by Fields, Sara
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked.
My pussy couldn’t have tightened any harder. His fingers trailed teasingly along my skin and my entire body trembled hard.
Would he be gentle like the Dean I remembered?
Or would he be rough like the daddy I knew he was?
I worried my bottom lip, lost in the unknown of what was to come. I found that I liked that feeling, that it was exciting and arousing. I gasped when he stood up and lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. He carried me out of the sitting room, back into the kitchen, and up a flight of stairs with virtually no effort. I hid my face in the crook of his neck, too lost in the all too consuming sensations hurtling through my body to worry about my surroundings.
There were only two things that mattered now.
Me.
And him.
I tightened my arms around his neck, and he hugged me even closer. Then he stopped and placed me down gently on an incredibly soft bed. I sucked in a breath as my scorched backside grazed against the fluffy white comforter, feeling the residual soreness from both his palm and the hard wooden spoon. I glanced up at him, suddenly self-conscious of the fact that I was naked.
He gazed down at me, reaching out and cupping my face with his hand. I sighed and pushed back against it.
“Daddy had to spank you, didn’t he?” he asked.
My pussy clenched at the word spank and I couldn’t understand why.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.
“Do you know why Daddy did that?”
I shook my head, nervously pressing my thighs together even though he already knew that I was terribly aroused from the entire ordeal.
“Daddy cares about you, little girl. He doesn’t want to see you hurt, or sad, or anything like that as a result of you hiding things from him. He cares about you enough to punish you,” he murmured, and my pussy ached so much I had trouble not reaching down to touch it.
I opened my mouth to say something in return, but nothing came out.
“Will you trust Daddy to take care of you that way from now on, little girl?” he asked gently. His voice wasn’t forceful or hard or even remotely aggressive.
This time, I found the words to answer.
“Yes, Daddy. I trust you,” I replied and this time, I wasn’t afraid to look at him. Our eyes met and I searched those soulful blue irises. He meant every word.
And so did I.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for Daddy. Show him how much you need him,” he coaxed and the inner struggle I’d had before all but evaporated away. I opened my legs and leaned back onto my elbows, embracing the way my bottom burned against the bed and how my pussy wouldn’t stop weeping with my wetness. I was sure that it had already left a wet spot on the blanket beneath me.
He reached for me, his gaze not yet on the place where I needed him the most. His fingers grazed against my inner thigh, but his eyes held mine.
He knew I was wet for him. He didn’t need to say it. He didn’t need to see it either.
“It makes Daddy very hard to see you so open and exposed for him, little girl,” he said.
I blushed hard, my thighs flexing, and I had to fight the urge to close them even though he wasn’t even looking between them yet.
His palm cupped my inner thigh and he slapped it hard enough to catch me off guard with the sting. He moved his hand to my other leg, and I had to keep myself from tensing once more as he spanked the other side.
“Daddy told you to keep your legs open, didn’t he?” he scolded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.
“Daddy wants to see how much you need his cock, little girl. Keep those legs open or Daddy will have to spank that needy little pussy bright red before he fucks it,” he warned, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning with need.
He pulled back and knelt before me, and making a show of the moment, he dropped his gaze to the place between my thighs. I swallowed heavily before a keening cry tore free from me. His lips curved up in a tiny smile before he pressed them against my inner thigh.
“So wet for me,” he observed, and my pussy clenched down hard.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Not yet, little girl. Daddy wants to hear you beg for it first,” he warned.
“Beg?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, little girl. You’re not going to be allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do come before Daddy says you can, you’ll find out what it feels like to have that naughty little clit spanked by the same wooden spoon that paddled your bare little bottom,” he continued, and I cried out with anxious arousal.
“But Daddy,” I began. He cleared his throat in warning and I closed my mouth immediately, not wanting to test his patience.
His palm drew up between my thighs, cupping me firmly before he spanked it hard. An intense blazing sting burned through my sensitive flesh immediately, taking my breath away along with it. I blinked several times, not wanting to cry but feeling like I might anyway.
I expected him to continue spanking me there, but the tenseness in his fingers faded away. Instead, he slid his fingertips up and down my sore flesh and I came to the sudden realization that the spanking between my legs had made me even more aroused.
“Lie down and place your hands behind your back, little girl. You will keep them there for Daddy. If you move them, I will have to tie you up and then I’ll have to remind you what happens to naughty girls who forget to follow Daddy’s instructions.”
I shuddered hard and licked my lips. Carefully, I arched upward and slid both hands behind my back. I folded them together and then laid down on top of them, effectively binding myself at his command.
“Good girl,” he praised, and he kissed my inner thigh. My body tensed with arousal, nervously awaiting what he would decide to do with me next.
“Daddy is going to play with this little pussy now. Remember, you are not allowed to come yet. Perhaps if you beg enough, I might just allow it,” he continued.
