Page 12 of Lisa's Unexpected Valentine's Day

To be fair, it would for most people, in most situations, but on this particular occasion, he had other ideas. “You’re still wearing stockings, so you can wear the shoes too. Go put them on.”

“But, I was going to take the thigh-highs off too, so—”

He interrupted her with a sharp hand gesture. “I want them on when I paddle you.” When she still didn’t move, he let one eyebrow slowly rise. “Now.”

She was starting to look like she regretted the present, but she didn’t argue as she moved quickly back into the closet. The heels were in her hand, not on her feet, when she returned, but she dropped them to the floor and slipped into them before he needed to say anything.

“You really think I look good in these?” She twisted and turned, going through several sexy poses while his eyes remained fixed on her hungrily.

“I think you look better than good, Maya. You look fucking incredible, and you’re going to look even better bent over.” He crooked a finger at her, and she moved closer, as if tugged by an invisible leash.

He would get to the paddling, but that could wait. His hands itched to touch her, and he took the time to indulge the desire. Her skin was soft and warm under his fingers as he skimmed them down over her body. “God, I love you.” The words were barely more than breathed.

He was so in awe of this woman. His wife, his Little who gave him every part of her and let him be her Daddy. Sometimes what he felt for her was so powerful he thought his chest might explode with it.

The near constant urge to throw her down and fuck her with wild abandon until she screamed, was matched only by the desire to make slow and tender love to her all night long whileshe gasped and moaned his name. Sometimes even he didn’t know which would win until they were in the midst of it.

He dropped to his knees, hands on her hips as he licked the soft flesh of her belly, before going lower. Kisses trailed down to the dark thatch of hair between her legs, and he dipped the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips to taste her arousal.

The groan that ripped from him was unintentional, but heartfelt. “Spread your legs, sweet girl.” She shuffled her feet apart, wobbly on the heels, but he held her and kept her safe until she had her balance.

Her hands settled on his shoulders, gripping them as he buried his face in her pussy and drew a long lick up from her entrance, ending with a flourish to swirl his tongue around her clit. The quavering moan it drew from her was low and throaty. His cock jumped in response.

Rick was still fully dressed, but he reached down with one hand to open the front of his trousers, letting the hard erection spring free, so he could be more comfortable as he worked on her. She had to have been simmering in excitement all night, because it didn’t take much to bring her close to the edge.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to stay on her feet, wobbling as she canted her hips forward to grind herself against his mouth. Each slow lick drove her crazy and she began to beg in high keening cries.

He tortured her a bit more, teasing at that slow pace as he felt her soaking his face with the river pouring from her soaked pussy. But when her legs began to shake, he took pity on her. He had to hold her as his tongue swirled through her swollen folds with quick laps that didn’t bring nearly enough pressure… at first.

Gradually he began to focus more and more on her clit, until her breathing grew ragged and her fingernails bit into his skin. Then he finally closed his mouth around it, letting her have atouch of teeth and pressure, before he began to suck the hard little nub.

“Oh fuck, Daddy…oh please… oh please… I—”

Her body shuddered and jerked, but he didn’t stop the slow pressure or the way his tongue stroked the nerves at the base of her clit with every gentle suck. He coaxed another orgasm from her and the sounds she made nearly drove him over the edge.

If she hadn’t been shaking so hard, he might have kept going, but it was hard to keep her on her feet while he concentrated. After he felt the third shattering orgasm roll through her, he pulled back, holding her steady as he looked up at her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sugarbear.”

She let out a panting laugh. One of her hands slid up to curl in his hair. “And to think… all I got you was a paddle.”

“I plan to enjoy the paddle quite a lot, but I’m sure you can think of other things to give me.” He chuckled as he stood, ignoring the way his knees complained. There was an awkward moment as he had to kick off his pants, so he didn’t trip over them. There was no way he was going to be able to wrestle his aching cock back inside the tight front.

The boxers weren’t a problem. They were loose enough and needed no help staying up once he’d tucked himself back inside. That taken care of, he lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the bed with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her ass bumped and rubbed his bulge, while he gritted his teeth with every step.

If it had been a longer walk, they wouldn’t have made it.

Her shoes were a much-needed distraction. The heels pressed into his back, and the cool leather drew his attention as the only part of his body that wasn’t burning red hot. It gave him something to focus on.

When he reached the bed, he had to coax her into releasing her grip on him, before he could finally settle her down on thethick comforters. She sprawled there wantonly, legs parted and arranged just so.

He didn’t take his eyes off her as his fingers moved down the front of his shirt, and began to unbutton it with slow, deliberate movements. Rick would normally have hung it up, or dropped it right in the laundry, but tonight he just shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.

He reached for the waistband of his underwear and then hesitated. His cock ached to be buried in her heat. If the boxers came off… there was no way he’d be able to hold back, but he knew she’d be disappointed if he didn’t use the paddle on her at least a little bit.

It was on the floor. He’d dropped it when he’d gotten… busy, and he retrieved it now. Her eyes widened and fixed as he lifted it up to show her. “We can’t forget this, now, can we?”

“Daddy, it’s not that I don’t want to try it out.” She paused, running her tongue over her bottom lip in a gesture that seemed more nervous than sexy. “It’s just that I’m still a little sensitive still. Maybe we could wait a bit until…”

Of course. She wanted to wait until her nerves had calmed down, and there was a new buffer of arousal to cushion the spanking. It wouldn’t hurt nearly as much then.

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