Page 46 of Under Daddy's Spell

Before she fully spoke the words, his mouth covered hers, his kiss voracious. It went on and on, his tongue searching and swirling and tasting until she was arching beneath him and ready for more. But he stopped and rose above her.

“One of us is wearing too many clothes,” he proclaimed.

With one hand on the mattress, he used the other to jerk open the knot of his tie. After he pulled it free and tossed it over the side of the bed, his buttons were next. He worked them single-handedly without taking his gaze from her, then his shirt followed his tie onto the floor.

She’d seen him in a sleeveless shirt but never without one. Her greedy eyes took in his tanned skin, the muscles straining in his arms and shoulders as he balanced above her, and the light dusting of golden hair across his powerful chest.

Her gaze shifted to his when his free hand stroked her cheek and jaw then moved lightly over her throat.

“What else do you want, Tessa?”

His fingers splayed wide and slid lower across her chest. They moved slowly between her breasts then to the side, cupping the lower curve of one. Her breasts were full, but they fit his big hands perfectly. “Creamy white with rosy tips—your breasts are as gorgeous as the rest of you.” His thumb and forefinger closed around a nipple. “What do you like, a light or heavy hand? Or maybe both?”

Rolling the stiff peak, prompted a moan from her, but when he pinched and tugged a bit, she cried out and arched into his touch. He bent to her and licked the taut tingling tip, murmuring, “Asked and answered.”

She wanted more of the pleasurable pain, but he moved lower, his lips trailing down her belly.

“And what about down here?” He pushed her thighs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders and settled between them. Then he traced the seam of her lace panties with a fingertip. “Your panties are drenched,” he noted unnecessarily. Tessa was well aware; they’d been that way for some time. “Would you like it if I sank my fingers into this warm, wet haven? Better, if I used my mouth and tongue to lick, suck, and taste you everywhere.” He homed in on the lace-covered bud up front and circled it with his thumb. “Do you want Daddy to eat your sweet pussy, baby? He missed dinner because you misbehaved, so it’s only fair.”

The carnal images his words conjured had her on the brink of coming. ???

“Yes, please!” she cried. “Anything!”

His thumb slipped beneath the lace, located the bud, and resumed circling and rubbing.

“Ask for what you want, Tessa.”

“I need your mouth on me.”

“That’s good, but you can do better. Whose mouth do you want on your pussy? Ask, and remember to be polite.”

She’d thought it, fantasized about it ever since the spanking. No, before that. But could she actually call him what he wanted? It seemed so...naughty.

“We both know you want it.”

“I...”

“You can say it. There’s no judgment here,” he urged.

“Please... Daddy,” she finished in a whisper.

“That’s it. With practice, it will be easier. Now, put it all together.”

“I need your mouth on me... Daddy, please.”

His smile flashed brilliant white. Above it, his blue eyes twinkled with delight.

“Excellent, sweet girl. When you ask nicely for what you want, it makes Daddy happy, and he’s more apt to make you happy in return. Let’s test that theory, shall we?”

On the move again, he quickly dispensed with her panties. Without further barriers, he did what he promised, licking and tasting her pussy with his tongue before his mouth sealed over her clit and he sucked. He didn’t mention nibbling on the sensitive bud, but he did that too.?

Tessa’s fingers sank into his silky hair but only for a moment. His head was gone the next instant as he flipped her onto her belly. With her chest on the bed, he pulled her up on her knees, ass high in the air and laid down a barrage of resonating smacks on her bare cheeks.

“A message saying you are unavailable is unacceptable. So is acting like a brat all week and standing me up for a night out we’ve had planned for two weeks because you’re in a snit over a disagreement.” He continued to lay into her with his paddle-like hand as he lectured. “We won’t go into blocking the vent. I’ve already punished you for that, although over your skirt, it hardly counts.”

“I’m sorry, Jordan.”

He paused and demanded, “What was that?”

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