Page 130 of The More the Merrier

Oh no!He hardly ever answered a question of mine with another question and it showed how serious he was.

“No thank you, Sir,” I replied in the sweetest tone imaginable, hoping for a pass.

I moved quickly into the position he’d requested, though I was worried about how unsexy I looked. I was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top. At least I’d selected a cute pair of panties this morning, dark blue with snowmen and snowflakes glittering across them. Dalton lowered my pants, striking his palm across the lowest curve of my butt. I’d been desperate for his attention, even though he offered it freely. He repeated the process with my panties, slowly dancing them to my thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, Kendall.”

“Well, with your current view, I’m not sure I believe you.” He slapped each of my upper thighs with the paddle. Hard. Fast. Unyielding. It hurt badly. “Ouch! Ouch, Daddy!” I kicked my legs out and he threw one of his over mine, scissoring them into place so I could no longer move. Damn it. I wished I’d thought everything through. “It hurts!”

“We are not done yet, little girl. Settle down.”

His tone and choice of words popped me into my Little headspace. I explored it mostly by myself, but it was the first time he’d said it to me. I sank deeper into the mindset, allowing the pain to fully register. It didn’t take long for tears to pour down my cheeks.

Sniffling, I promised to be a better girl for him and Grant. I promised I wouldn’t bottle up all of my emotions anymore. I added that I would ask him to help me if I couldn’t achieve a work life balance in the future, that I’d do anything to be his and Grant’s sweet Little girl forever if they’d have me. Promise after promise fell out of my lips as I sobbed. I’d say anything to make Dalton stop the burning assault on my rear end. It was only after a few more minutes of babbling that I realized he had stopped spanking me. “Are you mad at me, Daddy?”

“No, little girl. I’m not mad.” Lowering his leg to the floor freed me from being pinned. I stayed still since it didn’t seem like he was done with me. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I should have talked to you instead of overthinking. I’m doing my best to share my feelings.”

“It’s going to take patience on all our parts to get to a place where we aren’t questioning each other’s motives, since we’re still learning. When you see consistency and we’ve spent more time together, it will get easier.” Dalton rubbed each side of my butt. “Is there anything else bothering you?”

“Yes, Sir. There’s this spot in between my legs that needs your attention badly.”

“Mm. Let’s see if I can find it.”

He traced a finger along the seam of my body, dipping the tip into my dripping wet pussy. Clenching around his finger, I moaned. Dalton added a second finger, firmly planting me back into my adult headspace. He was turning me on with his touches. He pumped his fingers, stroking my g-spot because of the angle, and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Daddy…”

“Be a good girl and don’t come until I give you permission.”

I tried to form some sexy reply, but nothing but gurgles of pleasure bubbled out. Dalton slid his pinky finger deftly into my most private hole. It seemed to be one of his favorite moves lately. There were so many bundles of nerves that he stroked from the action, and I loved it. My toes curled, and I did my absolute best to stay still so he kept going.

“Please, Daddy? Please let me come?” I begged.

“Not yet.”

Ugh.I pouted but didn’t dare move or he would undoubtedly edge me. Though the thought of being denied a climax and then slowly getting closer to one thrilled me, I wanted a release. Dalton withdrew his fingers from my private places and flipped me onto the couch so I was on my back.

“Daddy,” I whined. “I’m so close. Please!”

“Do you promise to talk to Grant and I when things get you overwhelmed instead of self-sabotaging your happiness, prancer?”

It wasn’t fair to ask me such a thing when I was at the precipice of an orgasm. He knew that I’d agree with him if for no other reason than to hurry things along.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Dalton placed his pointer and middle fingers against my clit, tugging it gently, stroking every nerve and making me shudder under his nimble touches. I pressed my legs closed. “Naughty thing.” He slapped his free hand against my mound several times in a row and I moaned. “Open your legs.”

I obeyed faster than I’d ever done anything else. Dalton shifted slightly and pressed his mouth where his fingers had been.Uh-oh. I tried to stay still as his wet tongue teased my clit, but it was so hard. He inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy making a ‘come here’ gesture.

“Come for Daddy.”

The combo plus his growled command brought me to my peak, pleasure rolling through my body in wave after wave until I was utterly spent. My thighs trembled from the exertion. A warm languid sensation lapped along my skin, pleasant like a warm blanket.

Finally, I raised my head. “Oh, Sir. You make me feel so good.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” Dalton helped me to sit up and kissed me. “What else do you need before we get ready for Grant’s?”

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