Page 9 of Daddy's Little Treat

I kiss her hard, knowing she likes it rough, then nip her bottom lip before I pull away and stand. I don’t use the face rest because a little discomfort will do her good, and it’ll just get in the way if I want her to choke on my cock later. Besides, punishment isn’t supposed to be comfortable, and this’ll make the experience more intense for her. She needs to be hyperaware of every spank, every lick, and every caress I give her body.

I lazily pace around the bench, occasionally stroking her skin, knowing the anticipation makes her squirm. The waiting is difficult for me too, but the payoff is well worth it. Slipping out of my wolf costume, I toss it onto the floor, remaining only in my jeans before I approach Kelsey’s naked body from behind. She tugs at the ropes, but she and I are both aware her efforts are futile. Her arousal coats her swollen pussy lips, so I know she’s thinking about what’s coming next.

My Little Girl is ready. And so am I.

I roughly palm her luscious ass cheeks, loving the feel of her supple curves in my hands. Forgoing the paddle or riding crop this evening, I hold my breath as I deliver a sharp, swift blow to her plump, round ass. Kelsey lets out a startled shriek, and I chuckle before giving the other side a hard smack. She gasps, but no other sound escapes her lips.

That’s fine. We’re just getting warmed up.

I spank her again and again, watching her spectacular ass bounce as I continue to use my bare hand. I consider switching to another tool like a flogger or cat-o’-nine-tails, but I want the intense connection I get when my palms touch her body. There’s something about the sound and sensation of skin meeting skin that sets my blood ablaze.

Before long, she’s crying out with each strike, the sound equal parts pain and pleasure. Her flesh is warm now, and the dim lighting hints at the redness coloring her cheeks. She hasn’t safe-worded, and I’m keenly aware of how much her body can take—though I’m going easy on her tonight—but I pause to offer a loving caress before sliding my hand between her parted thighs.

“You’re soaked,” I pleasantly observe. “Does my Little Girl like being spanked?” It’s a rhetorical question, but hot as fuck to hear her say it.

“You know I do.” She attempts to push back against my hand, despite being tied down.

Without warning, I deliver another swat, harder than the ones before. She squalls, pulling at the ropes as she arches her back. Her sweet, musky scent surrounds me, and I’m ready to come on her ass right now.

“Daddy’s little slut is so needy, isn’t she? What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me,” she begs, and I grin so widely that my cheeks ache.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Little Girl? But I don’t know if you deserve it. After all, you ran from me tonight. Maybe you should make up for some of my frustrations.”

Her delayed response tells me she’s biting her tongue to keep from expressing something bratty, most likely concerning my arrival time at the party. I’m pleased, though a touch disappointed ourfunishmentsare coming to an end. But that only means we’re moving to the next phase of our playtime, for which I’m more than ready.

Finally, she concedes, “Tell me what you want, Daddy.”

“You’re such a good girl for me.” I bend down, gripping her heated cheeks—fuck, her ass is sexy—and languidly lick her dripping pussy. Her satisfied moan turns to one of frustration when I leave her with a parting smack, before moving to the front of the bench. After untying her wrists, I free my throbbing cock, and Kelsey doesn’t wait to be told what to do. Rising from her elbows to her freed hands, she savors my precum before taking my dick into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tip, she lowers her head until I brush the back of her throat.

Damn, she’s good at this.

I groan and fist her long hair, grounding myself as pleasure floods my veins. She’s so fucking eager to please, sucking my dick like she can’t get enough. It’s sensual and erotic, making my balls tighten as I approach orgasm.

I step back with a curse. “Fuck, Kelsey.” I’m panting, trying to catch my breath. “You almost swallowed my cum, baby.”

She peers up at me with a sinful grin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

My eye twitches while I return to my position behind her, where I hurriedly shuck the rest of my clothes. “It is,” I growl. “Because the first place I’m coming tonight will be inside of that tight cunt of yours.”

I line myself up at her entrance, gripping her hips and driving forward until I’m buried balls-deep inside her. We both cry out, and her legs tremble against me. She’s wet and tight, and I settle into a punishing rhythm, pounding myself into her hot little pussy. The bench skids along the floor, but I move with it, rutting into my girl like the wolf I pretended to be this evening.

Her gasps and moans fill the room and the mellifluous music of her pleasure spurs me on. I give in to the urge to spank her again, and she calls out my name when she comes in response. Her pussy quivers around my hard cock, and I’m gratified upon seeing her cum on my dick. I thrust faster, my vision whiting out when I’m finally catapulted into my own release. A deep groan escapes me as I come, and I toss my head back to the ceiling.

Her pussy clenches around me when she says, “I want all that cum, Daddy. Give it to me.” Sweet words from her pretty little whore mouth shoot a blissful shiver down my spine.

My Little Girl is fucking perfect for me.

Once my breathing returns to normal, I reach down to untie her ankles. She limply rests across the bench with a euphoric smile stretched along her gorgeous face. I gather her into my arms, carrying her into our bedroom, where I turn down the covers with one hand before lowering her onto the mattress. She looks up at me through hooded eyes as I bend to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Stay right here.”

Occasionally, after our sessions in the playroom, Kelsey feels vulnerable and insecure, no matter how much I worship or praise her. So I always take the time to show her I love and care for her, and appreciate the gift she’s given me with her submission.

I wet a washcloth with warm water, returning to her side to carefully clean her up. The first time I tried this, she was embarrassed, but I insisted she allow me to take care of her. I won’t ever let her self-consciousness keep me from doling out proper aftercare. Now, she enjoys this level of intimacy we share and offers me a smile of gratitude, albeit a sleepy one.

“Just rest. I’ll be right back.” I traipse down to the kitchen for a glass of apple juice and bring it to her. It’s her favorite bedtime drink, but she rarely indulges.

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