Page 45 of Daddy's Naughty List

Her skin tingled with pinpricks of heated pain as he painted her backside what she imagined would be a gorgeous dark pink. She never wanted him to stop but knew he would long before she was ready for her spanking to end.

As if he heard her thoughts, Walt stroked her heated flesh, his large palm seeming to push the sting deep into her body. “That’s enough for now.”

Susan wanted to argue, but a single look over her shoulder convinced her not to. Instead, she said, “Thank you for my spanking, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Using her hair as a leash, he lifted her head, then kissed her hard. “But there’s a spot I missed.”

“Does that mean you’re not finished?” Shivering with anticipation, she clenched her bottom, delighting in the ache he’d left for her to enjoy.

“I’m not even close to done with you, babygirl.”

Smiling inwardly, Susan parted her thighs and let out a slow breath as she readied herself for another spanking.

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be his plan. Instead, he let his hands drift down her thighs and back up, coming ever closer to her center without actually touching where she needed him to.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, “no more teasing.”

“Who said I was teasing?” He let a fingertip drift to her back passage, giving her the faintest of touches. “A good Daddy would never neglect his babygirl’s bottom.”

He dampened his fingers with moisture from her pussy, then teased her tight opening until she remembered to breathe out and relax, allowing him to slip his finger inside her.

“Oh, goodness!”

“You like that?” He added a second finger and scissored them to stretch her, an act she’d watched but never experienced for herself.

She clamped down on his fingers and closed her eyes as she rode the sudden wave of dark pleasure. “It feels amazing.”

“Good girl.” He tugged her hair again, forcing her to arch her back and hold still as he thrust his fingers inside her. “Do you think you’re ready for me to fuck your pretty bottom?”

She rocked against him, deepening the penetration until her pulse sped up and she was breathing hard.

“Look at what a dirty girl you are,” Walt crooned. “Look at you making yourself ready for your Daddy to fuck your sweet little asshole.”

“God, please. Yes!” Desperate for more stimulation, she rubbed her aching pussy against the damp pillow supporting her hips.

Without warning, he tugged the pillows away. When she whined in disappointment, he slapped her bottom. “Naughty girl. I never said I’d let you come when I fuck your ass.”

“Daddy!”

“Haven’t I already made you come?” She heard snap of a plastic cap opening and felt a trickle of cool lubricant drip between her bottom cheeks. “Many times?”

“Yes, I—” He pushed his lubricated fingers inside her, coating her thoroughly with the slippery substance. “Oh, god.”

“You’re a greedy little girl.” His warmth covered her back as he leaned over her. “You want all the orgasms.”

“I do.” She rocked her hips in an attempt to make him fuck her but held her still. “And I think I deserve them.”

“Do you?” Still playing with her bottom, Walt used his free hand to make her look at him. Although his gaze was stern and a little scary, he wore a faint smile. “Are you sure about that?”

The question stalled her, and she took a moment to consider what to say. Her thoughts were both simpler and much more complex than a straightforward yes or no.

“Ask me when I started believing I deserve everything.”

“And when was that, baby?”

“It happened when you made me write a bucket list.”

Chapter Seventeen

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