Page 91 of We Three Kings

Overwhelmed with shame, her head falls forward. “You do.”

Not good enough. “Who am I?”

The shivers fade, and I can feel her body warming under my hand.

“Daddy.”

“That’s right.” I circle between her shoulder blades. “I am your Daddy.”

Her squirm I’ve missed returns, and I can tell she’s as impacted as I am. “Who protects you?”

“You do, Daddy.”

“Who needs you?”

“You do, Daddy.”

Breathless and wiggling, she grinds into me. I don’t even think she realizes that she’s doing it. That she needs me to get her off. Which means she’s ready.

I smack her ass hard.

The scream of shock echoes through the room, and I groan again. “You belong to me.”

Another smack. This squawk is from pain. “You will never try to leave me again.”

Her hands jerk up, trying to cover her cheeks from the penance I dole out. I grab both of her wrists and hold her immobile. With my free hand, I give her one more sharp swat. “You will always be my good little girl.”

She’s crying now. Full on sobs and heaving. I slide my fingers between her pussy lips to find them drenched.

Exactly as I suspected.

She desires discipline just as much as affection.

I tenderly sweep between her folds and circle her clit, comforting her as she releases all the stress and strain from denying the truth of our relationship. Soon she settles down and lets me love on her.

I work her little nub until she’s panting and writhing, seeking more. But she needs one last reminder before I can give her what she wants.

I swipe her cunt again, and with my finger well lubed, I trail to her butt. I press the tip against the rosebud, meeting the resistance I expect along with her cheeks squeezing around my digit. I swallow my chuckle from her useless defiance. “If you ever try to get away from me again, I will take this ass whether you’re ready for it or not.”

Despite her tense body, her pussy thrusts against me. “Yes Daddy.”

Uncertain if she’s agreeing to my promise or my penalty, I reward her either way. I release her trapped wrists and lift her by the shoulders. She stands by me, dazed and greedy with pebbled nipples, dilated pupils, and messy thighs. I need her just as much. “Take me out little one.”

Eager and enthusiastic, she unbuckles my belt and glides down my zipper with shaking fingers. My bulge easily pushes through the gap. She hesitates, not from disobedience but from uncertainty with her eyes searching mine.

I take over, shoving down my boxer briefs so my cock springs out like a jack rabbit. Before she can protest, I grasp her waist and lift her up only to slide her back down onto my dick.

Tight and wet, she envelopes me as if her cunt was made for my cock.

Barely halfway, I hit her cervix, so I have to be very careful with my little one. I keep a firm hold on her, lest she drop too low and hurt herself. “Feel good?”

When she wraps her slender arms around my neck, I get my answer. I raise and lower her a few times, relishing her riding me with my help.

She’s gorgeous, drunk on pleasure. Her eyes slip shut, and I can’t have that. “Look how beautiful you are with your pussy swallowing my cock.”

The authority in my tone forces her to tip her head down. When she reaches between our legs to touch us, I almost lose my mind. That’s sexy as fuck. “We’re perfect together, aren’t we?”

Her head flies back up, meeting my gaze as she nods.

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