Page 55 of Daddy Next Door

"Breathe, little one," he reminded me softly. "Come back to me."

I became aware that I'd been holding my breath. I inhaled deeply, the simple act bringing me back to my body, to the room, to him.

"That was . . ." Words failed me. How could I describe what had just happened?

"I know," Ethan said, understanding in his voice. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades. "You were magnificent."

My body still hummed with aftershocks when Ethan helped me up from the spanking bench. My legs trembled beneath me, unsteady as a newborn fawn's. The leather of my outfit creaked as I straightened, my sensitized nipples tingling painfully as blood continued to return. Ethan's eyes had darkened to midnight, his pupils blown wide with desire. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "It's time to thank me properly."

I sank down willingly, the plush carpet of the nursery soft against my knees. From this position, the evidence of his arousal was unmistakable – a prominent bulge straining against the confines of his dark jeans. I looked up at him, waiting for permission, for instruction.

"You've been so good," Ethan praised, his fingers threading through my hair. "Taking your punishment, coming so beautifully for me. Now I want to see that pretty mouth of yours put to good use."

His words sent a fresh flutter of arousal through me. After everything he'd done for me, giving him pleasure felt like both gift and privilege.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice still hoarse from screaming.

His hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. The soft clink of metal and whisper of leather sliding through belt loops filled the quiet room. Next came the button of his jeans, then the zipper—each sound amplified in my heightened state of awareness.

Ethan pushed his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion, and I caught my breath as his cock sprang free, jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. It was magnificent—thick and long, with a pronounced head already glistening with pre-cum. A prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing visibly with his heartbeat.

"See what you do to me?" Ethan's voice had dropped an octave, rough with desire. "I've been hard since I put those clamps on you."

I couldn't take my eyes off him. His cock was perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body—substantial without being intimidating, the skin a shade darker than the rest of him, the head a deep, dusky rose. It curved slightly upward, as if reaching for me.

"Can I touch you, Daddy?" I asked, my mouth watering with anticipation.

"That's what you're here for, little one." His hand returned to my hair, not pushing, just a reassuring presence. "Show me how thankful you are."

I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. The contrast was striking—my smaller hand barely encircling his girth, my pale skin against his darker tone. The heat of him surprised me, as did the paradoxical combination of steel hardness beneath velvet-soft skin.

A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip as I held him. Acting on instinct, I leaned forward and licked it away, savoring the taste—salt and musk and something uniquely Ethan. He hissed in pleasure, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair.

Encouraged, I took him into my mouth, just the head at first, my tongue swirling around the ridge where it met the shaft. The taste was stronger now, primal and intoxicating. I felt powerful despite my kneeling position – this strong man was trembling because of what my mouth was doing to him.

"That's it," Ethan encouraged, his voice strained. "Use your tongue . . . yes, just like that."

I followed his guidance, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock before taking him deeper. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his girth—it was like nothing else. I breathed through my nose, relaxing my throat to accommodate more of him.

"Fuck," Ethan groaned as I took him deeper still. "Your mouth feels so good, Lily."

His approval spurred me on. I established a rhythm, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft where my mouth couldn't reach, the other gently cupping his balls. I could feel them tightening already, drawing up closer to his body— a sign of his arousal that made me redouble my efforts.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

I raised my eyes without breaking my rhythm, meeting his gaze as I continued to work him with my mouth and hands. The connection was electric—seeing the pleasure in his expression, knowing I was the cause of it.

"So beautiful," he murmured, thumb tracing my stretched lips where they wrapped around his cock. "My good girl, taking me so well."

The praise sent warmth flooding through me. I hollowed my cheeks, creating more suction as I pulled back to the head before taking him deep again. His taste filled my senses, masculine and addictive.

"Use your hands more," Ethan instructed, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Twist a little as you stroke . . . yes, like that."

I followed his guidance, adding a twist of my wrist as my hand followed my mouth up and down his length. His breathing quickened, his hips beginning to move subtly, meeting my downward motions with gentle upward thrusts.

I took him deeper, relaxing my throat until my nose brushed against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. I held there for a moment, breathing through my nose, before pulling back with a gasp.

"Christ, Lily," Ethan groaned, his control visibly slipping. "Where did you learn to do that?"

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