Page 92 of More, Daddy
With a deep breath in, I exhale slowly, years of impatience elongating the noise. I’ve wanted this for so long. Finding it with someone I love became something I was unsure would happen. Prostitutes, one night stands… that’s all I ever thought I’d have for this.
Until Briar.
My world manages to stay on its axis as I swat her hard, again and again, despite the fact that I’m losing my mind.
This is it. She is it.
After she pays for her lie, we can move forward together.
“You should have told me,” I lecture her, “about yourvirginity. You made Daddy look bad, ripping your pants down and shoving into you like that.”
She wiggles her reddened, plump ass. “N-No, Daddy, I wanted it. I wanted it so much.”
“Hmm,” I groan, curving my fingers into her cunt, finding her slit wet and her insides warm. “Is Daddy’s girl getting horny from her discipline?”
She nods against my leg, turning her face to expose half of her profile. Her lips are swollen, and her damp hair is drying in golden waves around her face. Freckles on full display, thick lashes heavy with unshed tears of desire, Briar looks like a goddamn painting. A perfect, beautiful girl, over my knee, waiting for her daddy to teach her a lesson, then make her all better.
I spank her again, loving the echo my slap leaves in her bedroom. Her pink bedroom. My hard cock pokes her tits, and she moans a little as I adjust her over me again.
“Tell me you’re very sorry for the angst you’ve caused Daddy,” I instruct her, my hands vibrating from the words leaving me. Finally—I finally have this. I watch my hand make slow circles over her bare cheek. I bear lines of age, color from more years under this California sun, a tuft of dark hair on each knuckle, a scar on the top of my hand from when I was nineteen. Her ass is smooth, without a single mark or scar, youthful and vibrant in comparison.
“I’m sorry for lying to you Daddy, about Cadence. I lied from love, and it will never happen again,” she murmurs, lifting her ass, searching for my hand. I strike her again, earning me a high-pitched squeal.
She is going to understand why that lie requires more than a swat to move on from. But until then, I lean over, pushing her hair behind her ear to make room for my promises. “You will never lie to me again, sweetheart,because if you do, it will be the last thing you do under my roof.”
She nods, playing along, yet she has no idea that in the span of an afternoon I’ve gone from rejecting what we built to moving her the hell into my house.
She’ll know when she needs to know.
Briar played with me, whether it was divisive to get me to fall for her or not, she played with me.
She has to understand that Daddy gives exactly what he gets.
“I promise I won’t ever lie to you again, Daddy.”
Still, I swat her again, and this time, she recoils, her ass so raw and sore that she’s at her limit. She’s new to my discipline, and we’ll work toward extending and pushing her limits. In time. Today, that’s all.
Pulling herself up, she straddles my hips, a knee on each side of my waist, and brings her hands to my face.
“I took your punishment.” She kisses me, sweeping her tongue along mine, filling my mouth with moans, infusing me with a tightness behind my ribs, and a flare of desire in my groin. “Now may I please be rewarded?”
If I could make her wait, draw it out as another form of punishment, I would.
Her pull is relentless, and I’ve tried to resist. I’m done fighting—she is mine, and I belong to her, too.
“Get on your back, in the middle of your bed.”
She scrambles to her rightful place, pressed up on her elbows, hands cupping her breasts. Unbuttoning my shirt, I kick off my boots and strip out of my jeans. After shrugging out of my dress shirt, I yank my tee off and step out of my boxers, then socks. Naked, a day of sweat and stress all over my skin, hair mussed from fatigue, I stand tall at the foot of her pink, ruffled bed, watching with rapt focus as her kneesfall apart. Heaven, that’s what she shows me between her thighs, pink and wet, almost hairless, blonde curls neatly trimmed into a small strip on her groin.
It’s not the first time seeing her—hell, I’ve been inside of her. I’ve emptied a few days worth of cum into her body. But seeing her splayed out against the pink bedding is different.
“You’re mine, Briar. Do you understand that? What that means?” I stroke my cock, letting precum drip freely, leaving dark circles on her pink bedding. She swallows, and between her legs, her cunt glistens. She’s growing more and more aroused by the moment, and that fact has me gripping my cockhead, staving off the impending orgasm bolting down my spine.
She nods. “I’m yours.”
I tug on the heavy balls beneath my shaft, groaning when her eyes follow the movement.
“That’s right. You’re mine. If you want to be a whore and a slut and shamelessly throw yourself at another man—or boy, in today’s case—then you will face the most severe punishment.” I knee my way onto the bed and pin her to the mattress with my arms and legs. “I’m the only man who gets these tits,” I tell her, lowering my mouth to her tit, sealing my lips on her peanut butter areola. Sucking her nipple, her spine arches off the bed, and she sifts her fingers gently along the side of my scalp. “And this pussy,” I continue, stalking down her body, hooking her knees over my shoulders. I press my lips to her cunt, smooth and perfect, her lips the perfect shape for my mouth. She moans when I kiss her there, and when I suck her clit between my teeth and move it around gently, she slaps at my shoulders, crying out my name.
