Page 55 of Her Devious Daddies

“That hurt!”

“A crop doesn’t tickle. Do you want me to tease you with a feather instead?”

“No, Sir. Can you please use your hand or maybe a paddle instead?”

Logan responded by cracking the implement. It hit my inner thigh. “Mother fuck–”

He slid his hand into my ponytail flush against my scalp and tugged. My long, dark hair hit me in the face.

“I want to pleasure you until your voice is hoarse from screaming. If you're gagged, I won’t get to hear it.”

I shut my eyes and opened them slowly. “I apologize, Sir. I won’t curse in your direction again.”

He chuckled as he released his hold on my hair. Logan twirled the crop and struck my nipple. It stung but something about his handling or maybe because I’d expected it this time, had me purring in pleasure.

“So, you do enjoy it more than you let on.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m enjoying it, Sir. But it’s not terrible.”

“Not terrible, hm? I’ll make a note. Let me try something else.”

He returned with something that brought him so much glee, he kept admiring his own handiwork under his breath.

I wanted to know what brought him joy while also thanking my lucky stars that he was not a sadist. A few sadistic tendencies were not the same thing. I rolled my neck on my shoulders and did my best to relax. “Do I get to know what you’re swinging before you do it?”

“Just relax. I’m attempting to find an implement that will give you the sting you’re craving.”

I elongated my spine, pushing my butt toward Logan. He slapped it a few times with his palm. I loved the feeling of his hands on me. Suddenly a very different sensation struck. It hurt, delivering a sharp sting, but then faded into a delicious heat.

“Oh! That! What is that?”

He leaned into me and kissed my temple. “You’re adorable, Karsyn. It’s a leather strap. I can’t say I’ve ever had anyone react quite like this.”

“Well, to be fair, Daddy, you aren’t punishing me with it.”

“Be grateful for that.”

He kissed my lips passionately, then stepped behind me to deliver stroke after stroke with the handcrafted leather strap. I was sure my ass wore the markings from it. I would be sore for the rest of the night. When I thought he might not stop, Logan leaned into my body and bit my right butt cheek.

“Daddy!” My pussy clenched, eager to have him inside me.

“Yes, darling?”

“I don’t like biting.”

He kissed the sensitive spot where he marked me. “I think you like Daddy’s teeth on your warmed skin… but you’re impatient. You want me to fuck you instead of teasing every inch of your body.”

“Okay, you’re right, Daddy. I’m sorry. I don’t have a problem with biting. I rather like your mouth all over me, but I’m impatient.”

Logan bit my other butt cheek.

I hissed.

“Don’t lie to Daddy.”

“I won’t! I won’t do it again!”

“Shhh, baby.”

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