Page 17 of Billionaire Daddy's Girl

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Remember what you say if you need me to stop?” I check, needing to take care of her just as much as I need to punish her.

“Red,” she says.

Pride blooms through me. I smooth my other hand down her back, holding her still as I move my hand from her damp pussy to her behind.

The first spank lands directly on the globe of her ass, making the flesh jiggle and bounce. My cock is rock fucking hard, pushing against my suit trousers.

“One,” my baby girl whispers.

The second smack lands on her other ass cheek, and she murmurstwoobediently into the pillow. On the fifth spank, her body begins to rock back against me, then away, as though shewants more pain at the same time as she tries to escape it. Her skin is warming to a deep red under my ministrations, and I move to her upper thigh as she gasps outten.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, rubbing my hand over her sensitive skin. “Taking your punishment so perfectly. You’re making me so proud, baby girl.”

The praise lights her up, and she moans and babbles against the pillows. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whimpers out.

“Five more to go, pretty girl,” I say, bringing my hand down at the crease where her ass meets her thigh.

“Eleven.”

Another swat at the side of her cheek, mirrored swiftly on the other side.

“Twelve. Thirteen!”

She’s shuddering now, moaning and trying oh so hard to hold still for me.

“Fourteen!”

“Last one,” I soothe, massaging her sore skin. I land the last spank right on top of the reddest section of her ass, and she sobs out the last number.

“Fifteen.”

She collapses onto the bed, wincing a little when I turn her over, so she’s lying on her back and sore ass. Her eyes are huge and glassy, a pillow crease on her cheek from where she’s pressed her face against the bed, her hair a tangle in the bunny ears.

I rip my skull mask off and kiss her. I kiss her as I murmur praise against her mouth, telling her how good she did, how proud I am, how happy she makes me. She’s soft and pliant beneath me, spreading her thighs to pull me closer. Her hips jerk up, her hands grasping at my shoulders and back, a needy mewl leaving her throat.

“Did the spanking get you wet?” I ask, pulling back to sit up and push her thighs apart. “Fuck, baby girl.” The sight of her like this takes my breath away. She’s both angelic and sinful, skirt around her waist and panties drenched. I drag the wet lace down her legs, throwing it to the floor, exposing all of her to me. She’s dripping, needy, and squirming, begging to be touched where she needs it most.

I stroke two fingers through her center, keeping my touch light enough to tease her further.

“Please, Daddy,” Delaney whimpers so sweetly.

“What do you need, baby girl?”

“You,” she whines.

“I’m right here,” I challenge. I want her to be specific, to ask for precisely what she needs, to hear the filthy words come from her sweet lips. “Tell me clearly, pretty girl. Tell me exactly what you need, and you can have it.”

Delaney hesitates, her breath hitching, blinking those long lashes up at me.

“I … I need…” She swallows thickly, biting her bottom lip, like she’s working up the courage to admit it. “I need all of you. Your kisses. Your touch. Your … your cock.”

“That’s it.” I grin down at her. “That’s my good fucking girl. You need Daddy’s cock to make this greedy pussy feel better?”

“Yes!” she moans, eyes locked onto my movements as I unbutton and unzip my suit trousers. “Please, Daddy.”

“How could I deny my good girl anything?” I groan, freeing my cock. I grab her thighs again, pull her towards me, and spear her on my length.

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