Page 11 of Daddy's Arms

“That’s my good girl. On your knees.”

The second he released her ponytail, she stepped away from the counter and lowered herself into position in front of him.

“Eyes on me, little one.”

She lifted her gaze to his, her pussy throbbing in anticipation when he reached for the buckle on his belt.

“Open your mouth for me. Hands on your knees.”

Heart racing, she parted her lips, her eyes never leaving his face. And just as she’d known he would, he wrapped her ponytail around his hand again and guided his cock between her waiting lips.

His moan of satisfaction was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.

“Fuck, you feel good on Daddy’s cock. Relax your throat, baby.”

Even after all these years, she still felt that initial rush of panic when he gripped her hair more tightly and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. But years of training and a desire to please overrode her instinct to pull away or to fight against the intrusion.

And even still, her throat contracted around his cock, making her gag slightly. Another man might have pulled away then, given her a chance to recover. But her Daddy knew she could take more, and so he pushed her limits, thrusting against the back of her throat. Her eyes filled with tears and she struggled to breathe through her nose while he fucked her mouth, but she kept her hands on her knees and her eyes on his face.

When she was tiptoeing up to her breaking point, he finally released her. She gasped, greedily dragging in air once he’d slipped from her mouth.

“You look beautiful like this. With tears on your cheeks and your face flushed so prettily.” A gentle tug on her hair signaled her to rise to her feet.

“Take your clothes off for Daddy.”

She grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it over her head. Rough, familiar fingers caressed her naked breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples until her head fell back on a moan, the rest of her clothing forgotten under the onslaught of pleasure.

“Bottoms too, little one.”

When she was standing naked before him, he hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her up onto the smooth granite.

The move surprised a squeal out of her. “James! I just washed the counters!”

He responded by shoving her legs apart and delivering a sharp slap to the tender skin of each inner thigh.

“Who’s in charge here, Olivia Jane?”

“You are,” she replied, pouting. Her thighs stung, but she knew better than to rub at the punished skin.

Two more stinging slaps had her crying out and gripping the edge of the counter. “Who is?”

“You are, Daddy!” she cried, tears stinging her eyes courtesy of the punishment he’d delivered to her sensitive skin.

“And that means Daddy can fuck his little girl whenever, wherever, and however he wants. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, but—ow! Stop!” she whined when he delivered a third pair of swats to her thighs.

“No. There is no arguing or bargaining. Put your arms behind your back.”

Reluctantly obedient, she moved her arms into position, cupping each elbow in the opposite hand. James reached up and tweaked her left nipple, hard enough to make her cry out at the stab of pain. The right nipple received the same rough treatment. Tears filled her eyes and slipped down her cheeks, as much from humiliation as the pain of the actual punishment.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked softly, releasing her tormented nipple.

“Yes, Daddy.” She whimpered at the sting he’d left behind in her thighs and breasts. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, little one.” Dipping his head, he ran his tongue over her nipple, turning her whimpers to moans of pleasure. The tortured peak still throbbed, but the pain only increased the pleasure he lavished on her with his skilled tongue.

When both nipples had been attended to, he pulled her to the edge of the countertop. His hands gripping her hips, he pushed his cock deep into her dripping pussy. He showed her no mercy as he drove into her, branding her with each forceful thrust.

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