Page 31 of Mountain Man Daddy

A predatory leer crossed his face before he slid his hand firmly from her hip down her ass to grasp her thigh.

“Hold on, baby,” he said as he pulled her leg up onto his shoulder. She squealed, but he steadied her with his left hand on her lower back. “You’ll learn to be a good girl.” He eyed her sternly, causing a zing of excitement to rip through her before he bent his head and she felt his steamy breath back on her pussy. When his tongue found her slit and parted it again, she threw her head back and let out a strangled cry. His tongue felt so amazing against her, and she was back at the precipice quickly.

“Don’t move, little girl. This is punishment.”

“Punishment?” She looked down at the top of his thick hair and smirked. “Punish me all day then.” He paused to chuckle knowingly, and it made her smile fall.

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“Your ass is raw from my belt, and I’m not a cruel man, so I need another way to keep you obedient, don’t I?”

He drove his mouth against her womanhood, his tongue flicking punishingly, and he sucked until she was dizzy with need and screaming. He built her up so high, she saw sparks behind her eyes. She was breathing so fast and hard she may as well have been hyperventilating.

“God, Mike, God!” She bit her lip and let out a long, drawn-out moan as his tongue flicked hard and fast in the perfect rhythm. Her nails dug into his skin as if she were clinging to him for life. He smacked the back of her thigh sharply with his palm, and she called out as she was about to go over but then he stopped. She opened her eyes as the sexual fog cleared. He’d completely stopped. The only thing she felt was the heat of his breath against her and the hard-pulsing need to come. She cried out as he put her leg down.

“What? Why?”

“That’s twice.”

“Twice?”

“What do you call me, little girl?” His palm smacked the back of both her thighs again, and she squealed.

“Daddy.”

“You, young lady, will spend the day naked and ready for me. That pussy will be wet and clenching greedily for me every time I look at you.” He swatted her harder again, and she gasped, but he held her steady. “I plan to do this to you again and again, whenever I please, and I promise you won’t come until I decide to let you.”

“Please, Daddy. Not that,” she begged, falling to the bed. “I can’t.” He said nothing, just half smiled. “Daddy!” She jumped off the bed to follow him as he walked away.

“You’re supposed to be resting.”

“How can I rest now?” she asked, tossing her arms up.

“Get back in that bed.” He spun, pointing, and she stumbled back. “Do I have to tie you to it?” Despite the threat and the severity of his tone, she felt another intense wave of arousal. She knew this was probably a distraction, and she loved it. She turned, stamped her foot, and thudded back to the bed, throwing herself on her tummy across it. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Properly and on your back.” He crossed his arms, waiting for her to obey. “Hands and feet to the corners.” She only harrumphed, so he crossed the room in three strides and pinned her with a hand on the small of her back. The two pink spots on the back of her thighs were barely visible, but her bottom looked tender. He spanked each thigh several times, making them blossom brighter and making her squeal. He released her and waited. It hurt more there, and he’d used that to his advantage.

She obeyed his previous command slowly, pouting, but never removing her eyes from his. Her nipples tightened again as his eyes blazed. When his gaze slid down her body, she felt tingles everywhere.

“I’d rather be spanked.” He only shook his head. She growled and slammed her fists on the mattress. He tsked her. “I hate being left sexually frustrated!”

“Is that showing me you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Well, never mind. Who needsyou!” She brought her hand to rest between her thighs and scowled as if it were a threat. He bent, scooping up the belt from the floor and she put her hand back to the corner. “I was teasing, Daddy, no.” Again, he only shook his head as he walked toward her.

He took her wrist roughly, but then released a slow breath and gently thumbed circles against the pale inner skin of it. He leaned down and pressed a kiss there, before reaching to the drawer beside him and dropping the belt in it. She exhaled in relief until he came out with one of the ties—the orange one with polar bears. Her heart pounded, and her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. He wrapped it around her wrist and then tied it to the headboard. He took out another as she tugged on it curiously. He wrapped the blue tie with penguins around the other wrist and attached it to the other side of the bed.

“I knew these would come in handy someday.” She inhaled slow and deep, and his eyes held hers as he picked up a ringlet and ran it through his fingers. “Bend your knees.” His demand was quiet, but his expression firm and she was mesmerized enough to obey without pause.

Whatever he planned to do to her, whether it was pain, pleasure, or a combination of both, she would gladly submit. He’d bewitched her. Him and his damn mountain had enraptured her. If he hadn’t already convinced her to stay and let him be her hero, she would have now. Submitting to this man was the only thing she wanted.

This time as he put his face between her thighs, he lifted her ass, so they cradled his face. Her legs twitched when his tongue tormented her sensitized nub, and she clenched them and threw her head back against the mattress, begging in nonsensical words.

“Oh, my God,” she panted. “Please!” But again, just as she got so close she could practically taste it, he pulled away. She cursed, loud and trucker-like.

He rose from between her thighs and nipped her belly. “You’ll learn, and I suggest you watch your language. Daddy doesn’t like to hear those words out of your mouth.”

“How about you let me have a taste of you.” She struggled against her binds. “I can earn my pleasure.” Her voice was velvety.

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