Page 56 of Daddy's Rules

I stroke my hand along her ass again. “Do you know that I love you, Jordan?”

“Yes, Daddy. And I love you.”

I give her cheek an affectionate squeeze. “Good girl. That’s a very good girl.” I massage and pat her naked skin, enjoying watching her squirm in anticipation. “My job is to keep you in your good girl place. Do you understand me?”

“I do, Daddy. Thank you.”

Thank you. This girl undoes me. She’s perfection. Fucking perfection.

“You need a spanking for running, baby.”

“I do,” she croons, desperate now. The faint whiff of her feminine scent makes me heady with arousal. “Please punish me, Sir.”

Without another word, I slap my palm against the fullest curve of her ass. She yelps, holding onto my pant leg. I give her another firm stroke, then another, enjoying the way she squeals and wriggles, watching her pretty ass turn a bright shade of pink laced with fingerprint-shaped marks.

“You’ll never run away from me again, young lady,” I lecture, giving her one solid spank after another. “If you have any doubts, where will you go?”

“You, Daddy!”

I accentuate my point with a heavier swat to her bottom.

“If you’re worried about something, who do you come to?”

“My daddy dom!”

I spank in earnest. She needs this from me, like a flower needs sun, flourishing under the heat and basking in the warmth. And hell, I need to give this to her.

“I love you, Jordan. Don’t you ever forget that.”

I spank her until she sags over my knee, submitted, cleansed, and half on the verge of subspace. Parting her knees, I’m not surprised to find her soaked and swollen, ready for so much more. When I stroke between her legs, she moans so deeply, the husky sound makes my cock stir. “Good girl,” I approve, fingering her. “Jesus, you’re so wet. Someone liked her spanking.”

“Mmmmm.”

I fondle, stroke, and work her up until she’s arching her back and groaning over my knee, coming against my hand so hard I have to hold her in place. She’s every bit the beautiful, capable woman I’ve come to love. Her strength and independent success only makes her submission to me more meaningful.

When she comes down from her climax, to my surprise, I hear her sniffling. “I needed that. Oh, God, I needed that. So much. Thank you, Daddy.”

I nod quietly, gently stroking her. “You did, baby. Feel better?”

I turn her over on my lap and pull her to my chest. Practically purring like a content little kitten, she snuggles up on my chest. “I feel as if a weight’s been lifted off my chest,” she whispers. “You did that for me. Thank you.”

Holding her close, I feel as if my whole world is right here, wrapped up in my arms. “Thank you.”

I kiss her then and it’s not gentle, it’s almost desperate. Flipping myself, I’m suddenly pushing her onto her back on the bed. Caging her with my arms. Her eyes flit to mine, uncertain a moment and then falling into a heavy-lidded state. My eyes drill into hers.

“Spread your legs wide for me, baby girl. Daddy wants to take what’s his.” Her knees fall apart obediently, eagerly. “I’m going to take you hard, little one. Can you handle that?” Her head bobs and because I know she’s wet and ready I don’t hesitate. My cock plows into her, jolting her and making her eyes widen, but then, she bites her lip and grasps my neck, digging her fingers into my flesh.

“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”

My brow arcs sharply at her dirty word and the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk. My hand clasps behind her knee, lifting it up and exposing her left cheek. I swat it, hard, while simultaneously pounding into her pussy. And then again, a burning spank followed by a deep thrust.

“You’re a naughty girl talking filth like that to your daddy,” I whisper. “You deserve Daddy’s belt across your ass.” I feel her tremble beneath me. I swat her ass again while driving my cock into her to the hilt. She calls out in pleasure, shuddering beneath me. I groan. She’d come so quickly, loving the rough sex and dirty talk. I put my mouth over hers sucking in her pleasure cries while slowing my thrusts, allowing her to ride the waves of pleasure.

“Should I take my belt to that naughty ass, baby?” My gentle words caress her face as my long, sure strokes bring her up again. Bridging her from one climax to another. Her lips part and water rolls from the corners of her eyes, but she nods, always game for a spanking. I brush the tears away and kiss her softly, knowing they’re tears of pleasure not pain. Her face is tensed in the most delicious way and pleasure comes out with every pant as my less forceful thrusts coax more bliss from her. And this time when she calls my name, I call hers as well and we fall together, becoming one.

We make love until the wee hours of the morning, soft and gentle, hard and rough, we ride each other’s bodies as if we need to make up for lost time until we’re both empty of every ounce of pleasure to be had. And when the sun rises, little fingers of light illuminate her peaceful face, eyes closed in slumber. I drift off to sleep, content. I have her back. And this time, I’m not letting her go.

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