by Madison Faye
“Oh, no?” He stops moving, and we stare at each other. He lowers his voice and smiles, that dirty smirk. “How do you want me, then?”
A beat. “What I want,” I say, stepping closer, heart in my throat. “What I really want? Is to know what you meant, back at the shop. If I was yours?”
“Ah.” He nods, but doesn’t continue.
The light hums, and for a few seconds, that’s the only sound, apart from the beat of my heart.
“You sure?” He looks at me. “Because it might be a little rougher than what you want.”
“I like it rough.”
The words are out, and the air changes between us. Now there’s a tension, a spark, something dark and sexy.
“Oh, do you?” He’s not skeptical, not exactly, but he’s challenging me with his gaze. “Tell me, then.”
“I like a harder touch.” I raise my brows. “Not too hard, and you stop if I tell you to. But I’m not all about soft and tender all the time.”
“Maybe that’s just what I like, too.” His voice, rough and low, makes my nipples peak. “And you only need to tell me, and I’ll start, stop, do whatever the fuck you like. Kiera.”
“So tell me, then.” I issue a challenge in my tone. “What would you do, Zach?”
“If you were mine, I’d strip you down and spank your ass pink for neglecting your personal safety,” he murmurs, and damned if it doesn’t sound more like a reward than a punishment, the words dropping from his lips like sex and caramel. “And then you’d apologize to Daddy for your misdeeds, and you’d get a good hard ass-fucking before I let you come.” He taps my cheek. “And that’s if you were allowed to come. Only good girls get orgasms, Kiera. And today? You’ve been very, very bad.” He raises an eyebrow.
I suck in my breath. “Daddy?” My entire body tingles.
“That’s right. You’re gonna call me Daddy, baby girl. And you’re gonna do as you’re told. And when you’re good, Daddy’s going to reward you nicely.”
He runs a finger down my arm.
I shiver in anticipation. “And if I’m bad?”
He smiles, and it’s a dark, dangerous grin. “Then Daddy’s going to punish you, baby. Good and hard, so you learn a lesson about obedience. Are we clear?”
What’s clear is that I’m fucking burning up for this man right now.
“I’ve never had a daddy before.” My voice is low and sultry.
“Good thing for you that I’m experienced.” He smiles. “I know just how to treat you to keep you happy, Kiera.”
There’s a pause, heavy with anticipation, while we stare at each other. His eyes are bright and clear, a gorgeous brown, with flecks of green. My lips are hungry for his, and it’s a painful pleasure to stand here, staring at his mouth, dying to know how he tastes, feels, kisses. How he fucks.
“You up for it?” He smiles at me, and I combust. “Just say the words, baby.”
I swallow, mesmerized. “Yes. I want it.”
“I want it, Daddy,” he corrects, putting his hand on my cheek, the gesture both firm and gentle. “And tell me, please.”
I don’t hesitate, although my stomach flutters with butterflies. “I want it, Daddy. Please.”
“Very well.” He adds a second hand, so he’s cupping my face. “You know you need to be punished, baby doll.”
“I do?” I don’t even care what he’s saying, as long as I get to keep hearing that voice, gravel and honey. The sound of a good fuck in every intonation. As long as he keeps looking at me with that dirty smirk, the one that promises me the world.
“Oh, yeah.” He puts his hands on my ass and pulls me closer. “Definitely. Or else how will you learn to take care of your car?”
“Hmmmm… I guess I just don’t know.”
“I guess you’re about to find out.” He pulls me a little closer, running his hands over my ass, then up my back and around my shoulders. When he leans in to kiss my neck, his faded cologne wafts over to my nose and the scent makes me quiver. I always get weak from the scent of a man—cologne and his own essence do it for me, every time.
“I hope so.” My eyelids flutter shut and I moan as his lips trace a path down my neck, nibbling. When he nips at my skin, I suck in my breath. “Mmmm.”
“You like that?” he whispers, and when I lean into him, softening, pressing my answer into his chest with my breasts, he does it again.
I wrap my arms around his waist and touch his ass through his jeans, stick my hands into his back pockets for a second to press his hard muscles.
