CHAPTER NINE
Candy
“Oh, Daddy!” I cry as we roll so I’m on top of him. His cock is deep inside of me, and the feel of him overwhelms me in a beautiful, breathtaking way. I can’t believe I was angry as can be just a few minutes ago and then overwhelmed when he arrived with a complete reversal of fortune on his shoulders and then shocked by a spanking that lets me know there will be a lot more to our relationship than playfulness, something for which I’ve very grateful, and then utterly overwhelmed with arousal now. It feels like I’ve gone through a million emotions over the last fifteen or twenty minutes.
And a million physical experiences, too.
Dear God, my ass cheeks still smart from the spanking!
That doesn’t stop me from rolling my hips eagerly and excitedly over him, driving him deeper into me and thrilling at the way I move along his shaft. I’m amazed at how powerful it all feels, how the sex now is better than before. I didn’t even know it could be better than it already was! It is, though, and I think it has a little to do with the soreness on my ass cheeks and a whole lot to do with the emotions flooding me.
My Daddy!
Thaddeus is finally, unreservedly my Daddy, and I can finally be his little girl completely. The thought seems to make my pussy pulse with additional sensation as I move atop him and I gasp and moan loudly. I was already close to orgasm but the emotional side of things brings me right to the brink and it seems almost shocking to me, how profoundly the physical responds to the emotional.
I put my hands on Thad’s broad shoulders and hold tight as I move my body faster. “Oh, Daddy!” I say through moans and breaths. “Oh, God! You feel so good.” His hands move down over my sides and when they rest on my ass cheeks, the tenderness from the spanking seems to blare out warning sirens but I just moan again.
He takes hold of my ass.
As he grips me, pain shoots through my body and I gasp and then all but scream, “Yes! Yes Daddy!” I don’t understand why the spanking turns me on. It didn’t turn me on while happening. Now, though, the thought of him taking control and teaching me a lesson is about as arousing as anything I can imagine even could be.
His hands on my ass cheeks make sure I am constantly reminded of that spanking as I move my hips over him and as he uses his arms to help me along while thrusting up into me. I stare at him, this incredible man beneath me, and I realize just how big he is, how large compared to me. It’s like he’s a giant and I’m a pixie, and it seems terrifying and reassuring at the same time. “Daddy! Oh, Daddy!” I breathe out as my eyes mist up with lust, love and a bit of agony, too.
Pleasure builds and yet the pain from the spanking holds it at bay. I realize if that spanking hadn’t happened, I would probably have cum some time ago. The buildup and the restraint keeping me right on the edge means when the climax finally happens it is going to be overwhelming.
And I’m not wrong.
And the pleasure isn’t the only overwhelming thing. It’s as though my entire body explodes with sensation, and when it does, my whole body becomes extra-sensitive. It makes my ass cheeks burn like fire so all the soreness goes right back to the sharp pain I felt with every spank. It’s almost unbearable and I love it.
I love it!
It takes me a moment to realize I love it because it was the very first moment when I submitted, really submitted to Thaddeus and the first moment he was my Daddy, really my Daddy.
“Daddy!” I shout. “God, Daddy! I love you! I love you!”
I didn’t intend to scream out that I love him. I actually meant to throw out a fuck me Daddy since I’m allowed to use fuck during sex. The words just flowed from me, though, and even though I didn’t intend them, I’m happy they came out.
It’s true.
I love my wounded Daddy and his wounds are all going to be healed now, every last one of them.
He cries out as he cums. “My little girl,” he says hoarsely. “My little girl.”
My orgasm explodes a bit harder, so it takes a moment before I can breathe out, “Forever, Daddy.”
Forever.
Absolutely.