Page 39 of Off Limits

“I’m not playing games, Danica. Let me be very clear. If you want to be a bad girl, there will be consequences.”

A shock of heat curls in my belly at Jean-Luc’s words, at the prospect of his hands on my body. Is he really going to spank me?

I take a step closer and balance one knee on the couch as I tentatively lower my stomach down over his thick thighs. I turn my face away from him, resting a cheek on the couch, and stare at the rounded edge of the ottoman. A heavy, pulsing sensation is growing between my legs, and I have to fight the urge to move my hips or grind myself against him.

He lays one big, heavy hand on the back of my thigh and lifts my skirt with the other. Then he glides his hand up over the back of my panties and grabs my entire ass with one hand, squeezing the flesh and then rubbing it. It’s rough but pleasurable. Heat rushes to the surface of my skin.

“Danica.” His voice is thick and gruff, and when he shifts underneath me I can feel the hard bulge in his pants. “Danica, I don’t want any of those boys at school touching you, do you understand?”

“I understand.”

He lifts his hand off my ass, taking the warmth of it with him, and with a sudden jerk of his arm, a searing pain splits across on one ass cheek.

I yelp, twitching in his lap, as scorching heat spreads from the stung flesh.

He lets out a low, satisfied noise as he shifts against me again, deliberately grinding his hardness against my belly.

“Bad fucking girl,” he groans. “You see what you do to me? Bad girl.” His torso grips and flexes against my rib cage as he raises his hand again and delivers another ripping blow. I scream as his hand hits my flesh, and tears spring to my eyes.

“It hurts!” I protest.

“Of course it hurts.” He pinches the fabric of my panties together, wedging the fabric into the crack of my ass so that both cheeks are exposed, and then he tugs it so that it pulls against my clitoris, making me gasp. My pussy swells in response—heat spreading between my legs and making me lift my ass, wanting to feel his hand. Tingles radiate out from where his hand struck my skin, and somehow, the pain of it shakes something free in me. Giving myself over to his control loosens and relaxes me. To my surprise, I find I’m almost craving the next sharp slap of his hand.

He pulls the gathered panties harder, and rubs his palm over the exposed skin before smacking my flesh again.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimper—but it’s not a cry for him to stop. It’s a cry for him to give me what I want, some indistinct thing I can’t name. His hand on my ass again, or somewhere between my legs. I’m wound tight with desire and not exactly sure what it is that I want.

He rubs his hand over my throbbing skin, but this time, his fingers trail lower, down between my legs until they’re brushing lightly over the most sensitive, private part of me. I arch my back and part my legs ever so slightly, opening myself up to his touch, and he raises his hand again and brings it down hard on one bare cheek, yanking on the panties and making me yelp again.

“Dirty girl,” he growls, and smacks me again. “Dirty little girl getting wet in her panties. You like this, don’t you?” He lays a hand against the underside of my ass, gripping it firmly, and uses his thumb to start probing my swollen pussy lips through my damp underwear.

My eyes nearly roll back in my head at his touch—right there where I want it. I push back against him, wanting to feel it harder and deeper, wanting his thumb to slide under the fabric and touch me directly. His whole hand wraps around the bottom of one ass cheek and he squeezes it, bunching up the muscle and rubbing his thumb against the wet centre of my panties.

He fists my hair at the base of my skull, lifting it off my face, and grinds against me once more, moaning, “Fuck, you look delicious.”

I can only imagine the sight we make right now, Jean-Luc in his suit, the massive power and breadth of him, and me across his lap—tiny and pale, with my skirt around my waist and white knee socks on. An exquisite tension is building in my core and when he finally slides his thumb under my panties and touches my slick, sensitive pussy, I shudder.

Something is blooming inside of me, an urgency, and I’ve passed the point of no return. Thrusting back against his hand as much I can, I breathe out, “Jean-Luc,” panting against the couch.

He pulls his hand away and spanks me sharply, making me grunt with surprise.

“I need you to be my good little girl, Dani,” he growls in warning.

“Daddy,” I correct myself, whispering desperately. “Daddy.”

He slips his fingers under the panties again, sliding two fingers down to my front, and starts rubbing soft circles around my clit. Everything inside of me seizes up. When his finger lands on the exact right spot, it’s like a detonator. Sensation bursts through me like an explosion, and I’m only half-aware that I’m crying out, my pelvis contracting as my vision tunnels.

Holy fuck.

I’d always sort of wondered if I’d orgasmed before but maybe didn’t do it very powerfully. It certainly felt good to touch myself.

But not like this. Nothing has ever felt like this. I’m practically weeping as my whole body alights with pleasure, gasping for air and grinding my hips against my stepfather’s lap. The sensation is so incredible, so unlike anything I’ve ever even conceived of, and I want more, now, endlessly, forever. My God, I will do anything to stay close to Jean-Luc and to feel that again and again.

“Good girl,” he says, and I can hear the warm smile in his voice. He rubs his hand in soft circles around my ass. “Good girl, Danica.”

I melt at his praise.

I’m in love, is all I can think. I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love.

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