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A part of her that was loving every moment of this. A part of her that was mentally recording every second of it, knowing that she'd be masturbating to this memory for the rest of her life.
His strong grip on her wrist. The heavy weight pressing down on her lower back to keep her in place. The firm, stinging slaps of his palm against her butt cheeks. The press of his cock into her side as he spanked her. The shifting muscles of his legs as he moved her forward slightly, giving him even better access to her upturned ass.
The new angle put the top of her mound right against his thigh and Melody instinctivelyspread her legs a little further, trying to get more contact.Oh!It felt like lightning striking, a shot of electricity straight through her pleasure centers, zinging through her body, narrowing the distance between ecstasy and pain.
She finally understood what people meant when they said 'it hurt so good'.
* * *
By the timeKawan had both cheeks glowing pink, Melody was rubbing herself against his leg, practically writhing. All semblance of the self-contained young woman he'd met in the courtroom was gone; she'd turned into a creature of pure sexual need, submitting to the spanking, submitting to his dominance over her. His cock ached, but if spanking her hadn't been in his plans, sex definitely wasn't. They hadn't talked about it beforehand, and she certainly wasn't in the right frame of mind to give informed consent.
Right now he could probably suggest whatever he wanted to her and she would say yes. Knowing he'd brought her to that point was satisfaction in and of itself, and it would be enough for tonight.
He squeezed each dark pink cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palm, digging his fingers in enough to make her groan and squirm even more. The small movements against his cock were little teases for him to enjoy.
This time when she turned her head to look back at him, her eyes were filled with pleading need and sparkling tears. Her cheeks were flushed and wisps of hair had escaped her ponytail to flutter around her face. Just that one look made his groin throb in response. That expression was one that every Dom endeavored to put on the face of any sub he was playing with.
Little Miss Melody liked being spanked. And Kawan was thoroughly enjoying being the one to deliver her first.
"Please," she whispered, arching her back, rubbing against his hand like a cat in heat.
"Please what, baby girl?" he asked, and felt her bottom quiver in reaction to the endearment. He traced his fingers over the sodden fabric of her panties, which were clinging to the swollen lips of her pussy. For a moment, it almost seemed as though her eyes were about to roll up into her head. She was so close to orgasming, it wouldn't take much to tip her over the edge. Kawan had something he wanted from her first though.
"Please... I need to... I can't..." she stammered, struggling for the vocabulary to express what she wanted, needed.
"You don't have to find the right words, baby girl. I'll give you what you need." He rubbed the outside of her panties for emphasis, right around her swollen clit, and she let out a little cry as her hips bucked slightly. "But what do you call me?"
"Daddy! Please, Daddy!"
* * *
She'd thoughtshe'd feel silly saying it.
Sheshouldhave felt silly saying it.
But somehow it fit, somehow it soundedright,the same way it had when he'd called her 'baby girl'.
And the reward...
Daddy Kawan moved his finger, no longer circling her clit, but rubbing the little nubbin directly and Melody cried out as ecstasy seemed to explode outward from his touch. Hot waves of rapture billowed through her, assuagingthe demanding need of her body, even as her muscles clenched emptily around nothing.
It was white noise and bright fire bursts of pleasure, swamping her senses, and carrying her away.
She writhed, pressing the front of her mound against the hard muscle of his thigh, sobbing out with the sexual rapture that kept going and going as his fingers skillfully wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her overheated body. He didn’t stop until she was practically limp and insensate over his thighs, panting for breath, and dizzy from the intense sensations that had wracked her.
When he lifted her up, curling her on his lap, that was when she finally felt the afterburn of the spanking he’d given her. It hurt more now than it had when he’d been actually spanking her, although it still felt good in a way too. She wriggled, trying to get comfortable, and then realized why she couldn’t.
He was still hard.
"Oh! I..." She looked down, trying to shift her hips away as she wondered what she was supposed to do. Something, of course, but what?
"Stop that, baby girl," he said sternly, pulling her closer again, one hand sliding up her back to guide her head down to his shoulder, while the other firmly gripped her thigh to keep her in place. "Stay right where you are. I want to cuddle you."
Melody bit her lip and tried to relax. To her surprise, she didn't have to try very hard. It was shockingly easy to just sink into his embrace, especially because she knew that's whathewanted her to do. Because he'd told her so. It was so much easier to just let go and let him take control, knowing that he'd tell her what he wanted from her.
She closed her eyes, letting out her breath on a long sigh. Lassitude settled over her limbs, reminding her of how wrung out she was. She couldn't remember ever feeling this satisfied, thisfulfilledbefore. Definitely not after sex.
Not that they'd even had sex.
What would sex with him be like?
Melody wasn't sure she'd survive it.
But oh, to make the attempt...
