Page 48 of Daddy's Princess

“Good girl.”

The spanks come harder and faster after that, and despite admitting to myself that I need the spanking, I still flail on his lap. After a particularly hard spank to my sit spot, I move my arms, trying to protect my bruised bottom from his onslaught. With a growl, Oliver takes my hands in one of his and pins them to my lower back. It happens so quickly, there is barely a pause in the barrage. I kick out with my legs and find them trapped between his legs in the next second. I try to free myself, but it’s useless. I’m well and truly pinned.

The spanking seems to go on and on forever until I’m laying over his lap in an exhausted, blubbering heap. The world shifts on its axis, and I find myself cuddled against Oliver’s chest. Those wicked hands of his offering comfort instead of punishment.

“I’m s-sorry,” I stutter out for probably the millionth time since the spanking started.

“You’re forgiven, sweetheart.”

Oliver lifts my face to his and using his thumbs, clears away my tears. “Thank you, daddy.”

He gives me a sexy smirk. “It was my pleasure, babygirl.”

The hard length of his cock trapped between my punished bottom and his body tells me he really, really enjoyed my spanking. The wetness between my legs says that I enjoyed it too. I wiggle on his lap, causing him to groan.

Oliver fists my hair and moves in close until we are nose to nose. “Are you trying to tempt me into fucking you?”

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache that’s been steadily building in the background of my punishment. “Yes, daddy. Is it working?”

With an animalistic growl, Oliver stands then tosses me on the bed. Before I’ve fully settled on the mattress, he’s on me. The kiss is savage in its intensity. I nearly come unglued when he thrusts two thick fingers into my sensitive folds. He unerringly finds my g-spot, rubbing the spot over and over until I’m screaming my orgasm into his kiss.

He pulls away long enough to free his cock, not even taking the time to undress before he’s thrusting into me in one gloriously sensual motion. We both moan at the exquisitely tight feel of him stretching me.

“Fuck, babygirl, you feel so damn good squeezing me like that.”

“So good, daddy,” I gasp the words as he buries himself to the hilt again. “More, please.” I nearly cry at the loss when he pulls out completely. “Nooo, please, daddy!”

He flips me over, pulling my lower body up so that I’m on my knees, and pressing a hand firmly on my back to keep my lower half pinned to the bed. Then he’s fucking me with true abandon. The sounds of his body crashing into mine fill the room. I scream when his hand cracks down on my already abused bottom, then he squeezes the cheek, making the pain sink in deep. He does this over and over again as he fucks me into oblivion.

My orgasm comes with the force of a tsunami.

“Fuck, yes, come all over my cock, babygirl.”

Oliver’s commanding voice adds another layer to the overwhelming pleasure. Just when I don’t think it can build any stronger, Oliver trails his fingers around my hip and down into my slick heat. The wave crashes over me with such a brutal force that I feel like I’m going to break apart in a million glittering pieces when his fingers circle my clit.

I feel Oliver’s cock pulse inside me as he fills me with rope after sticky rope of his release. We both collapse to the bed, panting. Oliver gets control of his faculties first and pulls me into a cuddle. I rest my head on his chest and soak in the sound of his still racing heartbeat.

Some crazy, irrational part of me almost blurts out that scary four-letter word I thought about earlier. I manage to tamp it down and keep the insanity to myself. I brush it off as it being how intense the scene was and not a true representation of my feelings.

Keep telling yourself that, my snarky inner voice says.Denial has always worked out so well for you in the past.

I shut that voice down completely. I refuse to let anything tamper with this perfect moment.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Babygirl,” I correct.

He chuckles and playfully swats my sore bottom. “Ow!”

“How do you feel,babygirl?” he asks, emphasizing the babygirl.

“Blissed out.”

That makes him chuckle again.

“I wasn’t too hard on you?” The question is innocent enough, but I can tell he’s genuinely concerned he was too rough with me.

“Not going to lie, it hurt like the dickens, but it was exactly what I needed. Thank you, daddy.” I raise my face up to his for a kiss, which he gives me without question. It’s a slow, sweet kiss that makes my toes curl.

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