I moaned, arching my hips up toward him. His warm wet lips continued up my thigh with soft kisses that sent fiery bolts of pleasure cascading right to my clit. I sucked in a breath, nervously wanting his mouth on me but afraid to ask for it all the same.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He kissed the edges of my folds, edging closer and closer to the needy bud that called for him. Gently, he teased me by licking along the cusp of my entrance.
His fingers dug into my hips and he roughly pulled me forward so that I was on the edge of the bed. He gazed down at my pussy and I squirmed beneath him, hating that he could see how much I was turned on and loving it all the same.
His thumb brushed against my clit so lightly that I shivered, a tiny cry escaping me at his expert touch. I arched toward him as my nipples tightened into stiff peaks. I wanted to move my hands. I wanted to touch myself, but Daddy had told me that I needed to keep them right where they were.
I wanted to be a good girl for Daddy.
I wanted to be given permission to come for him.
His lips descended onto my clit and my back arched cleanly off the bed. He surrounded my needy bud with his mouth and sucked in, gently at first, but the feeling drove me mad with desire. I keened immediately, feeling a lightning bolt of pleasure race down straight to my core. My fingers drew together behind my back, desperately clutching at one another in an attempt to keep my need to run them through his hair at bay.
He pulled his lips away and I shuddered hard, feeling my pleasure rescind with the tiniest frisson of pain.
His own hands curled around my hips, pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t squirm or twist away from him and when his mouth finally returned to my clit, I gasped in open pleasure at the feeling of it. He suckled me gently at first, flicking his tongue back and forth and forcing me closer to the precipice of orgasm.
My cries increased in desperation as I hurtled toward the edge. My thighs started to shake, my back arched further off the bed, and just when I
thought I was going to jump off the cliff into the world of passionate bliss, he drew away again, and my desire ebbed away once again.
It was more painful this time though.
I quivered, trying to will my orgasm away and then his lips returned to torture me again.
My pussy tightened and he released one side of my hip. When his fingers grazed against my entrance I jumped, not expecting it. He circled my pussy, teasing me with just the tip of his finger before his mouth closed on my clit once more.
“Oh, please,” I begged. I hadn’t meant to say anything at all, but that hadn’t stopped the words from tumbling off my lips.
He suckled me, increasing the pressure until I was almost frantic from it.
“I’m so close. I’m going to come,” I cried and at once, his mouth pulled away from my pussy.
“You wouldn’t be a bad girl and come without permission, would you?” he asked carefully, and my thighs quivered from the tumultuous waves of unreleased desire that kept washing over me.
“No, Daddy,” I wailed.
“Good,” he murmured, and his mouth returned to torture me once again.
“Oh, please,” I pleaded again and just as I was approaching the cusp, he stopped, and the twisting edge of denial slashed through me once more.
It was more painful this time. More punishing. More inevitably arousing.
It was a double-edged sword that was as painful as it was pleasurable.
I sucked in a breath and I tried to cope with the raging sensations inside of me. I wanted to let go. I wanted to come, but more than anything I wanted to be a good girl for Daddy.
I panted with need and he teased me again with that expert mouth and those enticing lips and that incredible tongue.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged. “Please let me come for you.”
Over and over, I said those words, my voice sounding pitiful and desperate and so needy that it hurt to even hear it. I flushed with mortification at being made to beg for something so inherently shameful, but I did it anyway because I needed to.
“Please let me come, Daddy. Please give me your cock,” I pleaded.
I’d lost all semblance of dignity.
My body was on fire. I felt like I would burst into flames at any moment. My skin buzzed with sensation, unquenchable need fluttering just beneath the surface that craved release. My clit was swollen and sensitive. All I needed was a few more moments, a little bit more pressure, and I would fly apart for him.
He just had to tell me to.
A single finger slid into my entrance and I cried out. Did he want me to come? Did he want me to be a bad girl so that he could punish me? Would that make me come harder?
“Please, Daddy,” I wailed, and he set his mouth over my clit. His breath was hot and when he blew it over my clit, it was just enough to nearly send me into convulsions.
“Do you want to come for me, little girl?”
“Oh, God. Yes, please, Daddy,” I begged.
“I like it when you beg for me, my needy girl,” he murmured, and my legs were trembling so hard with my desire that it made the rest of my body shake.
His mouth descended on my clit again and I began to panic. He hadn’t given me permission to come yet and when the inevitable happened once again, my breath hitched in the back of my throat. If this went on much longer, this was going to make me cry.
Did he want that?
And why did my pussy clench so tightly at the thought of his cock hardening over my tears?
“Please. Oh, Daddy. Please let me come,” I pleaded, and my voice broke somewhere in the middle. My chest quivered from the effort to hold back an open sob. I could feel the tears brimming behind my eyes. I was going to cry.
“Come for Daddy like a good little girl. I want to hear you scream for me,” he finally commanded, and a rush of relief poured over me like rain.
I could be his good girl. He didn’t want me to be his bad girl. He’d pushed me right to the edge. He’d tested me, but in the end, he’d pushed me just far enough.
His mouth returned to my clit and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking with pure and utter joy.
