Page 10 of Daddy's Princess

“Little bit.” I pinch my pointer finger and thumb, leaving a thin sliver of air between the two. He smirks and nods as if he’s filing that information away for another time.

Not that there will be another time, I think to myself.

This is only for tonight. I remind myself. This is only one night. One scene. I won’t be sucked back into a relationship. Dating a dominant man outside of the club is too risky. Cody wasn’t the great love of my life or anything, but his betrayal hurt. Keeping things casual is safe.

My head falls back on a moan when Oliver’s big hands cup my bare breasts, completely covering them. I’m not flat-chested by any means; his hands are just that big and amazing. He gently massages them, running his fingertips over every inch, carefully avoiding my aching nipples.

Over and over, he circles the outermost part of my areole, coming just to the edge of my dark pink tip before dancing away again. My skin feels like a live wire. I’m so aroused it’s almost painful. I gasp in shocked relief when my nipple is encircled by Oliver’s warm, wet mouth. He sucks gently at first, then harder until it’s a sweet ache. I blink my eyes open, not even realizing I had closed them. Oliver’s green eyes burn into mine. With one final suck, he releases my nipple, leaving it shiny wet and a much deeper shade of pink. It tightens in the chilled air, but I can’t focus on that because he’s already moved on to my other breast. Licking, sucking, and nipping at that nipple like it’s his favorite new toys. I watch him utterly entranced.

He takes more and more of my breast into his mouth with each teasing nip until his teeth completely surround my nipple. His green eyes bore into mine as he slowly increases the pressure of his teeth. He’s gauging how much pain I like. My heart stutters in my chest at the level of care and consideration he’s showing me. I hiss out a breath at the harshness of his teeth in my tender skin, but not because it’s painful. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. He must see that in my expression since he doesn’t let up on the pressure. My knees nearly buckle when his tongue flicks over my sensitive nipple. I can feel each stroke of his tongue like a phantom touch on my pussy.

I’m practically panting by the time he releases my breast. The blood rushes back to my nipple, much the same as if it had been clamped. It’s enough to make my eyes cross from the pleasure-pain.

“Mm. I fucking love my mark on you,” Oliver says, tracing the perfect circle of his teeth around my nipple. “Such a good girl, but I’m going to spank you anyway.” He pulls me down to his lips, kissing me with more pent-up passion than anyone has ever shown me before. It’s a heady thing to know that a man like Oliver is as affected by me as I am by him. He breaks the kiss first. “Over my lap or the bed?”

I’m shocked he’s giving me a choice. Everyone I’ve played with in the past has discussed limits, but then did as they pleased within those limits. I never got to choose how my punishment/funishments were meted out.

“Lap please, daddy.” It’s the easiest decision I’ve ever made. I can’t imagine ever wanting a spanking from him without the intimacy that comes from being over his lap. I try to remember if that was the case with Cody, and I don’t think it was… How is it that I crave intimacy with a man I don’t even know more than I did with a man I was in a committed relationship with? It makes no sense.

Oliver presses a tender kiss to the tip of my nose, and I can feel myself blush. The man teases and tortures my breasts, and it’s a practically platonic kiss to my nose that causes me to feel shy. What on earth is wrong with me? I’m ruminating on that with so much focus that I’m barely aware of Oliver removing my panties. It’s not until his hand cracks down on my bare bottom that I’m jolted back to the here and now.

“You were a million miles away just now. You okay?” He’s looking at me with concern mingled with a bit of displeasure.

“Sorry I’m fine.”

I’m not sure that he believes me, but he merely nods and reminds me of my safeword. Then I’m once again laid over his lap, only this time I’m completely naked. Oliver’s hand connects with my bottom in a teasing caress. I laugh nervously when I flinch from the gentle touch. I didn’t realize how tense I had gotten in anticipation of the first swat. Once again, he doesn’t do the expected.

He spends long moments rubbing and teasing my bottom so that by the time he finishes, I’m sprawled across his lap bonelessly. Of course, that is when he delivers the first spank. He doesn’t give me time to react before spanking my other cheek. Over and over, his hand cracks down on my upturned bottom until I’m crying out with each swat. He works methodically, never hitting the same spot twice until my entire bottom feels hot.

Then he’s massaging the sting away and stoking my arousal ever higher. The closer he gets to my core, the needier I get. I’m completely soaked. So wet, in fact, that I can feel the wetness coating my thighs. I should probably be embarrassed, but I can’t find the headspace for that right now. My focus is completely and totally riveted on the magic Oliver is working on my body.

“Are you wet for me, babygirl?”

From his self-satisfied tone, he knows as well as I that I’m wet. He just wants to hear me say it… or maybe he wants me to try and deny it…

“I don’t know, daddy,” I say with faux innocence.

He chuckles. Something warm blooms in my chest at the sound, Oliver doesn’t strike me as a man that’s prone to laughter. The fact that he’s enjoying this enough to be playful with me has me stupidly feeling an unhealthy level of affection for someone I hardly know.

“I guess I’ll just have to check for myself.”

“Yes, please.” Oops. I totally didn’t mean to say that. I bite my lip, keeping myself from blurting out anything else.

Oliver barks out a laugh. Thankfully his amusement doesn’t distract him from his task. His fingers slick through my folds. “Soaked. I think someone liked her spanking. It’s supposed to be a punishment.” His fingers move lower, spreading my wetness down around my clit. I moan, pressing into his exploring fingers. “It’s supposed to hurt.”

Wait, what?

I try to keep my focus on his words, but it’s impossible while his fingers are on my clit. Over and over, he circles until I’m teetering on the edge of release. Just before I can fall into sweet bliss, he stops, cruelly pulling his fingers away.

“It did hurt, daddy!” I cry out. “I didn’t mean to like it.” That’s a lie, and we both know it, but it seems like he’s enjoying our fake punishment game, and I’m more than willing to play.

“It’s okay, naughty girl.” I don’t hear the foreboding edge to his voice. I’m so focused on the fact that his fingers are back on my aching clit. Within a few strokes, the heat is building again until I’m dangling on the precipice of release. “I guess I’ll just have to get a bit more… creative with your punishment,” he says as he takes his fingers away.

Again.

My clit is swollen and achy. I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for relief. Oliver’s hand cracks down on first one thigh then the other in quick stinging slaps. Instantly, I spread my thighs apart. I cry out in pleasure when he slowly starts to fuck me with one thick finger. My walls clench around the invasion.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so tight.”

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