by Lena Gordon
The sting of the slap radiated across my ass cheek, right to the core of me and between my legs.
Fuck.
It made me wet.
I didn’t have time to recover from the first smack before another one landed on the same spot.
Shit. That one was harder, or maybe it was because my skin was already heated. Either way, it was even more intense than the first.
Then another.
And then another. All on the same cheek until my clit was throbbing in need.
Daddy didn’t say a word while he delivered the first four spanks. When he was done, his hand rubbed over my red hot ass and he finally spoke.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, Abigail?”
I nodded, momentarily unable to speak, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough for him, so I found the words. “Yes, Daddy. I forgot the rules.”
“That’s right.” He was pleased. “And I can’t have you forgetting the rules, can I?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Right. So I’m going to have to punish you until you remember. Is that okay?”
I hesitated, but the heat on my ass, and the pulsing need in my clit, was all the answer I needed. I had never been so turned on in my life. I wiggled my ass in the air like the little whore I was and answered, “Yes, Daddy. It’s more than okay.”
10
Phillip
Fuck, she was sexy.
I wasn’t sure how she would handle the spanking, but it only took a few blows to see that not only was she going to be okay with the punishment, she was going to fucking love it. I hadn’t touched her yet, but I could smell her need. There was no doubt she was already dripping for me.
But I was nowhere near done with her.
“Now that you’re warmed up, Abigail, it’s time for your punishment.”
She wiggled her lovely firm ass again in response. Her left cheek flared pink, but her whole bottom would be red for days when I was done with her. A healthy reminder of who her daddy was, and exactly what the rules of our little game were.
“Every time I spank you, you’re going to respond, remembering the rules each time. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her face still pressed into the mattress. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s a good girl.” I rubbed small circles on her ass cheek, letting my fingers slip under the edge of the tiny silk panties a little. “Just like that, you’re going to respond and don’t forget to thank me, Abigail. I’m giving you a second chance.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
Fuck, this game we were playing was hot. She knew she could leave at any point, but she didn’t want to. And that was sexy as hell.
I couldn’t draw it out any longer. My cock was already hard and throbbing in my pants. But I was just going to have to wait, because I was serious when I told Abigail she needed to learn a little self-control. I wanted her desperate to have my hard cock inside her, begging me for it, but at the same time, she needed to remember who her daddy was.
I lifted my hand and brought my palm down hard on her perfect white ass cheek. She gasped and pressed forward into the bed from the force. It was harder than the others, but she was ready for it. She wanted it—we both did. It took a moment, but she said, “Thank you, Daddy.”
I almost lost control right then. She was fucking thanking me for spanking her. Like the sexy little whore she was. Fucking perfect.
I lifted my hand and brought it down again. “Tell me how that feels,” I ordered.
“It…it feels so good, Daddy.”
I bit back a growl and spanked her again.
She didn’t hesitate. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Does it turn you on?” I spanked her again. Both ass cheeks were glowing red now, the color bright and vibrant against her lavender panties.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes, it turns me on.”
I took a minute and squeezed each of her cheeks in turn, patting them lightly and leaving little soft taps all over them, before adjusting my aim. A little lower this time, right where her cheek and thigh met. When I delivered the blow, she squealed a little, but I could smell her arousal on the air. “Are you wet, Abigail?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet.”
Again.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Her reply came out in soft pants. I could tell she was fighting to maintain control. “Yes, Daddy. Touch me. Please.”
Not yet. I knew if I reached my hand between her legs into her hot, wet pussy, I’d be lost. And I wasn’t done yet.
I pulled her panties down, just over her cheeks, and took my time, delivering smack after smack on her delicious ass, each time demanding a response from her. She took her spanking like a champion, and when I spared a look, I could see her juices running down her legs. Finally, I couldn’t take any more and I slipped my fingers in her cleft and pulled them out, dripping with her arousal.
“I think my little girl likes her spanking,” I mused with a chuckle before spreading her wetness over her hot, pulsing ass. “Have you learned your lesson, Abigail?”
She twisted her head on the mattress and propped herself up so she could look me in the eye. “Yes, Daddy. I’ve learned my lesson. Thank you.” Her eyes sparked with barely controlled desire, and I was done restraining myself.
I took a step back and unbuckled my pants. They fell to the floor, releasing my throbbing cock. Abigail’s eyes widened at the sight. She licked her lips and grinned at me.
This girl was going to be my undoing. I smacked her ass one more time. Hard.
She turned back to the bed with a gasp and a muffled, “Thank you, Daddy.”
I felt a little bad about the last one, but I couldn’t look her in the eye. I needed to fuck her so badly I thought I might burst. But I knew if I looked her in the eye while I did it, I would be a goner. Because against all of my better judgment—well, all of my judgment, really—for the first time in my life, I was actually falling for a woman.
I needed to regain control.
