Page 9 of Daddy's Princess

“Good,” I growl. I’m filled with an irrational level of possessiveness. I feel more possessive of a woman I’ve never even kissed before than I’ve felt for any of the women I’ve dated in the past.

I grip the back of her neck in a firm hold and pull her toward me until we are breathing each other’s air. Her dark brown eyes flash with surprise as I crush my lips to hers. She lets out a needy little noise, then opens for me. Without hesitation, I slip my tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss.

Sugar’s kiss is tentative at first. Like she’s just testing the waters, trying to decide if this is something she really wants or if she’s in over her head. Then like the flip of a switch, she’s molten lava, burning me up with her fierce need. She turns in my lap until she’s straddling my hips. The new position has her pussy lined up perfectly with the hard ridge of my cock. My eyes nearly cross from the delicious friction as she rocks her hips.

Her fingers are buried in my hair, holding me to her almost desperately as our tongues duel for dominance. It’s adorable that she thinks she’s even remotely in charge. I let her have her way, for now. Letting her control our kiss. Letting her rub her slick little pussy up and down my hardness. Working herself higher and higher until she’s making sexy little mewling noises that I swallow down like the sweetest nectar.

Just when she’s teetering on the edge of release, I grip her hip, halting her movements. Sugar breaks our kiss with a frustrated groan, bucking against my hold. I deliver one punishing spank to her ass that instantly has her freezing in place. With her parted lips, dilated eyes, and flushed cheeks, she’s the picture of feminine arousal.

“Naughty girl.” I squeeze her ass, loving her intake of breath at my biting grip. “Trying to orgasm without permission,” I tsk, turning my hold on her ass into a massage. “Who’s in charge, little girl?”

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “You. You’re in charge.”

“Hmm. Yes, I am in charge,” I agree, running my hand up from Sugar’s bottom to the back of her neck, then up into her wild brown hair. I wind my fingers in the messy locks and pull her head back until her lips part on a gasp, and her eyes drift closed. “And who am I?”

“D-daddy,” she moans, melting into my hold. “Please, daddy.”

“What do you want?”

Her thighs clench around me, but she resists the urge to rub against me.Such a good girl.“Fuck me, daddy.”

I tighten my grip on her hair, reveling in the sound of her pained gasp. “Such a naughty word from such pretty little lips.”

“Sorry, daddy.” She blinks at me innocently as she apologizes. She’s not really sorry. She’s loving every second of being in my thrall. If anything, she’s sorry she hasn’t done worse and earned another spanking.

“Do you know what happens to little girls who say such naughty words?” I ask her almost benignly.

Sugar’s lips tip up with a smile that she quickly turns into a pout, but the excitement in her eyes is impossible to hide. “They get punished.”

“And what happens if they take their punishment like a good girl?” Using the hand still gripping her hip, I rock her against me, reigniting her need.

“They get rewarded?” She answers in a way that’s part statement, part hopeful question.

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Sugar

“That’s right.Good girls get rewards.”

Yes, that’s me. I’m the good girl, I’m practically chanting ‘me, me, me’in my head.

He gently pushes me off his lap, then pulls me between his spread legs. His big hands run up and down my outer thighs as if he can’t resist touching me. “Did I tell you I love this dress?”

I shake my head, grimacing when my tiara flops, causing it to pull my hair painfully. Not at all the sexy kind of pulling Oliver was doing. Oliver notices, and immediately he reaches for the little crown. It takes him several long moments to untangle it from my hair, then he deftly massages my scalp. I could melt at how good it feels. I’ve always loved having my hair played with and having a man like Oliver—no, not a manlikehim,him—taking care of me is a real-life fantasy.

“Mmm…” I moan as his fingers work their magic. My eyes flick open as he pulls his hand away. Oliver is looking at me how I look at the last cupcake. Hungrily. “Sooo good. Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now, about this dress.” He tugs on one of the many layers of the skirt almost playfully.

“I always wanted to be a princess.” I shrug, looking down at my pretty pink and white dress. “Do you really like it?”

“Yes, I do. You look like the naughtiest of princesses. I want to fuck you in this dress. With all these frilly layers flipped up, you won’t be able to see what I’m about to do.” He makes a humming noise like he’s seriously considering that plan of action. “But I’m greedy. I want you completely bare to me while I make you mine.”

I squeal when Oliver spins me around until my back is to him. With practiced hands, he unzips my dress. Goosebumps prickle my skin as Oliver slowly pushes my dress down. I gasp as the material abrades my hard nipples, then shiver as my overheated skin is exposed to the airconditioned room. Finally, my pretty pink princess dress is nothing but a puddle at my feet.

“Fuck me, you’re perfection.” Oliver’s voice is hoarse, rough with need. I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s to come. He runs his callused palms up my sides causing me to giggle and squirm. “Ticklish?” he asks with a devious tone.

I could lie, but what would be the point? He would only have to caress my sides a couple more times to have me giggling and begging for mercy.

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