Page 51 of Watch Me, Daddy

Every moment was pure bliss.

With deliberate intention, he laid the leather belt across my back. Its heavy, warm presence wouldn’t let me forget what just happened, not that any part of me wanted to. If anything, it made my needy desire that much more intense.

His fingers drifted above my skin, just barely touching me as he followed one welt after the next.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, and my pussy clenched down impossibly hard. His light teasing was making it incredibly hard to stay still.

When his fingers ventured closer to the cusp of my thighs, I couldn’t help but tremble. He didn’t hesitate to slide one finger into my folds, and I gasped, only just realizing the copious amount of arousal hidden between them.

I wasn’t just a little wet, I was absolutely soaked.

“Princess,” he chided, and immediately, my cheeks flushed with aroused shame. I fidgeted a little, and his fingers sought out my clit.

“Daddy,” I whined.

“This tight little pussy is soaking wet. You enjoyed having this naughty bottom spanked bright red with my belt, didn’t you?”

I covered my face with my hands, not wanting to admit he was right, while also knowing that it was absolutely true.

The belt had hurt, but a very deep part of me had enjoyed every searing lash.

I didn’t answer at first, but when he slapped my pussy three times in quick succession, the sizzling burn was enough to break my silence.

“Yes, Daddy!” I wailed, squeezing my thighs shut to try to hide myself, but the chilling breeze cooling the wetness on the folds of my pussy told me that I wasn’t hiding much of anything at all. In this position, my pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable to the stinging smack of his hand. He kept the flats of his fingers on me, using them to lightly tease my clit. My core constricted tight with need.

“You need more than a bright red bottom though, don’t you, princess?”

“Please, Daddy.”

“Daddy can’t wait to feel how tight this needy little pussy gets around his cock when you come for him,” he growled.

His words set my soul on fire. “Please,” I begged.

With dizzying ease, he lifted me off his thigh and set me back down on the ground. I stood on shaky legs while he unbuttoned his slacks and freed his cock. Even though I’d seen it once before, the sight of it was a terrifyingly addictive one.

He’d fucked me once, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him again, and I needed him badly.

My thighs rubbed against one another as he sat down on the bench, his darkened eyes finding mine.

“Climb up onto Daddy, babygirl,” he coaxed.

His cock jutted up into the air, rock hard, thick, and as monstrously long as I remembered. Veins throbbed on either side, and I bit my lip, nervous to take all of him once again. I was still a little sore from his cock last night. Tentatively, I pressed my hands to his shoulders and carefully climbed up onto his lap.

“You’re going to lower yourself onto my cock, princess,” he said darkly, and I gasped, a surge of heat racing through me to center right on my throbbing clit.

His hands wound around my waist, hoisting me up just enough so that the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance. I whimpered, his size humbling now that it was moments away from sinking into me. I wrapped my arms around him as I slowly sank down the tiniest bit. The thick head slid easily through my wetness, and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as the burning stretch began to split me open.

Inch by painstakingly slow inch, I took him. He didn’t rush me, nor did he try to force any more of himself inside me before I was ready to take it. Instead, he watched with rapt attention, mesmerized by every gasp, breath, and wince as I lowered myself down onto him. When I had finally taken all of him, I sighed in abject relief even though my pussy felt like it was going to rip in two.

“Now, princess, you’re going to ride my cock like you don’t need that needy little pussy belted as bright red as that gorgeous, welted ass,” he warned.

My heart pounded with a sudden surge of fear.

The belt had stung across my naked ass. I had no doubt a full strike between my legs would sting far more.

I rocked my hips once, testing how it felt to ride him. I bit back a moan as his hand slipped between us so that the roughness of his knuckles brushed against my clit. I rolled my hips a second time, slowly gaining confidence, and he growled in warning.

His other hand drifted backwards, following the cleft of my ass, and descending downwards until he paused right above my bottom hole. I stiffened and froze as the tip of his finger pressed against it, and his eyes sparkled with dark mischief.

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