Page 23 of Puck Me Daddy

Demian smiled. “Exactly. So that in the future, if you break any of our rules, you know what’s coming.”

I squirmed on the couch, reminding myself of the rules in our contract. No putting myself down. No disrespecting Daddy. No argument about bedtimes or daily routine. No curse words. “Thing is,” I said, “I’m a good girl, Daddy. I don’t think I’ll ever break a rule.”

Demian chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

I nodded, my mouth suddenly parched. "I guess we will," I managed to say, my voice stronger this time.

With a gentle tug, Demian pulled me onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest. His strong arms encircled me, holding me securely in place. I felt a shiver run down my spine, my body alive with anticipation.

"Relax, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "This is all about having fun and exploring our connection."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I leaned into his embrace. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, sending a wave of desire coursing through me.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, a shy smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "Yes, Daddy," I replied.

Demian reached around to the zipper of my hotpants and undid it, then he positioned me over his lap and with a sharp tug, he pulled my hotpants down, along with my panties.

“Holy shit, baby girl,” he marveled. “You’re a work of art.”

I squirmed slightly in his lap, embarrassed to be baring my ass to him but pleased by his reaction at the same time.

Suddenly, Demian administered a soft spank, sending a warm heat through my body. I gasped, my eyes fluttering open in surprise.

“What do you think, little one?” he asked. “Think you can take it harder?”

“Definitely,” I panted. “Definitely harder.”

He spanked me again, harder this time, and I moaned in pleasure. “Harder, Daddy,” I panted.

He spanked me again, and again, each time harder than the last, until I was crying out in both pain and pleasure. My skin was on fire but the space between my legs was wet.

“Interesting,” said Demian, finally stopping and stroking my ass, pinching my cheeks ever so slightly, and running his finger gently along the crack between them. “Looks like you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

His strong hands guided me to my feet, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. He pulled me toward him, and I felt the hard heat of him pressing into my stomach. Now I could see what he meant. He had enjoyed that as much as me.

He cupped my face, his gaze locked onto mine, and leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss. The playful energy from moments ago transformed into something more intense, more electric. My heart pounded in my chest as I melted into his embrace.

He pulled away, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Are you ready for what comes next, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my voice trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Daddy," I replied, the words rolling off my tongue with ease.

With gentle care, Demian slipped off my t-shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my shoulder as he revealed the lacy bra beneath. His touch sent another jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn't help but gasp. He continued his slow, deliberatemovements, removing my bra and leaving me in nothing but my frilly white socks. The large windows showed the whole of the city beneath us, but I knew nobody could see us all the way up here. We were just two specks, vibrating with sexual energy.

The cool air of the penthouse brushed against my exposed skin, heightening my senses.

"You're breathtaking," Demian murmured, his voice low and husky. He ran his fingers over my breasts, eliciting a shiver from deep within me.

As he led me to his bedroom, I felt a surge of trust and desire. The tender yet authoritative words he used underscored our agreed-upon roles, and I reveled in the depth of his care. I placed my palm against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat mirroring my own.

We stood there for a moment, lost in the intensity of our connection. Demian's gray eyes seemed to pierce through to my very soul, and I knew in that instant that I had found something special, something rare.

"I'm going to take care of you, Tilly," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "You can trust me."

And with those words, I knew that I did trust him, completely and utterly. I was ready to explore this new facet of our relationship, to let go of my fears and insecurities and embrace the vulnerability that came with true intimacy.

Demian lifted me onto the bed, gently pushing me back until I was lying on his sily sheets, looking up at the ceiling. His lips brushed against my inner thigh, making me shiver. My heart raced as his mouth moved closer to the center of my desire. His touch was gentle, yet deliberate, each stroke a delicate dance that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

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