Page 9 of The Music in Me

It made me happy to know he was pleased with me, and I shivered when his gaze dropped between my legs. Maybe it was crazy that we were doing this, but it was just for the weekend. Then we could forget all about it and never bring it up again. He was right. I was overdue some excitement in my life. I was naked on the kitchen table with Leon standing between my legs. I couldn’t think of anything more exciting.

“Now, what to do with you?” he asked, tapping his chin like he was thinking.

“You could maybe get naked and join me…”

“Silence,” he said, and I clamped my mouth shut, a little giddy from excitement. I loved this game. His hands drifted across my thigh toward my clit, and I spread my legs even wider, tipping my hip so he knew where I wanted him. A few inches to my clit, he took a detour, his touch going light until he landed on the small patch of hair that covered the junction of my thighs. “Make sure you shave before bed tonight,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, wincing when he tugged on a few tufts of hair.

“Hands on the table and legs wide open,” he ordered in a voice that had gone several octaves deeper than just a few moments ago. “You let go of the table or try to stop me from what’s mine, and you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

I started to nod and remembered his instructions. “Yes, Daddy,” I said as I gripped the edge of the table and pressed the soles of my feet firmly against the surface.

“Look at that,” he crooned as he parted the folds of my pussy. “All pink and wet. Tell me, Kira, is it the thought of getting punished by me that’s got you all wet and leaky?”

“No,” I said, holding back a moan as he caressed the swollen, sensitive folds between my legs.

His fingers brushed my clit with the faintest of touches, and I gasped, resisting the urge to close my knees against his hand. I’d assumed it would be easy enough to keep my legs open since I loved the things he did between them so much that I didn’t consider the possibility of the pleasure of his touch being too much for me to bear.

“Are you sure?” He looked up at me through my thighs with his head so close to my pussy that I could feel the heat of his breath against my clit. “Perhaps it’s time I remind you what being a good girl gets you.” He slid his hand between my thighs, pushing them apart before placing a soft, delicate kiss on my clit. “Then I’ll show you what Daddy does to bad girls.”

It was hard to decide what I wanted more. Hard to think when my whole body was taut with anticipation and my mind tethered on the edge of pleasure-induced insanity. His fingers parted the engorged folds of my sex, and I took a deep breath as he lowered his head, bracing myself for what I knew was coming.

I should not have bothered. His lips captured my clit, and he sucked on it, tongue sliding across it to deliver a barrage of sensation to the small bundle of nerves. My legs became weak, and I could barely hold them up. The hand gripping the table almost came loose, and it was only Leon’s voice in my head, ordering me not to let go, that kept me strong.

“Oh God!” I moaned as he kissed and sucked the soaked folds that bracketed my sex, pulling them into his mouth and savoring them until I was mindlessly calling his name. “Yes, Leon. Just like that… Your mouth… That tongue… You make me feel so good, Daddy.”

His lips caressed my clit, teasing and stroking before he sucked it into his mouth. My pussy flooded with arousal, and his tongue spread the heat round and round, over and over, until I was shaking and trembling on the table. Lightning touches were followed by deep strokes of his tongue. He was teasing me, and I wanted to grab his head and press it down, then hold him there until I exploded.

Sweat beaded across my brow, and I heard Leon murmur as he feasted on the slick heat of my juices that flooded my pussy. Every stroke built the hunger in me. Every flick of his tongue drove me wilder and wilder until my words lost all coherency. I was a bumbling idiot, too high on the pleasure to care how I sounded or what I said.

“Ooohhhh… Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, hands gripping the edge of the table slightly as I scooched forward to push my pussy right in his face. “You’re so good, Leon. Don’t stop, Daddy. Keep eating my…”

A smack across the side of my ass rocked my world and yanked me back to reality, but it was the sudden loss of Leon’s tongue that hurt more. I raised my head to watch him rise from between my legs. His lips were wet, his eyes dark and stormy. My pussy clenched in response, and I wanted to demand why he’d stopped when he spanked me again, this time harder than the first time.

“Good girls don’t tell Daddy what to do,” he said as he slapped the other side of my ass. It wasn’t a light tap either. It really stung, and I didn’t need to look to know I now carried a print of his hand. “I think you need a reminder of what Daddy does to bad girls.”

“I’m sorry,” I howled as he continued to spank me, twice on one side before moving to the other side and then back again. “Stop… Please… It hurts…”

“It’s supposed to,” he said, spanking me twice more before sliding a hand between my legs and pressing his palm against my core. My cheeks still hurt, but my pussy also pulsed against his hand, my body remembering how good it felt the last time he played between my legs. “Red,” he said as his thumb found my clit, and he began to stroke. “One word, Kira. That’s all you have to say for this to end.”

I bit back a moan and rolled my hips, undulating with soft cries as the pleasure gauge began to fill up again. There was no way I was using the safe word now. Not when it was back to feeling good. Two fingers slid into my pussy, and I clamped my lips together, holding back a cry of pleasure. My knees slid toward each other an inch or two before I remembered and pushed them back apart.

Fingers slid through the folds of flesh, and his thumb circled my clit. I gasped when he curled the digits in me, stroking the spongy tissue on the roof of my sex, and my body became taut. I could feel my wetness trickle down my sex, soaking his finger and easing each stroke.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl,” he said, fingers pushing through the thick juice that soaked my pussy. “See how good I can make you feel. You want this, don’t you?”

I tried to speak but could barely form words, so I nodded vigorously.

“Do you like it when I punish you?” he asked.

“No…”

“Liar,” he whispered. “You like it when Daddy punishes you because you know he likes to see you take your punishment like a good little girl, don’t you?”

“I do.” I didn’t understand why. Perhaps he had uncovered a destructive streak in me I didn’t know I had. “Oh fuck!” I cried as his fingers stroked my special spot. “Daddy…” I said and then clammed up, not willing to say anything that would make him stop spanking me. The pressure built rapidly, and I knew I would lose my mind if I didn’t come soon.

“You can tell me how you feel, Kira,” he said, reading my mind perfectly. “You can tell me if you like what I’m doing to you and how much you like it. You simply don’t get to decide what I do to you.” Pressing one hand against my lower stomach, he thrust hard and fast into my drenched sex. “Tell me, Kira, how much do you like it?”

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