Page 72 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

For the record, he would barely look at me that day. He’d since learned that telling me to wear clothes did nothing but make me switch from one skimpy outfit to the other.

He told me to quit it, of course, but I refused to acknowledge that I knew what he was talking about. And I noticed a few things. He loved it when I called him Mister Quinn or Sir, and he lost his damn mind when I called him Daddy. At night, while I laid in bed and masturbated loudly, I knew he listened and touched himself, because I could hear him get up and go to the bathroom after I finished.

It was my twentieth birthday when he finally caved. I guess the justification that I was two years past legal was enough for him. I’d been pushing him steadily for four weeks, doing everything I could to get him to take me.

He took me out to dinner for my birthday. We had an unspoken agreement that when we were in public, I acted appropriately and wore clothes and didn’t make sexual references, so he’d been trying to spend as much time out of the house as possible.

I wore a pretty dress and a pair of heels he’d bought me for court dates and did my hair and makeup as fancy as I could. That evening at the restaurant, he gave me a necklace with a heart on it.

That was something else he’d started doing. He went out of his way to show me how much he loved me in whatever ways he could that weren’t sexual. Maybe he thought if I felt loved, I’d drop the sex thing. It wasn’t working. It just made me love him more. He called me babygirl and brushed my hair sometimes when I was sad, and made sure I took my medicine with my dinner, and brought me a snack if he could tell I was grumpy. He offered to watch my favorite show at night instead of the news, even though he preferred the news. I was enjoying the spoiling, but what I really wanted was him.

The waitress at the restaurant saw me holding the necklace. “Oh, how pretty,” she said. “Is it your birthday?”

I smiled and nodded to her.

“Your Dad sure loves you.”

“I know he does,” I smiled back at her, feeling mischievous. I looked across the table at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He swallowed and shifted in his seat. The restaurant brought me ice cream with a candle. I made him eat some off my spoon, then finished the rest, licking the spoon seductively while he watched me.

I knew I was breaking that unspoken rule. I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t care. Because he was watching me, and something changed in his expression.

When we got home, I planned to climb into his lap wearing little to nothing and thank him properly for my birthday, but I never got a chance. He locked the front door, tossed his keys on the counter, and grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me into the living room.

“I’ve about had it with your antics, Alice.”

“What’cha gonna do about it, hot shot?” I snapped back.

“If you’re going to act like a spoiled little brat, you’re going to get spanked like one.”

Um, that was not at all what I wanted. I wanted his dick in my mouth. But before I could say much, he sat down on the couch, hauled me over his knee, wrenched my skirt up and my panties down, and went to town on my ass.

Within moments of his hand on me, I felt myself melt into a gooey puddle of love and affection and hot need. He spanked me exactly twenty times on each cheek, and didn’t stop even when I kicked and cried.

“And one to grow on,” he growled, his hand smacking me right in the middle. In doing so, his fingers fell between my legs and slid against the puddle of wetness there, and he groaned, sliding his fingers deeper. I cried out in pleasure as I felt his fingers at the entrance of my slit, desperately wanting to go farther. I could feel his cock, hard and hot against my belly.

“Please, Daddy,” I moaned. “Please! I need you, please!”

His fingers slid inside me. I wailed as I felt a gush of wetness escape and run down my legs.

“You little slut, you’re getting cum all over my pants.”

I couldn’t speak, it felt so good. His fingers were in my pussy, stroking my g-spot like he knew exactly where it was. Like he’d been fucking thinking about it.I lifted my hips for more.

I let out another cry of pleasure as he stroked me, squeezing my ass with his other hand. It took me a grand total of five seconds to come all over his fingers, and I laid there across his knees feeling like I’d just fallen straight into heaven.

His fingers slid away and I whined at the loss, sliding off his lap and onto my knees at his feet. I watched him as he stared at his hand covered in my creamy cum, and slid a finger into his mouth.

I gasped at the sight of his eyes falling closed, sighing at the taste. Then they flew open again, and he grabbed me under the arms, hauled me up and shoved me onto the couch, and dove down between my legs with his tongue.

Nobody had ever done that to me before. He kissed my pussy like it was the long lost love of his life, sliding his tongue inside and around me, sucking on my clit until I screamed and came again. He kept sucking until it hurt and I begged him to stop, practically pushing him off of me.

“Daddy please, it hurts!”

“You spent a fucking month trying to get me here and now you want me to stop? I don’t think so, babygirl. Lay down and take what you fucking asked for.” And he went down on me again, licking me and fingering me until I cried.

When he finally stopped, he sat back on the couch and looked at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. I laid there with my eyes closed floating in bliss until I heard his zipper. That made my eyes shoot open.

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