Page 37 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Too fucking bad,” he grunted, grabbing the bottom of her tight-fitting T-shirt to pull it over her head, but suddenly stopped.

“What is it Daddy?”

“Damn I love it when you call me that.”

“I know, that’s why I do it.”

“I think you need your big, beautiful ass spanked. Come with me.”

Grabbing her hand, he led her to the display case against the far wall. It held valuable bronzes, expensive figurines, and brass plaques given to him following generous charitable donations. Reaching up to the third shelf, he turned a bronze horse, then pushed. As the case moved into the wall, a light came on behind it revealing an empty space.

“We’re going down to the vault?” she asked breathlessly. “Ooh, what a wonderful idea.”

Walking forward and grinning at her, he pushed it back into place.

“Daddy, why don’t you make it so you don’t have to push it every time?” she asked as they started down a circular staircase.

“I’m not that lazy. More importantly, it’s safer.”

“Is it? Well, no-one could ever call you lazy.”

“No shit,” he muttered as they walked into his room of treasures. “That’s why I brought you down here,” he declared, walking slowly towards the magnificent necklace. “I want you completely naked, except for that. Strip for me, baby. Strip for me the way you did at the club where I found you.”

“I need music.”

“I know. I’m getting it now,” he promised, sitting on the bench in the middle of the room and searching his phone.

As the sound of a sexy saxophone filled the space, she began to sway to the melody. Slowly peeling off her clothes, she draped them around his neck, promising a kiss, but pulling back, continuing to luridly tease him until she was completely naked.

“You are so fucking good at being bad,” he grunted, then grabbing her wrist he yanked her over his knee. “Do you need a spanking?”

“Yes, Daddy, I need a spanking.”

“How hard.”

“Very hard, Daddy. I need to be spanked very, very hard.”

With energy surging through his loins, he landed his flattened palm in a steady rhythm, moving it from cheek to cheek, savoring her cries and loving the sight of her pale skin turning scarlet.

“Oh, daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” she wailed, writhing on his lap. “I promise.”

“You have such a great ass.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Fetch me the necklace, and now it’s time to call me Manny again.”

“Yes, Manny.”

Sliding off his lap and moving to the display case, she purposefully swung her hips from side to side. Not taking his eyes off her, he rose to his feet and stripped off, then idly stroked himself as she ambled back to him.

“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured, handing it over.

“And it belongs on someone just as lovely. Turn around.”

Placing it around her neck, he closed the clasp, then moved her back to face him. The double row of diamonds formed a perfect V, dropping down to the large stone lying perfectly at the top of her cleavage. Gripping her breasts, he lowered his head, placed his mouth over her nipples and hungrily devoured them, one after the other.

“Suck me, baby. Suck me just like I sucked your tits,” he grunted, raising his head.

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