Page 38 of Target Me
“We need to keep you quiet, hen. Open up.” It wasn’t easy from the position I was in, but he managed to wedge the soft cords into my mouth. They tasted like me.
“If you want to stop, stomp twice.”
I nodded and was rewarded with a sweet kiss on the cheek before he pulled back.
“Now to address your continued insistence on calling meDaddy.”
His hand crashed down across first one ass cheek, then the other. Yesterday, when he’d spanked me, I thought he had been hard. As his hand connected again, a yelp left me as the realization dawned: he hadn’t been trying at all.
“Your ass looks so beautiful with my handprints on it, hen. Such a pretty shade of red.”
I groaned as he changed his angle, fingertips grazing my labia with the next hit.
“Do you think I could make your entire ass red? You’re taking your punishment so well, my good girl.”
After a few more slaps, he stood back to admire his handiwork.
“Stunning.” His hands soothed over my burning skin.
Unable to resist, I wriggled under his touch, desperate for more.
His hands moved to my wrists again, his fingers pressing into mine, checking for blood flow. He grunted, sliding a hand under my chest to pull me upright. With gentle movements, he unwound the cord and dropped it at our feet before pointing at one of my father’s leather wingback chairs.
“Sit in the seat and hook your legs over the arms. I want you to open yourself up for me.”
I groaned, realizing I still had the tassel in my mouth.
“Did I tell you to remove that?”
Crap. Leaving the thing in my mouth, I quickly moved to take up position. Cool air brushed against my core as I sat back in the chair. My face burned at the vulnerability of the position. Logan circled me, sitting on the small coffee table and hunching forward so he was eye level with me.
“I said, hold yourself open for me.”
My legs twitched reflexively, wanting to close, to hide away from his watching eyes. At the same time, I felt the moisture building. With shaking hands, I spread my pussy open for him.
“Touch yourself, but don’t go near your clit.”
I nodded, shifting my grip to free a hand and started working my fingers over my labia, down to my entrance, circling through the mess of arousal I knew he could see, and back up, avoiding direct contact with the swollen bud that was begging for attention.
“Good girl. Now fuck yourself slowly with just one finger.”
It wasn’t enough. My inner muscles gripped at my middle finger as I slid it slowly in and out, begging for more friction than I could give. I mewled in frustration, keeping pace with Logan’s instruction under his hungry gaze until I thought I would lose it completely.
“Are you enjoying exploring exhibitionism, hen?” he asked.
I huffed, half tempted to cry. I loved the way he looked at me, but the delayed gratification was grating. The whine that left my throat was heavy with all the pent up emotions I couldn’t give voice to. He laughed.
“You know as well as I do that it was ticked on your list. Now stop pouting. Add a second finger and curl them up inside you. Look for the rough flesh just inside your entrance. Got it? Concentrate on that spot.”
I shivered in delight as my nerve endings sang in response to the movement. Logan smirked and sat back, watching as my face mirrored the pleasure I was feeling.
“Good girl. Now you can touch your clit, Avery. Make yourself come for me.”
Continuing the stroking, I moved my other hand to obey Logan’s direction and barely made contact before a lightning shock of an orgasm ripped through me. Logan added his own fingers to my pussy, groaning as I pulsed around him.
“You’re squeezing my fingers so tight, hen. Your pussy is made to be filled. You put on such a nice show for me, pet. I loved it.” The words of praise fell from his lips, warming me up and extending the pleasure pulsing through me.
Eventually, I sagged back in the chair, boneless as I panted through the fabric in my mouth. Logan popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking my arousal off before he removed the tassel from between my teeth. Straightening my legs one at a time, he pulled my skirt down over my lap until I sat looking somewhat presentable once more.
