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“Show me what belongs to me. To Mateo. To Tomas. Show daddy that needy little cunt,” I growl, dropping a hand to stroke my stiff shaft.
Dropping a hand between her thighs, she spreads the puffy pink folds, whimpering my name. God, it’s beautiful. The tiny clit at the top is swollen, needy for release. Joining her in the water, I hit the jets to get the water bubbling. Where she’s sitting is right above a jet and she moans.
“Oh, daddy,” she sings in a sweet little girl voice. “It feels so good. Don’t stop, I want to come.”
Smirking, I turn off the shower head, hanging it back up on the side of the tub. Her little pout is adorable. I crook an eyebrow at her, telling her without words she doesn’t get to call the shots. Her head ducks and I swear to God, seeing this beautiful creature submit to me is the best gift ever.
“Come here,” I command as I sit back against the wide tub. “Need you to sit on my cock like a good little slut. You don’t get to come until I tell you that you can. Do you understand, little girl?”
“Yes, daddy, I understand,” her cute voice calls back eagerly. Too eagerly.
“Ah, ah, now you’re just being a greedy thing. Come here, turn around. Mateo said you need to be punished. I guess I will have to do it.”
Luna pauses, her eyes flicking to mine. Biting at her plump lower lip, she waits for some sort of sign. Something that tells her I will make this good for her, as I have made everything else good for her. Something flashes in her eyes before she starts to move, sliding in the water to me.
“Good girl. Bend over, ass up. Don’t make me ask twice,” I demand.
Lying across me, her long legs bent she lies her head at the other edge of the tub. Looking up at me, she waits. Her ass pops up out of the water, wet and round, so fucking sexy. I smooth my palm over her left cheek, then grab it hard, spreading her open. Seeing a flash of her pussy and her tiny asshole makes my dick ache beneath her.
Smoothing my hand over her again, I can feel her trembling. Waiting for it. Wanting it. I smack her, hard, once, the red bloom of my handprint showing immediately on her creamy skin. I land another smack and she jumps as the sound echoes off the walls. I can feel her shaking, I can feel her excitement, so I smack her again, again, again and she is trembling by the time I stop.
“Taking it like such a good little girl, babydoll. But I think my greedy little girl is liking her punishment too much,” I taunt her, pushing her legs open wider. This lines her up with a spray from the jets and it hits her pussy just right.
Luna cries out, arching her back as she pushes her ass back against the jets. I laugh and smack her other cheek. Once. Twice, a third time, until both her cheeks are bright red. She pushes back against the jets as she shakes from her pleasure, her breath panting, her hands clawing at the edge of the tub.
“Yes, you like being punished by daddy. Good. That’s good, little moon. I think we’re going to love punishing our little girl. Do you want to come, baby? Does that greedy little cunt need it?”
“Yes, yes, please, daddy. I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Please let me come. It hurts, I need to come,” she pleads, herass making little circles to let the jets hit her clit. I spread her cheeks and shove two fingers inside of her, feeling how tight she clenches them as her orgasm bears down.
“You can come for daddy. Go ahead, little moon. Come and show daddy how good he is to his little girl,” I demand, pumping my fingers inside her tightness.
Luna combusts, shouting down the walls as she comes hard. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I grunt, wanting to feel that on my dick again. God, feeling her come on my cock that night was heaven. A heaven I am going to crave for the rest of my life. Feeling greedy myself, I pull her astride me, pressing my face between her wet tits.
“Now take my cock inside that tight little cunt, babydoll. Make your daddy cum in that sweet hole,” I rasp, biting down on her nipple as she pushes off my chest to drop her hips down.
Seated on my lap, her full tits in my face, she looks like a fucking goddess. Her hands tangle in my hair as she starts to move, the water splashing a little. Not that I give a damn. We could wreck this entire condo making love for all I care. Nothing else matters but this, the connection between the two of us at this moment.
“Luna, my little moon, you’re so beautiful. Fucking perfect, we won’t ever get enough of being in your moonlight, babydoll.”
Moaning, she drops her head to press her lips to mine. My mouth opens to her seeking tongue as I wrap an arm around her middle. I take over, thrusting up into her as our kiss goes on and on. When she tightens, her entire body coiling, I slam her down and come with her, our mouths still fused, my tongue in her mouth as deep as I am buried inside her.
Collapsing against me, she is soft and spent. I cradle her close, our kiss going on and on. When she breaks away, we’re both breathless. We smile at one another like lovesick fools. And we are.
Cradling her close, I talk to her about aftercare. I explain how anytime we play these good girl games, she has to let us take care of her after. It is part of the entire fetish as it were. Us pushing our lover to their limits, then tending to them after. Snuggling against me in the warm water, she sighs.
“I will let you do this anytime you want to, baby,” she hums sleepily.
For the rest of the night, she does. We stay in the bath for a long time, talking, laughing, and playing a little more. I bathe her with gentle hands, even washing her thick hair and massaging her head. My sweet girl is about to pass out by the time I get her out of the tub.
In the bedroom, I lie her soft body out on the bed, on her stomach. Getting some cream out, I tend to the few welts on her backside from her punishment. I kiss each one and once I have tended to them all, I push her thighs open to bury my face in her pussy from behind. I eat her to two orgasms, her soft, needy little whimpers enough to make me come.
Cleaning us both up once again, I pull her to me as I climb in with her. Luna snuggles close, passing out in a few minutes. I have not felt alone since I’ve been with Mateo and Tomas, but there has been loneliness. To the sounds of them still making love, that fades to nothing. With Luna in my arms, in my bed, and them just downstairs, I feel more full, more complete than I ever have.
Tomorrow, we will spend a day together and talk about what comes next—I hope what comes next is us starting our life as the four of us.
Chapter Eleven
Luna
