Page 196 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I couldn’t deny his statement and stayed in place, but still glared at him over my shoulder. I wouldn’t completely comply, yet. He needed to prove to me that he was worthy to be called Daddy, or Sir, but as to why this was suddenly important, I couldn’t say.
Artair tugged his belt through the loops, folded it in half and with his eyes on mine, purposely snapped it. The loud sound broke me out of my defiance. But it was too late to take back what I’d said, and I watched in fascination as the belt cut through the air and heard the crack of it landing on my unprotected flesh seconds before the bloom of stinging heat engulfed my backside.
“Owie!”
“You will receive eleven more strokes of the belt, Luna, and if you can stay still, your punishment will end there. If not, then you will receive twelve more and then sit naked on the floor at my side and eat your dinner from my hand.”
His words shocked me to my core, enough so that when the next lash landed, I was so busy processing what sitting naked on the floor at his feet would be like, that the fiery stripe he left was second to my thoughts.
He provoked multiple questions and feelings about the dynamic of our burgeoning relationship. He’d said he wasn’t acting like a Dom, but was a Dom. I’d read enough to know what that meant, but nothing in my limited experience had prepared me for a man who was honest, upfront, and willing to keep his word, especially when it came to addressing my behavior.
His previous stroke may have gone unnoticed, but the rest were brutal enough to have me tap dancing between each one. When the twelfth lash landed on my sit-spot, I howled out loud.
Artair stroked my bottom, gently squeezing and rubbing until the sting shifted into a deep resonant heat that permeated all my private bits. Like the night before, I was needy for more of him and what he had to offer.
“Please, Artair, I need you.” I glanced over my shoulder, and our gazes held. “Please,” I begged.
He stood back and toed off his shoes and dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, jutting out before him. This was my first time seeing what I’d only felt through his pants, and I was not disappointed. It was huge, just like the rest of him.
He took off his shirt. Muscles upon muscles met my eye. The man had the most gorgeous body I’d ever seen. Given where he lived, he should have been pale, but he wasn’t, his skin was a light golden tan instead. My eyes dropped back below his hips. Could such a large member fit inside of me? A shudder moved through me and my senses heightened.
He stepped out of his pants and boxers that had pooled at his feet. Scooping me into his arms, he placed me reverently on the bed and climbed between my thighs, pressing the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Is this what you want, lass?”
“Aye. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“Keep your eyes on me, no closing them.”
He sunk past my slick opening and my walls stretched to accommodate his size. Artair’s irises looked like hell surrounded by a halo of gold. Keeping my eyes open was easy when gazing into such an unusual color.
I’d never been penetrated so deeply and I wasn’t even sure if he was fully inside of me yet. As if reading my thoughts, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, sinking in the rest of the way. I tensed, wondering if he’d split me in two.
“Ahh!” A wave of ecstasy penetrated every nerve ending and my body spasmed, and erupted in a massive orgasm that I didn’t have time to chase to its conclusion. Slamming into my spasming pussy, Artair continued to deliver one mind-blowing orgasm after another, until I had no energy left, or so I thought. He pulled out and shifted me to my knees and elbows before reentering me.
His huge cock was hitting a place so deep, it instantly triggered a release. “Fucckkk!” I hissed as the orgasm hit me hard. My exhaustion instantly shifted to an animal need.
“Yes-yes-oh my god-Daddy!”
My inner walls milked his hard length, and he roared as he pumped his seed deep inside of me. The hot spurts set me off on a second wave and my world imploded into shaking limbs and a spasming cunt as a massive orgasm rolled through me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and when he released my hips, I fell forward onto my tummy, momentarily stunned.
Artair rolled down and tugged me against his muscular frame. Are you all right, lass?”
I had to tell my brain to speak as my lips seemed incapable of moving, along with the rest of me. “I can’t move. Staying conscious is a fight and my lips don’t want to work. What’s wrong with me?”
His hand stroked my hair, the gesture soothing. “I believe they call that a sex coma.”
I couldn’t hold back the giggle which instantly restored me from the odd sort of paralysis I’d been experiencing. “A what? Is that like a food coma?”
It was Artair’s turn to chuckle. “Yes. It's a momentary dysfunction of the neural circuitry function caused from experiencing extensive sexual satisfaction.”
His voice held a note of pride which I yearned to bust with a snarky comment. I held myself back and that was a sign that I was back in control. I inwardly sighed with relief. Maybe now I could keep myself out of trouble for the rest of the evening, but if all my troubles ended with a sex coma, maybe being naughty wasn’t such a bad thing.
My stomach growled loudly.
“That’s my cue. I’ll have our dinner delivered while you shower.”
Food and a shower sounded perfect. Artair carried me to the ensuite and placed me on my feet. He turned on the shower and tested the water, and when he decided it was perfect, bade me to step in.