“I think you like this,” he murmurs, palming my breast through my shirt and finding the nipple. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” My voice is breathy. I’m floating. I part my thighs, standing against him, feeling a need in my core, and push my body into his palm.
He chuckles. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. But Daddy’s going to punish you before giving you more pleasure.” He bites my neck harder this time, and I gasp, the mix of pain and delight sending new arousal through my body.
“What are you going to do?” I tease him.
“Why don’t you take a guess?” He raises an eyebrow and touches his belt. “Naughty girls get spanked, Kiera. Really bad girls get the belt.” He waits a beat. “Have you been really, really bad?”
I suck in my breath. “Yeah, I was. I was so bad.”
His eyes glitter and a muscle jerks in his neck. He crosses his arms and regards me. Although he’s still, I see the tension in his body, the way he’s poised to strike. A tiger, stalking prey.
“Why don’t I take off some clothes, Daddy,” I emphasize the word, as I start to undo the top button of my blouse, “and you decide how to punish me.”
I flip another button and touch my chest, moving the silky fabric with my palm, showing him the swell of my breast. “Because I’m your disobedient baby girl, and I’ll be so good for my punishment, I promise. Even if it stings my ass and makes me cry out for leniency.”
“Oh, you will, is that right?” His voice is a growl, pure sex. I see his chest rise and fall.
“Mmm hmmm.” I slip the top off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind me, a fluttering wisp. “That’s right.”
“Maybe you’ll regret saying that.” He takes off his shirt in an easy movement, only breaking eye contact as the fabric slides over his head. His muscles gleam in the low light. Fuck, but he’s gorgeous.
“Make me.” I stick up my chin.
“Take off the bra.” He tilts his head at me. “Now.”
“Right now?” I smile and run my hands over my breasts, stopping to tease my nipples. “You sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure,” he says, and his whole stance changes, gets more dominant. “You keep teasing, you’re getting extra spanks, baby girl. That what you want? Unless you tell me red, which makes me stop.”
I reach back to unsnap the bra. “What if that’s exactly what I want?”
“Then you’ve got the right man,” he murmurs. “Now the jeans, but leave the panties. I’m going to spank you first through them, and I’m only gonna take them off when you’re pink and begging me to stop.”
I suck in a breath, the very idea making me dizzy with need. “What if I beg so nicely that you can’t resist, though?” I shimmy out of my pants and kick them aside.
“I have iron willpower,” he murmurs. “Come here and take off my belt so I can use it to whip you, baby.”
Why that makes me moan with arousal, I can’t say. Am I depraved? If I am, so is he. And if I am, depravity agrees with me, because I’ve never felt more vital. More powerful. More sexy.
I walk up to him, swaying my hips. “Maybe I’m already wet,” I say, reaching out and stroking the metal buckle with my index finger.
“You better be,” he says with a smirk. “If you’re not, you definitely need punishment. Teach you to respond faster, baby. Take it off.” He nods down at his waist.
My fingers tremble with eager anticipation, and I fumble with the buckle before getting
it undone. As I pull the belt through the loops, he puts both hands into my hair. “Sometimes bad girls also have to get on their knees for their penance, you know.” He winds his fingers deeper into my hair, then holds me in place, looking into my eyes. “You gonna get down on your knees and suck me if I ask you, Kiera? Let me fuck your mouth, baby, and come down your pretty throat?”
He tightens his grip, and uses his hands to tug me a little closer. He presses his lips to mine, then pulls back until he’s talking against my mouth, voice low. “You gonna open wide for Daddy when I tell you, and swallow it all unless you want another whipping?”
My pussy clenches with need. “Yeah,” I half murmur, half moan, flicking my tongue out to meet his. “Fuck, I’ll do that for you, Daddy. Anytime you ask.” I squeeze the belt in both hands, the leather warm from his body.
“Oh, that’s good to know,” he says, and I feel his smile against my lips. “Because I’m going to ask often.”
