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“You should go,” I whisper thickly, not meaning it, even if it’s true. “The mood I’m in tonight, I could hurt you.”
Her eyes widen, and a flash of something I don’t recognize crosses her face, but disappears just as quickly. “I could be down for that… as long as you promise to kiss it better after.”
Fuck me.
I release the nipple I’ve been holding, letting the blood rush back. She swallows a whimper and I lean down farther, flicking my tongue across the swollen, punished bud. Too slow, I decide and gather a fistful of her hair, yanking her to my mouth. After a hard, wet plundering of her lips, I push her to her knees.
Her big blues are wide and hungry as I rip the button and zipper open on my favorite jeans. Shoving them, and my boxers, to the floor, my cock springs free and she reaches for it. Though I ache for her touch, I shake my head. “Not so fast, little girl. Daddy didn’t give you permission, did he?”
She ignores me, wrapping my length between both of her hands. Her skin is soft, her touch explosive. But this won’t do.
I pull her to her feet, with my fist still wrapped in her hair and growl. “It seems like you’ve forgotten how to follow directions, little girl.”
“Oops.” She giggles, and I know she’s not sorry at all. This is exactly what she wanted. Daddy’s dirty little bad girl loves to be put in her place.
Her cheeks part as I bend her over the edge of the bed, shoving her head into the mattress. I get just a glimpse of her tight back hole, and my cock screams to be buried in her, stretching her, punishing her before I pleasure her.
“You like being bad, don’t you?” It's a rhetorical question and I don’t wait for her to answer before whipping my hand swifty across the center of both of her alabaster globes. I’m mesmerized for a moment, watching the skin pinken up.
“Oh!” she hisses, reaching back to touch the burning spot. “That hurts so good, Daddy.”
My inner sadist takes the lead and I smack her hand away, giving her another crisp spank. This one harder, my intention to elicit cries of pain from her sweet lips before I stop. Confident I’ll get them.
I pepper her bottom with a series of harsher swats, watching the skin further pinken. But it isn’t until I increase the speed of my spanks that her pleasure moans turn to soft whimpers of pain, but even those aren’t enough for me. I want tears. I want my mark on her skin to last long enough that she’ll still feel me when I send her home.
“Do you know what a safeword is, princess?” I ask, reaching down to pull the belt from the loops of my discarded jeans.
Her lip clasped between her teeth, she bobs her head up and down, eagerly.
“Good. Yours is charming.”
I fold the leather belt in half, holding the buckle end in my fist, and swish it through the air, a few times, reacclimating myself to the feel. It’s been over two years since I whipped a naughty bottom with my belt and my stomach tenses with the rush of excitement that wells up inside me. I don’t even know if she’s kinky. We haven’t had a conversation about it. All I know is I keep treating her like a sub I met at a club, and she never protests.
“Repeat your safeword,” I demand tersely.
“Charming.”
“Good girl,” I coo, petting her head. She leans into my touch and my heart does a flip-flop in my chest.
“Naughty girls get their bottoms punished with Daddy’s belt, yeah?” I don’t wait for her affirmation. “A burning ass should remind you to keep your hands to yourself, hm?” I try to make my tone menacing, but it’s laced with far too much arousal to pull it off.
Pulling my arm back, I adjust my aim, and let the leather fly through the air toward its target. The snap and yelp are intensely satisfying and my cock jumps, hitting the flat of my abdomen.
An angry red stripe rises up on her delicate pink skin, and Elle’s back arches in pain, as her yelp turns to a whine.
Remembering my parents in the next room, I chastise, “Hush, or I’ll stuff your panties in your mouth. That what you want?”
I step to the side of the bed so our eyes meet mine. Hers widen, and she shakes her head emphatically.
“Then take it like a good girl.”
She nods and I see the first tear.
“Safeword?”
“Charming,” she chokes out, and I nod.
Back in position, I let the belt fly again. A beautiful welt of red swells just above the last and my princess bites down on the pillow. A choking sob comes out as I run gentle fingers across the raised skin. The feel of it intrigues me. There’s room for a few more marks, without overlapping.