Roughly, I spread her legs and grabbed her hips so I could pull her up toward me. Without warning, I entered her from behind. She made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan and wiggled against me as I thrust into her hard.
She met me thrust for thrust as I fucked her from behind. It didn’t take long before I felt the now familiar tightening of her body as she got close to climax. But I didn’t relent as her orgasm crashed through and then built again as I took her over the edge for the second time. She screamed out as her second orgasm ripped through her and it was just as she peaked that I took my own pleasure, too. I came hard inside her, my body jerking violently against her as every drop of my cum filled her.
When I was spent, I collapsed on top of her, before I rolled to the side and pulled her over with me so she was cradled in my arms on the bed. She snuggled right in, content as a kitten. She damn near purred with contentment. I stroked her hair and held her close. “Are you happy, Abigail?” I don’t know what made me ask the question, but the second it was out of my mouth, I desperately wanted an answer.
She didn’t hesitate for a second. Her voice was heavy with sleep, but she said, “Yes, Daddy. I’ve never been happier.”
Something inside my chest squeezed. But even if I could think of something to say in response, I didn’t have a chance because a moment later, I heard the soft sounds of her slumber as she fell asleep on my chest.
I should’ve moved. I should have slipped out and gone to my own room. Instead, I held her tighter, kissed her on the forehead and closed my eyes.
11
Abby
When I woke up, Daddy was gone. But I know he’d slept with me. He hadn’t left like I assumed he would, and I know that because I’d woken up at one point and the quilt had been pulled up over top of us, but I was still lying in Daddy’s arms. And fuck it felt good. It didn’t make any sense at all, but when I was with Mr. Conrad, it felt so…good. Better than any relationship I’d ever had.
Not that
what we had was a relationship.
But why couldn’t it be?
We’d only known each other a few days, and sure, we didn’t even know each other all that well, but it was different with him. It could maybe even go somewhere. Somewhere real.
And it wasn’t just the sex, although that was fucking fantastic. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was completely insatiable.
But there was more, too.
I liked his company. He was actually interested in what I was doing and the things that were important to me. Men never were interested in that stuff. At least, none of the men I’d been with. But I’d been with boys.
And Mr. Conrad was a man.
I rolled over in the oversized bed and instantly regretted it. My ass hurt. But it was a delicious kind of hurt. I reached down between the silky sheets and smoothed my hand over my cheeks. They were still hot, and they throbbed under my hand. I rubbed gentle circles and closed my eyes, remembering my spanking.
I’d been scared of what it would feel like. Terrified even. But that only added to my excitement and I knew that Daddy wouldn’t hurt me. Not in any real way. He was punishing me and I deserved it.
I wanted it.
But when that first blow had landed on my soft ass, I wasn’t prepared for the barrage of sensations that flooded through me. It stung. But it was erotic. It was humiliating but empowering. And fuck did it make me wet.
My pussy clenched, remembering how he’d delivered blow after blow on my stinging ass and how I’d thanked him after each one like the good girl that I was. I slid my fingers around to the cleft of my legs and dipped them into my now dripping pussy.
Daddy had the power to make me come even when he wasn’t around. Just thinking of the man and his fierce sexuality was enough to make me scream in pleasure.
I pinched my clit. I could do it, too. I could come right now, just thinking about him.
But I wouldn’t.
I’d wait for him. I desperately wanted to come. But only if Daddy’s cock was inside me.
With a groan, I pulled my fingers away and pushed myself out of bed, taking a moment to revel in the feeling of my body. I ached all over from the constant fucking. But it felt good. In fact, I’d never felt better. Apparently being a good little whore agreed with me.
I couldn’t argue with that.
It was late. I’d slept way past ten and that sent me into a mild panic. I only had the weekend there with Mr. Conrad, and it was already Saturday.
Only Saturday.
Fuck, so much had happened and I was completely falling for this man, and it had only been one day. It didn’t even seem possible. But it was.
I ran a shower and despite the fact that I’d wanted to hurry to spend as much time with Mr. Conrad as I could, the hot, steamy water felt so good that I probably spent a full thirty minutes in the shower, washing every inch of myself.
While I toweled off, I relived every moment I’d already spent with him. Maybe it was because the sex was so amazing, maybe it was a primal instinct, but I couldn’t deny it—I was definitely falling for the man. Love seemed like such a strange word to use considering the situation. But it was the only one I could think of.
The house was quiet when I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, but just as I would expect, Mrs. McClean was preparing something at the stove.
“Your breakfast will be ready shortly.”
“How did you know I was awake?” It was a stupid question, because I was pretty sure Mrs. McClean knew everything about everything that went on in the house. “Never mind,” I added under my breath. She handed me a cup of coffee and I immediately took a sip before asking, “Will Mr. Conrad be joining me for breakfast?”
“No.”
A surge of disappointment flashed through me.
“Where is he?”
“He was called away,” she said matter-of-factly without turning away from the stove. “He told me to inform you he would be gone for the rest of the day. You are to make yourself at home—enjoy the swimming pool, the library, the theater and anything else you would like.”
