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Irish continued to spank her in a rhythmic pattern, alternating between swats that stung and caresses that soothed the heat away. “Do you want to be my little princess, Mak?”

“I don’t know Daddy, will I get a tiara?”

“I will get you the prettiest tiara you ever saw, princess.” He swatted and rubbed, the pattern making her ache with need.

“What about a magical jump rope?” She looked up and over her shoulder before batting her eyelashes dramatically at him.

“I’ll work on it. Do you know what else I’ll get?”

“What, Daddy?”

“To be the villain who eats you for dessert.” He stood up and put her on her feet and grabbed her hand. “And turns out, I’m mighty hungry right now.”

The anticipation was heavy in the air as Irish led her by the hand to his bedroom. His grip was firm but not painful, a reminder of his strength and control without any need for words. Makenzie's pulse raced with a thrilling mix of nerves and desire as she followed him willingly, her body tingling with anticipation for what awaited her. She wondered when she should tell him that she was a virgin. It wasn’t by design, not exactly. In college, she’d focused on her degree and getting the best grades possible. After, she’d dated a few men but nothing serious. Then, she’d been focused on her online Daddy Dom and since they’d never met… she’d never had sex. After that disaster she’d been with Eugene.

Lost in her thoughts, she jumped when Irish closed the door behind them. Irish turned to face her, his eyes darkening as he began to undress her, his hands moving slowly yet purposefully over her body. “Lift your arms up,” he commanded huskily, and she obeyed without hesitation, lifting her arms above her head as he peeled off her shirt. Her lacy bra and panties, one of the gifts in the bag left by Veronica, were next to go, until she stood before him naked and trembling with anticipation.

“Bend over the end of the bed, princess,” he purred in her ear, his voice taking on that low, authoritative tone that made her knees weak. Hesitantly, she did as he said, resting her stomach on the plush comforter while her bottom was up in the air, revealing herself to him completely.

He caressed her bottom once, twice, then delivered a firmer smack that stung but left a delicious warmth in its wake. “You were such a naughty little princess, going outside the castle walls without me,” he growled softly before landing another spank on her other cheek. She whimpered, playing along with their continued game, but didn't move away.

“I’m sorry for leaving the castle without you,” she said, enjoying the punishment more than she’d have ever expected. She had never felt so alive, like she could trust someone with her hidden desires without fear of judgment or ridicule. His hand landed again. He rubbed and squeezed the sting away after each swat—pain, then pleasure. Pain then pleasure. Desire built like a crescendo inside of her.

She swallowed thickly as he leaned into her ear, his voice low and husky. “Are you sure you are ready for this, princess?”

Makenzie's breath hitched before she answered. “Yes, Daddy. I’m very ready.” Strong hands gripped her hips before his mouth was on her neck, kissing and teasing a trail down her spine. Each touch of his lips sent shivers down her back, and she moaned softly, arching into him.

His hands trailed down further, parting her folds and slowly, he dipped a finger inside of her, sending a chorus of moans escaping from her lips. “You’re so wet for me, princess.”

He stood and took ahold of her shoulders, turning her around to face him. Irish's gaze darkened as he studied her naked body before slowly undressing himself. He was breathtakingly handsome—broad chest, washboard abs and muscular arms accentuated by the low lighting of the bedroom.As he shimmied out of his jeans, his arousal was more than evident. Makenzie swallowed hard at the sight of his long, thick cock. While she was a virgin, she had other experiences but none of them were comparable to Irish.

“You're more beautiful than any princess in any fairytale. My imagination wouldn’t have done the real thing justice. Do you know what I think our next order of business should be?”

Heart pounding like she’d just finished running a marathon, Makenzie licked her dry lips as he lowered himself to his knees before her. Irish's grin was nothing short of predatory as he looked up at her.

“What's that, Daddy?” she gasped out as he teased her entrance with feather-light touches that made her clench her core.

“To reward your daddy for ridding the kingdom of the pesky dragon," he growled ferociously and without further warning, he lowered his head and started to devour her. Makenzie's world exploded into a cacophony of sensations as Irish feasted upon her as if she were the delicious treat, he’d been craving. His tongue teased and lapped at every inch of her dripping wet core while his fingers plunged inside of her, curling inwards to hit that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

“Daddy! Please!” she mewled, rocking into the pleasure he so expertly extracted from her body. Irish chuckled, as her nails raked into his shoulders, her body shuddering with need, she was so damn close.

“Mmm, Daddy likes it when you beg for more.” He continued to lap at her core, thrusting two fingers inside of her wet heat. She moaned deeply, her eyes closing as she concentrated on nothing more than the pleasure he was giving her. He sucked, licked, and teased until she was nothing more than a puddle of goo aching for an orgasm. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and Makenzie's moans as he brought herto the brink of orgasm only to pull back, leaving her panting for more. “Daddy, please!” she whimpered. “Please!”

Irish growled in response, his grip on her hips tightening. His pace quickened as he added a third finger, stretching her as he brought her to the brink again and again. His mouth latched on to her clit, sucking it between his teeth, drawing it into his warmth. He looked up, eyes full of hunger, and she knew. She knew that she was seconds away from flying apart. His look alone was enough to push her over the edge, and she came apart in his mouth with a loud cry, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm. Her legs trembled as she screamed his name, he continued to lick her clit as she rode the waves of pleasure.

As her gasps started to still, he slowly stood up, lifting her with him before laying her on the bed. “You tasted like heaven, princess. I’ve been dying to have you since I picked you up at the airport and saw what a beautiful woman you’ve become.” His words sent shivers down Makenzie's spine, but as his hips nestled between her thighs, and she felt his hardness push against her, a sudden wave of uncertainty washed over her.

“Wait... Stop, please,” she said quietly. It was enough to make him still instantly.

Irish looked down at her, his eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face.

Makenzie hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the words. “I... I need to tell you something,” she finally managed to say, her voice trembling with nerves. Irish stopped everything and rolled off her. Propping himself up on an elbow, his expression softened, his eyes never leaving hers. She scooted to sitting up, her back against the bed’s headboard.

“You can tell me anything, princess. I will always stop when you ask. You are safe with me,” he assured her, his tone gentle.

Taking a deep breath, Makenzie gathered her courage. “I don’t want you to be disappointed. It’s just, I—I'm a virgin,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Who made it to thirty a virgin? He must think she was a total loser.

For a moment, there was silence as Irish processed her words. But instead of the judgment or disappointment she had feared, all she saw in his eyes was understanding and acceptance.

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