Page 67 of Watch Me, Daddy

I stayed where I was, both wanting and needing him to look at me.

“You’re utterly breathtaking, my Irina. These panties are beautiful,” he murmured.

I blushed at his heated words, both embarrassed and aroused that he liked the lingerie I’d chosen for him. My clit pulsed, and I bit my lip as his fingertips continued down the line of the lacey hem as he cleared his throat.

“It’s a shame you lost the privilege of wearing them for the rest of the day,” he scolded gently, and my breath caught in my throat. Startled, I went to lift my torso off the bed and his hand was immediately on my low back, holding me in place.

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the distinct sound of a switchblade opening, the metallic click sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t see it, but I wondered what he was doing with it. I stilled, and the air seemed to hold its breath as I awaited his next move, a mixture of apprehension and fascination coursing through me with wild abandon.

Swiftly, the sharp blade lightly grazed against my skin. I yelped in alarm, afraid he would cut me but knowing deep down that he wouldn’t. The edge of the blade slid along my flesh, dipping beneath the lacey hem, and I finally realized with he was doing.

With a swift jerk, he flicked the blade towards him, effectively cutting straight through the fabric. The lace gave way, the gauzy cloth no match for the sharp edge of his knife. With painstaking care, he cut through my panties on both sides and when he was ready, he tore the tattered remains off.

Now, everything in between my legs was on stark display. I felt exposed, laid bare to his desires, and it was both thrilling and unsettling in the most wonderful way.

My breath kept catching, and my desire kept spiraling.

“My my, sassy girl. You protest an awful lot for a pussy this wet,” he observed, and I felt a rush of heat creep up to my cheeks. My shame only compounded on itself, driving my need higher as a result, and it took everything in me to remain still.

Though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his presence like a tangible force in the room. It was as if his heated gaze had physical weight, settling on my skin and igniting a slow burn that spread through my veins.

Finally, when I thought I could bear it no longer, he cleared his throat.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen now, sassy girl. I’m going to spank this bare little ass bright red, and then you’re going to get down on your knees like a good girl and suck my cock.”

That would have been more than enough to make me blush, but he didn’t stop there.

“If you had been a good girl and just given me a kiss, I would have given you a gentle lovemaking, but you bit me, didn’t you, naughty girl. So instead of the sweet fucking you could have gotten, I’m going to take your last virgin hole hard enough that you’ll feel it with every step you take down the aisle towards me later today,” he said darkly.

The whole world centered on the heaviness of his words.

He couldn’t…

He wouldn’t…

He would.

He’d threatened to take my bottom once before, but he’d never mentioned it again. I had thought maybe he’d just said it to turn me on. I realized now that I had been wrong.

Even though it seemed wickedly wrong, I could feel my core sizzling at the thought of his cock sinking into my tight little asshole, over and over again. I’d come insanely hard from just having his finger in my bottom.

Just how hard was I going to come when it was his cock?

His palm grazed over my left bottom cheek, startling me out of my thoughts. For what seemed like forever, Aidan lulled me into a state of relaxation. All I could focus on was his touch smoothing back and forth over my exposed flesh, dipping teasingly close to my pussy. He took one knuckle and lightly slid it up the cleft of my ass, making me bite my lip and imagine what exactly was going to happen between them soon enough.

By the time he lifted his hand to deliver the first spank, I was trembling with arousal. I could feel my wetness beginning to thoroughly coat my inner thighs, and I wondered if he could see it. When a single droplet rolled down my leg, I cried out in shame, unable to stop myself from arching my hips up and seeking out the stinging heat of his palm.

When his hand finally struck my ass for the first time, I was ready for it.

The smarting sensation was somehow muted at first, my desire rolling in billowing waves through me and dampening the pain. The sound was just as loud as I remembered, sharp and deafening in the room, and I was silently thankful for the fact that the penthouse took up the whole top floor of the hotel.

I lifted my head, glancing out the floor to ceiling window right in front of me. The city landscape unfolded before us like a vibrant tapestry against the backdrop of a cloudless sky. The streets below were alive with a constant flow of people, cars, and the occasional passerby walking their dogs. Tall buildings stretched towards the sky, their windows reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. The iconic sights of the city were visible in the distance—the gleaming waters of the harbor, the outline of the historic Fenway Park, and the unmistakable skyscrapers that marked the heart of the city.

I wonder if they could see me, bent over the bed in my wedding dress, getting my bare bottom spanked by the man I was going to marry.

The second spank came fast and quick, as did the third. Soon enough, his hand was raining down on my ass with stinging swats. His palm peppered all over, from the middle of my thighs to the very tops of my cheeks without rhyme or reason.

The scalding pain started slow and steady. He built up the intensity of the spanking as the seconds ticked by, making sure to thoroughly paint every inch of my body with the mark of his hand. It hurt, but I felt safe, and soon enough, I sought out each and every hard smack like my life depended on it.

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