Page 48 of Daddy's Rules

Chapter Thirteen

Jordan

The position alone evokes submissiveness in me, not that I need any help being more submissive at the moment. Especially at the sound of Owen’s jingling belt buckle. A thrill shoots through me, deep and tingly, and a shiver crawls up my naked back like the gentle tickle of a lover’s fingers. I squirm a little.

“Impatient, baby?” The sliding of the leather loops has me swallowing hard. My heart thumps so deeply, I not only hear it but feel it against my chest.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan as I feel the cool leather flop gently against my skin. “I want you. I want whatever pleasure or pain you decide to give.”

“Hush now, baby girl. I want you to keep your eyes closed and feel. Every stroke, every caress, every kiss is yours and yours alone. No one but you matters, Jordan.” His words make my chest tighten and tears sting behind my eyes.

“Yes, Daddy,” I croak through my emotion. His finger trails lazy circles on my lower back before his hand settles there firmly.

“Stick your bottom out, honey. Meet the leather. Enjoy the sensation.” The belt snaps against my bottom and I tense, but the sound only enhances the feel. And it’s not painful at all. The belt has left a solid stripe but it’s not what I expect. It’s... satisfying. I push my bottom out again, relishing in the buzz that’s left on my skin.

Another stroke lands and this time I meet it with a moan. Warmth tingles against my already buzzing skin. I can’t help but giggle.

“Is this funny, little one?” A stripe bites across the lowest part of my cheeks and I tuck my bottom in, curving my spine.

“No, Sir,” I gasp. The leather burns for a few moments before once again settling into warmth.

“Just because I’m giving you some well-deserved pleasure doesn’t mean I won’t put you in your place.”

His words set my core on fire. God, I love his dominance.

He swats again and it’s the solid but pleasurable kind again. This time I feel my cheeks wobble enough to stimulate deeper. My core blasts hotter and I feel my arousal trickle to my thighs. I don’t have time to pine for his cock inside me though. His belt is landing rhythmically against my ass. One after the next, the steady heat makes me push my ass out to meet the leather. Each stroke further engorges my clit with need, but I don’t want to rush to the finish line, I want to savor each and every touch Owen gives me.

When his hand runs across my hot, tenderized flesh, I mewl like a kitten. I feel greedy when his fingers brush my inner thigh but not my needy pussy.

“Please,” I beg and a crisp stinging swat brands my bottom. It’s such a different feeling I yelp, but in my state of arousal my body no longer registers pain. Only pleasure exists.

“Who’s in charge of your pleasure and pain, my sweet one?” Owen’s voice is graveled with the arousal I’ve become so in tune to.

“You are, Daddy.” He responds with a guttural mmhuh and his hand grazes my pussy lips as he continues to caress my inner thigh.

“I’ll give you relief when I decide you’re ready and not a minute sooner, got me?”

I bite my lip, his words causing deeper throbbing in my clit. His control ignites me.

“Spread your legs,” he demands and the tone snaps me out of my haze of arousal. I open them for him and he pushes my upper body lower into the mattress. His left hand is firmly at my neck and his right swats me there making me call out.

He’s spanked my pussy and it feels... God, I don’t know. At first it was... slightly jarring, but when his palm slaps against my lips again, my clit aches for more. I grind against his hand before he pulls it away. Three more swats and I’m incoherently begging. Goddammit, I need his hand, his mouth, his cock, I don’t even care what he uses at this point.

I’m on the cusp of my pleasure becoming torment when I hear his zipper, the gentle hush of clothing dropping to the floor and then the tear of a wrapper. Excitement spikes in me and I feel the tip of him at my entrance only seconds before he plunges his cock inside me, deep, rough and so fucking satisfying. “Owen!” I call to him like a wolf to her alpha. I need him. I need him so badly.

He plunges again and again, hard, unrelenting, and filling me so deliciously full. His hips slapping against my freshly spanked ass makes it buzz again and it’s all gratifying. His thrusts become rhythmic and my hands ache from clasping the bedspread so tightly. And then he reaches around my hip and puts the little sucking toy over my clit.

I’m riding higher and higher, my eyes squeezed so tight tears leak down my face. I have never felt so consumed with pleasure, with need, with love.

“I love you, Owen.”

“Come for me, baby.” His tone, laced with demand and need, is exquisite and titillating like nails down my back. His mouth, hot and wet, kisses and sucks my shoulders and neck, but when his teeth scrape and nip, I explode around his cock, his release seconds behind mine. We slump together, groping for each other, blind in our spent and satisfied bliss.

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In the morning, I wakein Owen’s arms, the feel of Beast’s cold nose on my toes. I shift slowly, knowing by the sound of Owen’s breathing, he’s still asleep. I manage to slide out without disturbing him and cover the giggle that escapes at Beast’s little happy dance. He twirls and jumps and taps his little toenails on the floor.

I scoop him up to scratch his belly and notice he does seem to be getting a gut. “You’re getting chubby, Beast!” I turn on the coffeemaker and put the dog on the floor to get his food. He cries as I pour it into the bowl and when I put it down he starts eating as if he’s starving.

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