Page 79 of Impressing Brett

“You want this, Little lamb? You want Daddy to swat your pussy with this spatula and make you scream?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is breathy and shaking.

Daddy lifts the spatula and brings it back down so fast I don’t have any warning.

I scream. Not because it hurt very badly. He didn’t hit me very hard this first time, and my panties are on, but the shock is tremendous. There was no way to prepare emotionally for how it would feel.

My clit is pulsing. It feels swollen. Can he see it through my panties? Probably not, but it feels like he should be able to.

Daddy drops the spatula, grabs the side of my panties, and tugs the material away from my pussy, exposing my clit. A second later, his mouth is on me there, sucking. His tongue flicks over my clit, and my vision blurs. I’m going to come, and he hasn’t entered me. Not even with his fingers.

At the thought, he pulls my labia wide open and thrusts his tongue into me. That’s all it takes. I come around his tongue while he flicks it around my opening. The pulses are intense. We have sex often, but we haven’t had sex yet today, so I’m primed and needy.

“God, you taste like heaven,” Daddy says when he lifts his face after wiping his lips on my panties. “I love eating your pussy, Little lamb.”

I flush. My body is trembling from the aftershock of such a powerful orgasm.

“Did you like that, Little lamb? Did you like Daddy swatting your pussy?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to murmur.

“Maybe, next time, I’ll use a wooden spoon.”

I shudder. That sounds much more painful. I bet it is. I’m not going to ask, though.

Daddy takes a step back, removes all his clothes, and then pulls my panties down my legs. He smooths his hands up my thighs and presses them wide once more. “So pretty.” His voice is reverent.

He reaches for my shoulders. “Sit up, Little lamb. I need you touching me. All of me.”

I let him pull me to sit upright, then I wrap my legs around his waist.

He lifts me off the island and carries me to the living room, where he sits on the couch with me on his lap. “Ride me, Lacy. Ride me hard.”

I love how he’s able to let me be on top without allowing me to think for one moment that I’m in any way in control. I lift, let his cock align with my throbbing entrance, and thrust down over him.

Daddy moans. “Oh yeah, baby girl. That’s so good.” He grabs my hips and lifts me only to yank me back down again. He’s totally in control. I’m just a puppet who happens to be on top.

I don’t even exert my muscles while Daddy holds my thighs to lift and lower me. He arches his hips up into me to deepen the contact.

I toss back my head, my mouth hanging open. I’m so fucking happy that I can’t keep from smiling as Daddy slides one hand between us to rub my clit. “Come on my cock, Lacy. Show me how much you like it.”

I do as I’m told because I can’t help myself. He’s that powerful and controlling. He can even command my orgasms.

Daddy comes inside me a few moments after me, groaning through his release. When he’s fully spent, he pulls me closer until our chests touch. He kisses my face everywhere.

I slowly open my eyes fully and meet his gaze. I grab his face with both hands. Now, I tell myself. Tell him. “I love you, Daddy. I love you, Brett.”

He gives me a slow smile that’s so huge it lights up the room. “Oh, sweet Little lamb, I love you, too.”

A weight lifts off me. It was a heavy burden carrying those words around and not using them. “I love you,” I repeat to help lessen more of the heaviness. “I love you.”

He kisses all over my face again before fully meeting my gaze. His smile is as big as mine. “You’re mine forever and always.”

“I hope so. I can’t exactly replace you after you’ve spanked my pussy.” I shrug nonchalantly. “You’re stuck with me.”

“I’d never want to be stuck with anyone else ever, Lacy Harlow. I’m happier than I ever knew was possible.”

I hug him tightly.

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