Page 16 of Cheese Daddy

“I know, sweetheart, and you were very good. That’s why I’m going to give you a good girl spanking.”

Oh.

Heat rushed through her body, just like in the books she, Rita, and Eden read. A good girl spanking. That was different from the funishment from the club? Well, color her curious.

She wiggled her butt as Owen pulled down her pants, revealing her underwear. Today, she’d gone for a thong. Not because she’d planned for this, but because she hadn’t wanted not to plan for it. Just in case. Turned out to be a good thing she was prepared.

When she heard his low groan, she wiggled again, just for his benefit, and his groan turned into a low, appreciative chuckle.

“I like these,” he said, rubbing his hand over the strap of her thong before moving it down to her buttock and giving her bottom a little slap. Not hard enough to really hurt, but just hard enough for it to register as ‘pain.’ “Easy access. Perfect for spanking. Is this what you were hoping for, sweetheart?”

“Maybe.” She couldn’t quite bring herself to say ‘yes’ and fully admit it out loud, but she knew it. He knew it too.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting this. Nothing wrong with wanting him. Nothing wrong with calling him Daddy.

“Ah, well, if you want me to stop…”

“Don’t stop!”

Sneaky daddy. She scowled when he chuckled, then squeaked when his hand came down again. It was lighter than the funishment spanking had been, but not by much. Heat flared every time his palm connected with her butt. The main difference between this and the funishment spanking was he didn’t immediately swat her again. Instead, he rubbed his hand against the spot he’d just spanked, rubbing away some of the sting.

Bree whimpered as he continued to spank and rub, making her squirm as the need pulsed between her legs. Her pussy was so wet, hot, and ready for him, and she had no idea if he was going to follow through tonight. She hoped he did. Otherwise, she was going to be a very naughty girl and get out her vibrator as soon as he left.

Each swat made her cheeks hotter and hotter but in a really good way. It wasn’t just that he was rubbing the sting away. She wasn’t feeling the sting nearly as much, even though her skin was far more sensitive than before. Every time he lifted his hand, her butt went up, begging for more.

Burying her face in the bed, Bree couldn’t entirely muffle her moans. She didn’t really want to, anyway.

“Good girl,” Daddy said, both hands rubbing over her burnished cheeks. Then he grasped her hips and flipped her over onto her back again. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Well, she sure as hell wasn’t going to argue with that. Her heart rate felt like it tripled as she sat up and let him undress her. This was no hurried rush to get her out of her clothes. Daddy undressed her like he was unwrapping a present and trying to save the paper. There was no yanking or pulling. He took his time and savoring every second.

She didn’t think she’d ever had such an intimate experience being undressed.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as her breasts bounced free of her bra. Leaning forward, he took her lips in a kiss as his palms covered her breasts, squeezing and kneading. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples, then pinched the little buds between his thumbs and his palms. They ached in his grip, throbbing with need that went straight to her pussy, which also pulsed.

Not knowing where to put her hands, she left them resting on the bed on either side of her. She wasn’t tied up, yet she felt like she couldn’t move, as though her whole body was open and vulnerable to wherever he wanted to touch her.

The attention he lavished on her breasts left them hot and achy, swollen from her rising desire. Her skin felt too tight on her body, and her pussy clenched and pulsed with every pinch of her nipple.

Daddy was a tease.

9

Owen

Bree was perfection. The reddish glow of her buttocks that darkened her skin while she moaned and waved her hips up and down was like a red banner waved at a bull. His cock was rock hard, and his need for her was growing with every passing second.

Flipping her over to see her face, her eyes glowing with passion, was a moment he’d never forget. That was exactly how he wanted her to look. Flushed. Aroused. Eager. Lips parted for a kiss.

He worshiped her as he undressed her, running his hands over her satiny skin, taking his time, even as his cock urged him to move faster. Filling his hands with her breasts, he kneaded and pinched the soft flesh, feeling her shudder beneath him and moan against his lips.

Ending the kiss, he hooked his hands under her legs, causing her to fall onto her back. With her jeans still around her ankles, she stared up at him, blinking in surprise.

“Now these,” he said, bending his head down to give her knee a kiss. First, the jeans, then the delightful thong. With her on the edge of the bed, it was the perfect opportunity to spread her legs wide and dive right into her pussy. He couldn’t resist.

Bree gasped as his mouth closed over her hot, wet pussy. The sweet peachy flavor exploded on his tongue, and Owen moaned against her folds. With her legs draped over his shoulders, he could push in as deep as he wanted, his tongue moving over sensitive flesh. Sliding his hands under her bottom, he tilted her up, so he had full access.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging and pulling as he licked and sucked on her pussy, feasting with all the pent-up fervor he’d been holding back for months. Her moans and gasps made his cock throb, encouraging him.

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