“He’s gone?”
“He was called away, yes.”
“When will he be back?”
I felt desperate, and pathetic, asking so many questions, but I didn’t care. I needed to know. Maybe if he would be back later that night, I could surprise him in his room? Maybe if I knew he would be back soon, then the unexplainable sadness that flooded through me might subside.
“Tomorrow perhaps.”
“Tomorrow?” The word came out on a sob.
“Miss Blakely, I really can’t say any more than I already have.” Her tone, more than her words, silenced me. “Your breakfast will be served to you on the patio next to the pool.”
I’d been dismissed.
I ate my breakfast alone, hardly tasting what I assumed was a delicious omelet. I should have been starving—after all, I hadn’t eaten more than a few bites at the restaurant the night before. But I couldn’t bring myself to eat much of what was put in front of me. All I could think of was where Mr. Conrad could be. Why would he have left without saying good-bye? Was it me? Had I done something wrong?
I’d been good.
Well, mostly.
And I accepted my punishment and…he’d held me. I could still remember falling asleep in his arms, with my head on his chest. I’d never been like that with another man before. I’d never been so intimate and close with anyone in that way. And there had been something intensely intimate about it. He’d stroked my hair, and I felt safe enough to close my eyes and fall asleep. That had never happened before. Not with any of the men I’d been with.
Daddy was different.
But now he was gone.
I spent the rest of the day wandering aimlessly around the estate until finally I found myself lying by the pool. It seemed like as good of a place as any to nurse what was quickly starting to feel like a broken heart, so I picked a chaise, laid down and closed my eyes in an effort to keep the tears that had been building all day at bay.
It didn’t work.
I was alone.
Daddy had left me and it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
My heart hurt.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
I didn’t try to wipe it away. No one was there to see it anyway.
12
Phillip
She was crying.
Fuck.
Why was she crying?
I knew I shouldn’t be using the internal security system to watch her. But I couldn’t help it.
When I’d woken up, with Abigail still in my arms, the soft weight of her felt so good. The smell of her filled my senses and muddied up my feelings. I knew I’d screwed up.
I couldn’t get close.
I couldn’t get attached.
I’d never before spent the night with a woman.
I’d never before pulled a woman into my arms to hold her close.
I’d never wanted to before.
Not before Abigail.
But with Abigail, it was more than simple want. It was a need. I couldn’t have turned her away if my life depended on it. The woman had some sort of intense hold on me. I wanted things with her.
I wanted the closeness with her.
And that was insane because I’d only just met her. I barely knew her. And then there was our arrangement.
But none of that mattered and that’s why I’d had to leave.
When I’d slipped away from her bed, it would have been so much easier to stay, roll her over, pull her back against me and wake her up with my dick inside her as she climaxed in my arms. Again.
Fuck, yes. That would have been easier and infinitely more satisfying than sitting in my office across town, watching her on the security cameras. But that couldn’t happen. Because despite the fact that I was an intelligent man, I was falling in love with the girl.
And the only reason Abigail was even at my house, letting me slide my cock inside her perfect, wet
pussy was because of our arrangement. And I couldn’t fall in love with that.
I needed distance.
But she wasn’t supposed to be crying.
“Dammit.” I slammed my fist on my desk. A moment later, my assistant scurried in. It didn’t matter that it was a Saturday. If I worked, she worked.
“Mr. Conrad? Is everything okay?”
Lacy was a tight little blonde, probably only twenty or so. Fresh out of school and eager to learn. She was easy on the eyes, especially when she wore those tight skirts and low-cut tops that she was so fond of. But she was also a damn good assistant.
I knew if I wanted to, I could bend her over my desk and fuck her hard and fast to relieve the aching in my pants, and she’d be grateful for the opportunity to help. But I didn’t do that. I knew better than to mix business with pleasure. Besides, it wouldn’t be pleasure. As hot as Lacy was, she wasn’t Abigail. She wasn’t my little whore.
And that’s when I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t answer Lacy, who stood next to the door, waiting. Instead, I looked back to the screen where my sexy little whore was laying out next to the pool in a tiny scrap of a bikini. Her nipples were barely covered, and my cock got harder watching her breasts heave with her deep breaths. But when Abigail rolled over on to her stomach, I thought I might come right there at my desk.
Her ass was still red from my attentions. She pressed it up in the air, even though there was no way she could know I was watching, and put her paddled ass on full display.
Fuck.
I flicked off the screen and turned to Lacy, who was still waiting. “Pull up the reports from the Anderson account. All of them.”
“All of them, Mr. Conrad? But that’s thousands of pages.”
“I’m well aware,” I snapped. “Pull them up, now.”
It was an incredible amount of work. And it was busywork. I would be able to lose myself in the numbers all day. Anything to keep my mind off the woman who I was very quickly falling in love with.