Don't Call Me Daddy

“Stand up.” I lean back and hold her arm so that she doesn’t have to put any weight on her injured hand.

Ainsley’s knees nearly buckle when she tries to stand. I’ve ravaged her body with pleasure and bliss without allowing her to climax. She’s in agony, and while I don’t normally get off on that sort of thing, I can tell she’s going to have the orgasm of her life when I finally let her come. The thought of that is enough to make my dick throb. It’s going to be fucking incredible.

“Remove your bra.” I motion to her. “We’ve already established how little you care about your own modesty…”

“Y-yes, sir.” She blushes but complies.

She’s so fucking gorgeous. Her tits are soft and perky. Just naturally beautiful. Her nipples look like they’ve been turned into permanent nubs by all of the teasing.

“Turn around and bend over my desk.” I move my chair back to give her room. “I want your legs as far apart as you can get them.”

“Okay…” Her eyes reflect a bit of hesitation, but she does it anyway.

I rub my cock through my pants as she spreads her legs and bends over my desk until I have a perfect view of everything. Long legs. Pussy dripping with desire. Ass red from a spanking that she begged for. I could lean forward and make her come so fucking easy, then bury my dick inside her. I’m not going to do that though—not yet. Fuck, I want her so damn bad. I want a whole lot more than her mouth, but I’ll start with it.

“Play with your pussy.” I rub my cock a little faster. “Just don’t make yourself come.”

“I…” She exhales sharply. “Yes, sir.”

Ainsley’s hand slides between her legs, and she rubs her clit. She’s careful and slow. She may crave an orgasm, but she’s doing her best to avoid it. Her obedience makes my cock throb even harder.

“Not just the clit.” I lean forward and give her a hard slap on the ass. “Push a finger inside your pussy and tell me how tight it is.”

“Okay.” She moves her middle finger past her clit and pushes it into her pussy. “It’s really tight, sir…”

She doesn’t have to tell me. I can see it with my own eyes. I just like hearing it and watching her squirm as she tries to avoid making herself come.

“I bet you wish you had something inside of your pussy right now a lot bigger than your finger, don’t you?” I unfasten my belt—I’m so hard my pants are starting to feel like a prison.

“Oh god, yes…” She shudders, and her entire body jerks. “I need to stop!”

“No, you’re going to keep going.” I shake my head and give another hard slap on her ass.

She whimpers, whines, and her breathing gets heavier. She’s struggling. Hell, I’m struggling too. My cock feels like it’s going to explode before she ever gets her lips around it, especially after I get it out of my pants.

“Please, I’m begging you.” It sounds like she’s about to sob.

I’ve pushed her as far as I can. It’s time to end it.

“Are you ready to give me that apology?” I reach out to stop her from touching herself and lightly stroke my dick.

“Yes!” She furiously nods.

“So am I.” I lean back in my chair.

Ainsley’s knees are even more wobbly than they were before once she leans up from my desk. I prepare to catch her if she falls, but she keeps her balance. The hunger in her eyes is enough to make my cock pulsate a couple of times as she dro

ps to her knees between my thighs.

“Alright, naughty girl.” I reach out and put my thumb on her lips. “Show me how sorry you really are.”

“Yes, sir.” She gasps and kisses my thumb.

I get a preview of how good those lips are going to feel. It makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck in anticipation.

She loves to be punished. I’m going to teach her to love to please.

“Alright then.” I pull my thumb away and grab the base of my cock.