Page 5 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“Very good girl.”

I tuck the paddle under my arm while I rub in the sting. The hot satin of her skin under my palms is heaven. She wiggles under my touch and the sweet tang of her arousal spices the air.

“Does my baby want to be fucked?” I ask rhetorically.

“Yes, please, Daddy!”

I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Okay, two more.”

I deliver them in quick succession, one after the other, with barely a breath in between for her to count. She shrieks on the second one, her whole body going tense. Her back jerks, her legs squeeze together. A deep red flush spreads down the back of her neck.

Her body goes limp, then she flips over onto her back, looking up at me with wide eyes. Tears spill.

“Baby?”

“Daddy, I’m so sorry!”

Chuckling, I lean over her. “Surprise paingasm, little girl?”

She nods tearfully.

“So, I’d say you like the paddle a little?”

She shakes her head. “It’s an evil, evil paddle. Waaay worse than Belphegor.”

“Way worse, huh?”

“So much worse. I’m really sorry, Daddy. The pain took me by surprise.”

I give her a slow, licking kiss. “I’m not angry, baby. I love watching you come. I know it was involuntary. You haven’t broken any rules. Lift your legs now, Daddy wants to fuck.”

She blinks back her tears, still looking a little uncertain. My sweet baby who tries so hard to follow my rules. I’ll reinforce that she’s still my good girl while I’m fucking her.

She slides her legs up my hips and sides, silky skin on silky skin. Her hands slip around the backs of her knees, the way she knows I like her to hold her legs while I fuck her. I push us both up the bed so I can get my knees on the mattress before I sink down onto her.

I kiss my way down her, starting with her forehead, then each wet eyelid, then her rosebud mouth. I nudge her chin with mine until she tips her head back and lavish kisses and teasing nips down the line of her throat. She smells sweet here, in the folds of neck and shoulder. I rub my lips, the tip of my nose, and my cheeks over her delicately scented skin while I push her legs wide, cup her breasts in my hands, and roll her nipples with my thumbs.

“Are your little nips still sore, my baby?” I ask as I pluck at them. I got a new set of nipple clamps yesterday and she spent the day in them, to much protest. Compressive pain is never my baby’s favorite thing.

“Don’t feel anything but good, Daddy,” she murmurs, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

I drop my face into the valley between her breasts and smile up at her rapturous expression as I lick and kiss my way down to her captured nipples. Rosy-red skin peeks between my fingers and I give each nipple a kiss before rolling them firmly. Emily squeaks and shivers. That suggests that even though she’s swamped with feel-good chemicals now, her nipples aresore. I still suck and nip at them but I don’t dig my teeth in the way I might if she hadn’t suffered those clamps yesterday. Lighter pressure still has her moaning and wriggling, seeking the satisfaction of penetration. I’m eager for that, too.

Releasing one sweet peak, I slide my hand under her and lift her hips onto a pillow. Emily’s body is wholly familiar to me after several months together but the moment of crowning her, of feeling myself sink into her hot, wet welcome, is always new. The sensation catches in my chest. Tugs on that deepest part of me that opens to her. My soul baby. My life-love. I suck on the side of her breast as I take her hips in both hands and pull her to me, sinking to the balls. Gasping, she squeezes down on me.

“Fuck, baby. So fucking good.”

“Daddy,” she mewls.

I reach out and capture one of her hands, twining our fingers together and holding her down as I circle my hips, applying pressure to every nerve in her divinely-responsive pussy. She keens with pleasure so I do it again and again, adding a snap of my hips with each rotation to give her the deep thump against her cervix that she loves. She throws her head back and howls.

“Oh, my little girl. Are you close?”

“Yes, Daddy. So close. I know I don’t deserve an orgasm but please, please, a thousand pleases may I have one?”

I lift up so I can look right down into her eyes. Hers shoot wide, her black pupils so blown there’s barely a green ring around them.

“You deserve all the orgasms, my baby. Come for me.” Her little brow beetles as she succumbs to the sensations. Her face twists in what would look like pain if I didn’t know how intensely she comes a second time.

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