He suckled harder than ever, stroking my needy clit with that tongue as my pleasure surged forth once again. There was nothing I could do to stop that orgasm even if I tried, not that I wanted to. He thrust two fingers roughly inside me and I knew it was simply a matter of time now.
Daddy had given me permission.
I was going to come hard for him. Really fucking hard.
My release broke over me with such force that I forgot my own name. I didn’t care that we were outside of Lisbon. I didn’t care about the color of the sheets or the way my arousal was leaving a wet spot beneath me. I didn’t care that my bottom was probably still bright red and almost unbearably sore from the wooden spoon. Everything came together to turn me on even more and when those fingers started to pet a place deep inside me, my mouth opened wide, and a desperate scream began to escape them.
Brilliantly exquisite ecstasy raged on inside me, hurtling up and down my sore limbs with wild intensity. I shook and my legs trembled hard, but he had me pinned and I still had my own arms behind my back. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
I wailed as my pleasure raced through me and tore me apart from the inside out. As I came, the image of my naked body over his thighs flashed before my eyes. I imagined how it felt to have his hard palm raining down on my naked backside. I relived the feeling of helplessness as I thought about the wooden spoon peppering my bare bottom, but the thing that made me come hardest of all was knowing that he cared for me enough to punish me.
My inner walls clutched greedily at his fingers. My nipples pulsed heavily, begging to be touched, but I didn’t reach for them. I didn’t have permission for that.
My core collapsed in on itself as I moaned with frantic bliss. That orgasm shattered me, but at the same time it felt as though it brought me even closer to him.
I needed this roughness. I needed Daddy to be like this with me because this was how I knew that he loved me. This was how I knew I loved him.
My orgasm raged on and on and when it finally began to ebb into more of a gentle ache rather than a thunderous storm, he pulled back and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down firmly enough so that his cock sprang free.
“You may use your hands freely now, little girl. Take them out from behind your back,” he said gently, and I slowly did as he asked. My shoulders protested at first, sore and stiff from disuse, but I rolled them several times and tentatively brushed my fingers against my nipples as I stared at his iron-hard thickness. There was nothing I could do to hide my interest. I wanted him and I wanted him badly.
I pinched my nipples hard, imagining that my fingers were his.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his massive cock.
My mouth watered at the sight of him. He was so ridiculously hard and so unbelievably thick. I clenched down hard with anticipation, wondering how much it was going to hurt and secretly wishing that it would.
I’d finally earned Daddy’s cock. Would he be gentle? Would he be as rough as I imagined Daddy would be?
He didn’t wait. He didn’t warn me of what was to come. He simply took.
I was his to do with as he pleased and that made me shake with need even though I’d come just seconds before.
I liked that.
He moved over me, and I was breathless as I waited for him to take me. When the head of his cock pressed against my slickened entrance, I tensed. I was nervous, but not scared because I knew that I was going to enjoy what came next. It had been so long since I had felt him deep inside me like this that I hadn’t realized just how much I missed being connected to him in such a primal way.
I wanted to feel as though we were one.
Slowly, his cock entered me and my mouth opened with a tiny gasp of shock.
Fuck.
I hadn’t been stretched like this in a long time. Dean had always been the largest
man I’d ever been with, but right now he felt downright monstrous. His cock felt thick enough that my pussy burned as I took him and there was a single moment where I feared that he might tear me open with his cock alone, but it passed as he roughly buried himself all the way inside me. I cried out with agonizing pleasure at the feeling.
Once he was fully seated inside my pussy, he gripped my hips and tossed me backwards on the bed with him. He quickly covered me with his massive form, surrounding me in the safety and security I felt with him close to me like this.
“This is going to hurt, little girl, but Daddy knows that you need it to,” he murmured, and my pussy tightened hard around his cock.
His mouth brushed against my ear and I shivered hard.
“Do you know how Daddy knows, little girl?”
“I’m not sure,” I whimpered, my voice trembling with every syllable.
“Daddy can feel how much that needy little pussy is clenching around his cock, little girl. He knows that you want it to hurt when he takes you. Daddy knows that his little girl needs it to hurt,” he said.
A single jolt of pleasure burst through my core and raced straight down to my clit. I could sense myself tightening around him. Now that I knew he could feel it too, my cheeks flushed with arousal.
This was filthy.
But it was perfect…
His palm circled around my throat, grasping at me with just enough firmness to make me catch my breath. He held me captive with that single hand and I panted as I waited for my fucking to truly begin.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He pulled out and thrust into me slowly, stroking his cock with the firm glove of my pussy. He groaned and I couldn’t help myself from trembling with arousal at the sound.
“Daddy’s going to enjoy this, little girl,” he mused, and I whimpered softly in both fear and excitement.
“Daddy,” I pleaded.
“This is going to hurt, sweet girl, but I think you’re going to enjoy it even more because of that,” he continued, and I couldn’t help myself from pressing up against him. The coarse hair on his chest brushed against my nipples and I shook a little bit with arousal. His mouth turned up with a knowing smirk and that made my insides clench hard with need.