Page 10 of Cheese Daddy

“Ten.” His fingers moved down to rub over her pussy lips, and she had another bout of regret that she hadn’t told him to just take off her panties. She so badly wanted to feel his fingers against her wet folds instead of feeling them rubbing her through her panties. When he reached where her clit was, he rubbed a little harder, and she gasped.

Suddenly, the hot burn from her bottom felt even better. It was like some kind of kinky magic.

“Ten more,” she found herself saying without thinking about it.

The regret returned when his hand moved away from her pussy and came back down on her ass again. He was moving the swats all over her cheeks, back and forth and up and down, so she couldn’t guess where it was going to land. This time, the sting was just as sharp, but her arousal was growing with every slap against her skin, making her moan and move her hips up and down as though she was begging for more.

Maybe she was… at least with her body.

She didn’t feel the least bit sorry for insulting his cheese. She wanted more.

“Nine.”

Pain exploded as he hit an entirely new spot. Oh, no. She’d read about the ‘sit spot,’ but Master Tom hadn’t spanked her there at all. She hadn’t realized it would hurt so much more.

“Ten.”

Bree gasped, panting for breath as the last swat came down on the other sit spot, sending the hot sting straight through her body. Even as she wanted to scream, her muscles clenched as her arousal spiraled, leaving her breathless.

Then his hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed, his fingers digging into the hot, soft flesh, and she gasped for an entirely new reason. Need pulsed through her, making her whimper as her pussy hummed with desire. She wanted him inside her… but that wasn’t going to happen. Not right now.

Instead, one of his hands moved while the other relaxed its grip. The one still holding her cheek began to massage, while his other fingers moved over her underwear, teasing her lips and clit through the fabric. The lace moved against her skin, itchy and tight, but there was soft cotton where her pussy was… soaked cotton.

Bree’s fingers gripped the hand rests tightly as Owen moved his fingers in a circular motion over her clit, pressing a little harder with each rotation. Her hips lifted, her insides clenching and tightening as her need grew. Yet he didn’t press quite hard enough, didn’t move quite fast enough to push her over the edge.

“Oh… please… Owen… please…”

Fuck, if he didn’t give her what she needed, she would do it herself.

It seemed he was just waiting for her beg because as soon as she did, his fingers pressed down hard in the right spot, rubbing her right where she needed. Her pleas turned to a cry of passion as ecstasy exploded inside of her. The heat, need, and burn combined, swirling inside her, a storm of pleasure and pain that left her reeling as she clung to the bench, shuddering from the force of her climax.

His fingers continued to move, stroking her until she was limp over the bench, and only then did he pull them away. He kept his other hand resting on her butt, which still felt hot, although it didn’t hurt anymore. Bree closed her eyes, savoring the sensations, breathing in the smell of leather.

That was…

Wow.

Yes, doing a bit of role play had made it that much more impactful. Though she couldn’t be sure some of the impact wasn’t just because of Owen himself. Either way…

Wow.

“Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you up.” She made a rude noise in response, and he laughed. “I know, but the bench needs to be cleaned, and there are other people who want to scene. We’re going to go to the aftercare couch and cuddle.”

Okay, well cuddling sounded nice. Aftercare with Master Tom had been sitting with a blanket wrapped around her while he got her a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, then talked through how she’d felt about the scene. Granted, she hadn’t particularly wanted to cuddle with Master Tom, but she’d also felt like something was missing. He could have given her a foot massage or something.

Owen helped her up onto her feet, keeping one arm around her the whole time. He took care of everything—bringing her clothes with them and getting her a blanket and chocolate bar. Then instead of sitting her down on her own, he had her on his lap while he fed her the chocolate and held the bottle to her lips for her to drink.

Sure, she’d said she didn’t want to be fed from a bottle, but this was different. It wasn’t a baby bottle, and she sure as hell didn’t feel like a baby, but she did feel taken care of. Cherished. Safe. Happy. All the things she’d imagined and fantasized about when she was reading her Daddy Dom romances. This was everything she’d wanted.

Okay, she hadn’t quite imagined the looks she’d be getting from her friends as they walked by, but that’s because she hadn’t really imagined doing this in a club. They did seem happy for her, though a bit concerned. Rita looked like she wanted to come over, but Andres kept her occupied. Eden actually was headed in Bree’s direction when Marcus intercepted her, then Mistress Cyana had to get between them to stop their argument.

Oops.

Not her fault, though.

Closing her eyes, Bree let herself drift a little, until eventually, she felt Owen shifting underneath her. That was when she realized he was hard as a rock—and unlike her, he hadn’t come.

“Oh…” She sat straight up. “You didn’t… do you want me to…” Stumbling over her words, she could feel the familiar blush heating her cheeks again. They were nearly as hot as her butt had been, although all the heat had faded from her butt cheeks.

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