Page 27 of His Sassy Little

Chapter Twenty-One

Tanner startled when two small hands firmly gripped his ass, but immediately relaxed as the hands roamed around his hips on a direct course for his now rapidly growing erection.

“Daddy…” that one word was dripping with seduction and Tanner had to take a deep breath to control his rising need.

“Is there something you need, Little Hurricane?” His voice was gruff, laced with the desire coursing through his veins but they still had one little matter to deal with. He certainly hadn’t forgotten.

“I need you, Daddy.” Her hands roamed, tracing every ridge of his shaft through the denim covering it and Tanner almost wanted to say fuck it. She was driving him crazy with her soft strokes, each time she circled the head, he felt almost ready to cum in his pants. He couldn’t just forget it, though. Arabella needed him and he had a very important lesson to teach her.

“You have me, Baby.” He somehow summoned the strength to take Arabella’s hands in his and redirect them further up.

“Please, Daddy,” Her voice took on a higher pitch and he could envision the pout on her lips, “I need your cock.” Her dirty words went straight through him, draining the remaining blood in his head as it all headed south.

“You’ll get it, pretty girl.” He caressed her satiny skin, bringing her arms more securely around him and drawing her front more firmly to his back. “But first, we need to deal with the little matter of your foul mouth today.”

He heard her sharp intake of breath and could gather from the stiffening of her body that she had assumed he’d forgotten. He hadn’t. In all actuality, he was quite looking forward to the punishment he had in mind. He had a feeling it would make things all the more enjoyable once they moved on to the sexy fun. Taking her hand and leading her to their bedroom, Tanner tried to tone down his anticipation. He really hoped Arabella learned the lesson he was about to teach her.

Tanner knew from their conversations that what he was about to do was going to skirt the edge of Arabella’s comfort zone. As he gathered what he would need, he kept his voice gentle and warm. Encouraging her to relax and accept what was about to happen.

“I know this is something you haven’t done before. I would never do anything to hurt you and will be gentle, but we will be using a safeword. If anything is too much for you, you use it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Arabella’s voice was muffled from where she was bent over the bed with her face in the blankets. He knew she was nervous and prayed it wasn’t going to be too much.

“What is your safeword, Little Hurricane?” Tanner set his supplies next to her hips and took a moment to admire her lush bottom sticking up at him.

“Anchovy.” Tanner chuckled at her choice of safeword, just as he had the first time she’d said it during their talk about limits and acceptable punishments. She’d told him then that she’d chosen the word because she couldn’t think of a reason on God’s green earth, she would ever have need of saying that word in normal conversation.

“Good girl,” He praised, his voice smooth and soothing. “When I check in with you, I need you to use the stoplight system to let me know where you’re at, okay?”

She nodded her head, still buried in the duvet.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

“Good girl. Tell me what the stoplight system is.” He knew she knew the system but was having her repeat it so she’d have it fresh in her mind when she needed it.

“Red to stop immediately. Yellow to slow down. And green for all good, keep going.”

“Good girl.”

He reached around her waist until he found the button of her jeans, taking his time undoing it, enjoying the building anticipation and the slight quivers of her body when his knuckles brushed skin.

“Do you have any idea what the sight of this fine ass does to me, Little Hurricane?” He grasped the tab of her zipper and lowered it slowly, allowing each click of metal separating to sound in the room.

When all the fastenings were undone, he grasped the material at her hips, lowering it over her full rounded cheeks, thrilling in the barely audible whimpers and the shift of her thighs as she tried to create friction where she needed it. Tanner knew if he checked right then, he would find her sopping wet for him, but he resisted the urge. He wanted her as on edge and needy as he could get her.

As much as he’d labeled this a punishment, he really wanted her to enjoy it. In all actuality, Tanner found Arabella’s potty mouth sexy as hell–which was why he’d allowed her to keep it in the bedroom.

The no cussing rule was one he’d fully anticipated being broken and he planned to have any and all punishments for it to be sexy and enjoyable. He didn’t want to set her up for failure, he just wanted to teach her that not all punishments were a bad thing. With her history, she had an unhealthy fear of them. He could understand it, which was why he was doing it this way. He never wanted her to fear him.

When Tanner had bared Arabella’s ass, he took a moment, drinking in the ample curves of her behind. He reached his hands out and rubbed soothing circles on both her cheeks, kneading them with his fingers.

“Every time I see this beautiful bottom, I go a little bit crazy.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to one round globe, then the other. Tanner crouched and quickly finished removing Arabella’s pants. He was more than ready to get to the fun stuff and judging by her soft moans and whimpers, she was as well.

When he had her jeans removed, Tanner reached for the bottle of lube and dribbled some down her crack. Arabella shivered at the contact and whimpered, “Cold.”

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