“It wasn’t yours either, baby. You went through a horrible experience and you did it alone. But you’re not alone now. Let me help you, protect you, can you do that?”
She paused for a long moment and then nodded.
“Thank you,” he told her. “So if anything happens, if Ricky contacts you or if you receive any gifts, you’re going to tell me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A shudder ran through her and he massaged her nape with his free hand. With his other hand, he cupped her mound.
“Count of twenty, sugar.”
Duncan smacked his hand down on her bottom, feeling it give way beneath him.
“One, Sir,” she said shakily.
He continued on, measuring his smacks out, waiting between each one for her to count them out. Her ass turned a light pink, then a deep red. At fourteen she tried to push her hands back to cover her bottom.
“You know better, sugar,” he barked. “Hands in front of you.”
With a whimper she moved her hands back in front of her, grasping on to the sofa cushion. A pang of sympathy hit him but he forced it aside.
??Move again, sugar, and I’ll add extra.”
As he landed two more, she burst into tears and he finished up quickly, not worrying about making her count them out. Grabbing the blanket, he picked her up and wrapped her in it, sitting back on the sofa with her held tightly in his arms as she cried.
He kissed her forehead and just let her wind down. As she calmed, he reached over and grabbed a bottle of water, holding it up to her mouth.
“Drink, sugar, you’ll be getting dehydrated with all those tears,” he teased lightly.
She drunk deeply and he placed the bottle aside as she finished. He kissed her damp forehead.
“How you doing, sugar?” he asked.
“I’m okay, how about you?” She stared up at him out of her deep blue eyes and he smiled. She was worried about him?
“Well, I have you in my arms, so I’m feeling pretty damn great. If you’re feeling a bit more together, there’s something more we need to do.”
“Can you just hold me for a bit longer first?” she asked in a small voice.
“I’ll hold you forever, sweetheart.”
About ten minutes later she started to stir. “I’m ready.”
Brave girl.
“Move the cushion around to this side of the coffee table, then lie over it, butt towards me.”
He watched as she moved slowly, her bottom still bright pink.
“Reach back, sugar, and hold your bottom cheeks apart.”
She didn’t move and he sat there for a long moment.
“Laken,” he said, injecting plenty of Dom into his voice.
She reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her tiny asshole clenched and released, winking at him. Christ. His cock was hard enough to cut through concrete and this wasn’t helping. He reached over for the lube and squirted some on his fingers.
“I want you to hold yourself open for me. Don’t let go, understand?”