Page 20 of A Daddy for Hanna
With wide eyes, she watched as his hand edged closer to her womanly parts, to her throbbing center. She raised her hips to meet his hand and gasped. The first touch of his fingers upon her slick folds sent electric pulses throughout her body. Her nipples immediately tightened within the confines of her shirt, tightening so hard she had to resist the instinct to grasp her breasts to quell the burn of those sensitized peaks chafing against the fabric.
“Let your body guide you, Hanna. Move against my hand. Good girl. Just like that.”
She pressed into his delving fingers, moving her hips up and down slowly as a delicious pressure built in her center. So much pressure. A groan escaped her when he swirled two fingers around, not quite inside her, but eliciting new waves of pleasure, sharper than ever.
“Look at me, little girl.”
She opened her eyes, though she couldn’t recall when exactly she’d closed them. Her heart melted at the heated, focused look on Mr. Foster’s—no, Daddy’s—face.
Thinking of him as her daddy, her strict but loving daddy, caused her insides to flutter.
She wanted this. Wanted him.
Wanted to be his little girl.
Wanted to be cuddled, loved, taken care of, and even spanked when she was naughty.
She moaned and thrust her center harder against his fingers. The look of approval on his face increased and he stilled his movements.
“I think you’re close to a release, Hanna. Before you come though, I want to test your control. Be a good girl and lie very still while I touch you. I mean it. Don’t move a muscle. If you do, Daddy will have to punish you.”
Frustrated whimpers drifted up from her, but she spread her legs wider at his bidding and tensed in anticipation of his touch.
He dipped two fingers into her pooling moisture and brought that wetness up to the tight bud he’d been working earlier, the part of her where her pleasure seemed to gather and spread outward.
Heat and friction built between his fingers and her wet center as he began to swirl over her sensitive, aching area once more.
She wasn’t terribly afraid of his threat to punish her if she moved, but she desired to please him in every way possible, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on not moving. Concentrated on being his good little girl.
Smack!A light blow stung the inside of her thigh.
She opened her eyes to see Daddy wearing a scolding look.
“I didn’t say you could close your eyes now, did I?” he asked.
Her gaze flitted around the room before coming to rest on him again. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Keep your eyes on me, little girl. Watch what Daddy’s doing to you. Watch how Daddy is touching you.”
She glanced down at the hand he had between her thighs. He drew back a moment, holding his two fingers in the air in demonstration, before plunging them back to her throbbing, quivering parts. She thrust up to meet him, momentarily forgetting that she wasn’t allowed to move. Alarm filled her as she realized her error, and the dark gleam in Daddy’s eyes revealed her naughtiness hadn’t escaped him.
Her heart pounded.
She was in trouble with Daddy.
Would he pause in the midst of pleasuring her in this new, delightful way, to administer a punishment?
Would he actually spank her, and then go straight back to touching the slickness of her aching, inner core?
He shook his head slowly in a show of displeasure, looking especially stern, then sat back on the bed. “Did I say you could move, young lady?” he asked in a firm tone that sent delicious ripples of heat through her nerve endings.
Heat engulfed her face, the flames traveling south over the swell of her breasts, and lower to collide with the ceaseless tremors of her arousal. “No, Daddy.”
“When I tell you to do something, or not to do something, however small a command it may seem, I expect your obedience. I have to spank you now, Hanna. To teach you a lesson.”
His scolding and pronouncement that she was to be punished had her center pulsing in anticipation, and more moisture trickled between her thighs. She licked her lips as her heart pounded and pounded in her chest, and her legs trembled like leaves in the wind.
Before she could try to understand the cascade of emotions and sensations, Daddy lifted her up and pulled her over his lap.