“Mmm,” I agree, closing my eyes and melting into his kiss. I hold the belt with one hand and wrap my other one around him, trying to get closer, and he obliges, stepping in. He’s skillful with his tongue, playing with mine, teasing, stroking, and soon enough I’m in a trance, consumed with his taste, his feel, his scent.
“Time for the bed,” he murmurs.
“That sounds perfect to me.” I press my hand against his cock. He’s so hard through his jeans, long and thick, and I trace his outline with my fingertips and then press, rubbing against the fabric.
He groans. “God, that feels good.” He pushes his hips forward and I smile, squeeze my palm against him, enjoying his response.
“It’s going to feel better soon,” I promise, and I think that I want his cock in my hand, my mouth, my body as badly as he does. Fuck, I want him already.
“I’m gonna sit down,” he tells me. “You’re going to lie across my lap, ass up, and ask your daddy to spank you good and hard. You’re gonna earn your fuck, baby, by accepting your punishment.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, my voice raw with desire. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel his hand on my ass. I want the sudden shock of pain, and the warmth that turns to pleasure. I want to hear the crack of skin on skin, and both of our breathing, labored, eager.
He sits down and slaps both hands onto his jean-clad thighs, legs a little spread, bulge evident between them. I lick my lips and saunter over. “You sure you don’t want my panties off, Daddy?” I run my hand down, and throw my head back in mock passion that’s not really all that fake. “I’m so wet for you. Wanna see? Taste?”
“Oh, baby girl, I’m going to have my mouth all over that pussy,” he promises, “and you’re going to get twice as wet. But for now, I want you over my legs, ready for your spanking.”
Chapter Four
I climb up onto the bed and crawl over his lap, positioning myself so my belly is over his legs. I wiggle, feeling how hard he is. “Like this, Daddy?”
“Just like that, yeah.” He lays a hand across both buttocks and rubs. “Good girl. I like how you listen.”
“See, I can be very good when I try,” I offer, bumping my hips up into his palm. “I’m so, so good right now.”
“That you are,” he says, and chuckles. “Let’s see how well you listen when this ass starts to sting, hmmm?”
I suck in my breath, anticipating the first spank, but he strokes again, down my thighs. “Spread a little,” he orders.
I shift my thighs wide and moan when his fingers find me, stray under the fabric of my panties and delve into my core. “God, that feels good.”
“Jesus, you are wet.” His voice is full of amazement and gritty with need. “Fuck.”
“Please.” I shift my hips, trying to rub my clit against his fingers.
He notices. “Bad girl. You take what you’re given, is that clear? If I want you to wait, you wait.”
And then the spank comes, a hard, beautiful crack right across both cheeks.
I cry out, a mix of pain and delight, and he does it again. “You like that, baby girl? You like a little spanking, is that right?”
“Yes…” I moan. More, fuck, more. Yes.
He spanks again, alternates cheeks, and rubs in between. “Your skin is so goddamn soft, Kiera. And you turn pink right away. I fucking love it.”
I hiss as he spanks harder. He grabs my hips and holds me in place for a second, both hands, before letting go with one, leaving the other as an anchor. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby girl. We’re just getting started, and I’m going to have you dancing over my lap before your pussy gets any more attention.”
“Ow…” I whisper, and then yelp it out when he lands a flurry of spanks all over the base of my thighs. “Ow!”
He laughs, but pauses to rub. “Stings, does it?” His hands are soothing and within seconds, the fierce burn turns to a sexy tingle.
“Yeah…” I breathe. “A lot.” But I make no move to pull away. “It hurts.”
“But I think you need it to hurt,” he whispers, bending down and running his hands over my curves. “You like a little punishment with your pleasure, don’t you, baby girl? You don’t come hard unless you’re given a good work-up first.”
I can only moan in reply, but I push my hips up, wordless, asking with my body for what I need. What I crave.
He obliges, spanking harder now, and more deliberately, over and over until I do start to twist on his lap to get away from the sharp slaps. “Ouch, Daddy, ouch.”
“Oh, there we go,” he murmurs, not letting up for a second. “That’s it. Now that it stings, baby girl. This is when the spanking really starts. The rest was warmup. Play.”
