly looks over her shoulder at me, and I smirk as I slowly slide my hand down to cup her pussy.

She bites her lip as I start to slowly rub her wet spot. I can feel her clit, soaking through her panties, already engorged and needy. I rub it in slow, sensual motions and her eyes roll back into her head as she dips her chin down, hair spilling down around her.

“Shit,” she gasps.

I laugh softly. “Perk of the job,” I say.

She moans as I pull my hand back and push her panties aside. I slowly rub her wet pussy, loving how soaking wet she is. I can feel her cunt begging for me, practically screaming for me, and I slide two fingers deep inside.

She groans and grips my desk tighter. I slowly slide my fingers in and out, moving them back to rub her clit before sliding back inside of her again. I step up closer and grab her hair with my other hand, pulling it back.

She gasps, pushing her breasts out. I kiss her neck as I bury my fingers deep in her little tight pussy. I roll them inside her, sliding in and out, finding her spot and rubbing against it.

“Fuck,” she whispers, panting now. I move faster, fingers in and out, pushing against her spot, making her moan.

“When you obey me, you get rewarded,” I whisper in her ear. “This is just the start. I can give you a lot more, Hazel. All you need to do is obey me.”

She groans as I pull her hair back again. I work her clit, kissing her neck, before pushing her back down onto the desk.

I spank her ass hard. She gasps, surprised, and looks over her shoulder. Shock and hurt reflect in her eyes.

I smirk and spank her again before rubbing her clit.

“Fuck,” she says. “That stings.”

“A little punishment makes the reward sweeter,” I say.

She bites her lip. “Does it?”

I spank her one more time before rubbing her clit and burying my fingers inside. She groans, moaning now, moving her hips in time with my fingers.

“You know it does,” I say, grabbing her hair again. “You love it when it’s nice and sweet, just like I love this sweet little pussy. I had no idea you were so filthy and could be so obedient.”

“Yes,” she pants now as I move my fingers in and out, pushing against her spot, rubbing her clit, pulling her hair. “I can be good. I can listen.”

“I need to train you. Teach you how to be good. But you’re right, you can listen. I have hope for you, Hazel.”

I move faster and faster, fingers fucking her deep. Her hips are moving with me, her moans are getting louder, and I know she’s getting close. I can smell it on her, sense it on her. All her muscles are tense and her fingers grip the edge of the desk until her knuckles turn white.

I kiss her neck and fuck her faster. She gasps as my fingers push deep and I know she’s about to come.

“Go ahead, Hazel,” I whisper in her ear. “Say my name while you come.”

“Oh, fuck, sir,” she groans.

“Say my fucking name, Hazel.”

“Fuck, Mason.” She gasps, grabbing the desk, her whole body shuddering as her pussy contracts. I watch the orgasm rip through her and I keep fucking her pussy, not letting up for a single second. I keep her hair pinned, my arms taut and hard, my cock throbbing with each and every thrust of my fingers.