Page 76 of The Southern Submission

Hearing my name from her lips is the most satisfying sound. Her sweet voice full of pleasure brings me to the edge. I groan into her hair, spilling my load as she flutters around me. Her pussy sucks my release from me, spilling down my shaft when she’s too full to hold anymore.

I slide my hand down to where we’re joined. “Look at the mess you made. Clean it up and don’t waste a drop, my greedy girl.” I swipe my fingers through our cum and bring it back to her mouth. She sucks my fingers clean, her tongue darting out and catching every bit, sending a thrill through me. My growl of pleasure rumbles through my chest as I praise her. “Good girl.”

Forty-five

Ainsley

Payton kisses me hard, his hands roaming my body and painting me with our release. I smile, close my eyes, and tip my head back against his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his fingers coasting over my skin. He really loves this part of sex, marking me as his in such a primal way. It makes me feel closer to him. Wanted, cherished, needed. His.

“Don’t you fucking fall asleep on me, Princess. This ass is mine to take. We’re still warming up.” He pumps his hips and I can feel his dick hardening again inside me.

My eyes snap open. Seriously?This man.

“You’ve come twice already. How are you going to go a third round so soon? Don’t you need a nap? Some water? You’re a decade older than me, after all,” I tease,trying to hide the smile that wants to take over my face.

“I’ve fucked your face, spanked your ass, and choked you to orgasm and you’re still a brat,” he muses in my ear, his Daddy voice sending shivers racing down my arms. “What’s it going to take to tame you?”

“You’ll never tame me,” I taunt, wanting to push him to see what else he’ll introduce in his quest to see me tamed.

He bites my neck right where it meets my shoulder and sucks, the sensation lighting me up and turning me liquid in his arms. I mewl and shudder in his hold.

“I love your wild spirit, Spitfire. I want you bratty and mean and yourself,” he says quietly in my ear, soothing the spot he bit with a gentle finger. “I also want you vulnerable and raw and open with me so I can take care of your every need. Don’t keep me out with the bratty attitude when you need me the most.”

An unexpected prick of tears hits me and I blink quickly. I push off of him and turn so we can be eye-to-eye. He sits back on his heels, watching me carefully, probably thinking I’m about to freak out. I take his hands and lace our fingers to reassure him I’m not.

“I’m yours, Payton Olsen. Every part of me, every need, everything I could hope for, is yours. It’s not easy to open up and be as vulnerable as you want me to be, but I’m trying, and you seem to have a way of getting me there.” I stop and swallow hard, about to give him a deep truth I’m not sure I should expose because it’s one of my biggest fears. “You’re getting my clingy, obsessive, attached, insecure side that thinks you’ll get tired of me or find someone better. So if I have to be open, you have to be okay with me being needy as fuck. I need constant reassurance that I’m not too much and you actually like me when my brain is telling me that I’m annoying and you’re onlywith me because you feel bad for me or something equally as pathetic.”

His eyes soften and he huffs a laugh. “That’s it?”

“Don’t laugh at me,” I say quietly, hurt spiking in my chest at his cavalier response to spilling the rawest parts of myself.

“I’m not laughing, I’m relieved.” He leans forward and kisses me before pulling back and capturing my face in his hands. “It’s fucking music to my goddamn ears, Princess. Everything you just said makes you even more perfect for me. Give me all of your clinginess. I want you stuck to me like the cute little koala bear you are. Don't you ever let go and you better fucking come to me when you need attention, reassurance, love, hugs, food, coffee, and to hear what a good girl or a filthy slut you are.”

“It’s not too much?” I cup my hands over his and voice my most vulnerable thoughts.

“If anyone thinks you’re too much, they can fucking go find less, because you’re a dream come true to me. You’re the other side of the coin to my desire to care for and see all of your needs met. You’re the lighthouse that sets my course and tells me what’s needed, whether it’s full steam ahead or slow going. Right now it’s time to fill you up. Lie back and spread your legs for me so I can show you just how much I want my favorite set of holes dripping with my cum.”

I giggle, scooting to the head of the bed, lying against the pillows. Instead of coming for me, he goes to the dresser and opens a drawer. I immediately think of the paddle and the flogger from the last time he opened a drawer over there. He has toy hidey-holes all over this room that I really need to explore to take a full inventory. When he turns back around, he’s holding a big pink vibrator. I blink and open my mouth, ready to object. This man is full of surprises and I’m not surehow I feel about this one.

“If you’ve used that on someone else you’re not coming near my pussy with it,” I warn, sitting up, instantly on edge.

“Relax, Spitfire, all of my toys are new and purchased just for you, that’s why it’s pink. You’re the only one I’ve played with here, and it’s been a long time since I’ve played at all. I’m going to fuck that tight ass and you're going to fuck yourself with this. When you come apart with both holes filled, it’ll be out of this world.”

My whole body flushes at his description and plans for me. He crawls onto the bed, reaching between my legs and tugging on the plug that I’ve forgotten about entirely at this point. It felt really good to have something to clench around when he was spanking me, and I felt fuller while he was fucking me, but I think I’m in for something entirely different, now.

“Breathe and relax for me, Princess.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, allowing my body to relax as instructed. He pulls the plug free, leaving me suddenly empty.

“Please, I need you,” I whine and reach for him, the desire to feel him inside me taking over.

“You’re such a good little whore, begging for my cock. I’ll make it all better and fill your ass the way you need.”

I toss my head back and moan, still not sure why his words set my pussy pulsing with need instead of infuriating me, but I embrace it and widen my knees in invitation. “Fuck me, Daddy, please.”

A cool drizzle of liquid hits my pussy and drips down my slit. Payton’s fingers work the lube through my center and into my ass, pressing in first one, then two fingers, and scissoring them as he spreads the lube where he needs it. He’s stretching me, getting me ready to take him, and it’s erotic as hell theway he preps me, praising me continuously with how good I’m taking him, how amazing I feel, and how badly he wants me. I’m going crazy with desire, my hips rocking against his hand, begging for him shamelessly. This is so far from the one time I’ve had any butt play, and I like it so much more.

“Use your words if you need to stop at any time. You’ll feel pressure and it might be a little uncomfortable at first. I’m bigger than the plug and my fingers.” He strokes his cock with a lubed hand, his fingers moving over the piercings I like so much.

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