“Fuck…” I curse, clenching my thighs. “Daddy, ow.”
“Lie still,” he snaps. “Don’t tighten your muscles. Open for me, baby. Stay open. Why am I spanking you?”
He slaps hard at the base of my thighs, and the pain blossoms into a fierce red blur behind my eyes before softening into a desire, a growing need that feeds the ache between my thighs.
“Ow.” I gasp and suck in air. “I didn’t take care of my car.”
Slap. His hand is hard, like a paddle, like leather, like the belt. The belt. I almost come just thinking about it, my clit so swollen with need that the mere pressure of my thighs, the rubbing against his body, might be enough to send me off.
“That’s right. What will you do differently next time?” He tugs my panties so they’re pulling at my ass crack and slaps me again, again, again.
“Ow! Fuck.” I breathe hard, twist, kick up my heels. “Shit. I’ll get regular maintenance. I’ll take it in when the check engine light comes on. I’ll keep my phone… fuck! …charged. Shit, ouch.”
But even now that the pain bites me, bee stings, fire, I don’t want him to stop. I need this. And anyway, he doesn’t seem close to being done.
“Yeah. That’s right,” he agrees. “And why is that?”
“Because I want to be safe, Daddy.” I’m breathless across his lap, panting, pulling away and pushing into him in turn.
“That’s right. Your daddy can’t be there to protect you all the time, so you’re gonna have to fucking do it, baby girl. You need to take care of yourself for both of us, is that clear? And if I have to spank you red to remind you, I’ll do it every day.”
I don’t know what I want, but he’s deciding for me. He spanks me again and again until my body is a crazy whirl of sensations and I’m flying into it, directly into the storm. It’s too much, it’s not even close to enough, and I’m right where I need to be. All of my stress from the move, the new job, the anxiety of leaving friends behind—he’s spanking it all out of me. And I want him to keep fucking going.
When he stops, I have tears on my cheeks, although it’s not from pain. It’s been a long time since my emotions were this raw, and I think the pent-up feelings are coming out, drop by salty drop, squeezed from my soul by his rough touch. Still, my ass is definitely sore, and I whimper when he tugs me upright and gently arranges me on
his lap, sitting up.
When I lean my head into his chest, he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head, his lips lost in my hair, which is wild and sweaty around my face. “Good girl,” he murmurs.
I make an incoherent sound and press my cheek to his chest, flying with endorphins, rubbing my tears into his skin, my sweat into his muscles. I’ve never felt closer to another person, and it’s like we’re meeting inside. In a way I never get to connect on a normal basis.
“You learned a lesson?” he whispers into my ear.
“I don’t know.” I do, but it’s hard to explain.
He strokes my thighs and I wiggle, my ass on fire. He chuckles. “Nope, let it sting, baby. Ride the pain. Let it take you where you need to go.” But he loosens his grip, as if allowing me to choose what I want, and reaches down to run his fingers along the edge of my lower thighs, where my skin meets his, as if offering to soothe me, should I want it.
In fact, I do lift up one ass cheek, and he slides his hand beneath, cupping me, fingers soft on my hot skin. “You know you still need the belt,” he whispers, biting my ear.
“Oh, but I’ve already been punished so hard.” Sweat has beaded up on my brow line, and now that I’m catching my breath, it cools. I feel wet all over, not just between the thighs.
“You’re not getting out of it,” he threatens, his voice low, a growl. “Ten, and you’re going to count each one, baby girl, and thank Daddy for each red stripe. Is that clear?”
Butterflies surge in my stomach and I get that tingly feeling, that spark of arousal that suffuses my body and makes me weak with desire. “Yes, Daddy.” I swallow hard.
“Good girl.” He runs his hands over my breasts and pinches the nipples gently, making me yelp. “It’s going to hurt so good, baby, and after you accept the belt, I’ll give you what you’re waiting for.”
“Yes, please. God, your fingers are so good.” The way he’s pinching softly, then squeezing, is just what gets me hot. “Fuck.”
“You like sitting on me, your ass all hot and red, while I play with your tits? Is that right?”
He bites my neck and flicks his fingertips across both nipples.