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“How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t like Pop Top?”
God, she was going to keep saying it, wasn’t she? Brian shook his head, a rueful smile curving his lips, as he brought his hand down on her ass again. Rae yelped, wriggling in place as her cheeks jiggled from the impact. In her current position, he could see that her pussy was already wet and glistening, ready for his cock… but he was going to make both of them wait.
“Do you want to call me Pop Top?” he asked, just to see what she would say.
Silence.
Yeah, that’s what he thought.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, spanking her in earnest now, darkening her cheeks with every crisp swat. Rae moaned, dropping her head down and lifting her ass up to receive the spanking. With the corset still on, hugging up her upper body, all the focus was on her ass and pussy… He teased around the latter, letting his palm and fingers strike right next to that tender spot without actually connecting.
Moving his hand up and down her ass, he covered the entirety of her bottom, from the rounded top down to her sensitive thighs. She cried out, the wood creaking as she rocked on it, gripping it tightly, pressing the front of her mound against the supportive leather.
“No cumming until Daddy says you can,” he murmured, pausing between swats to make sure she could hear him.
She moaned in response, and he grinned.
Was it unusual for her not to call him Daddy but for him to say it? Sure, but it worked for them. Every kinky couple was different in how they operated, and all of it was valid as long as they were both getting their needs met. And not having to hold himself back from calling himself Daddy while they were scening was apparently all he really needed.
And when he said it, it sounded right.
Even Rae liked hearing him say it.
“I don’t think I like that rule,” she muttered, squirming back against his hand as it came down again. She moaned. He chuckled and rubbed his hand against the sensitive skin of her ass, as though he was rubbing the swat in.
“But you’re going to follow it, aren’t you?”
“What if I can’t help myself?” she asked, lifting her head to look over her shoulder at him. She fluttered her eyelashes, her gaze filled with false innocence.
Brats. Always having to push the envelope.
“Then you’ll spend the evening tied to the hotel bed with a vibrating wand pressed against your clit, so we can see how many orgasms I can force out of you,” he said amicably.
The expression of horror that his suggestion was met with was a good indicator that she was not into forced orgasms as a punishment. She immediately dropped her head back down like any good brat when met with a line she didn’t actually want to cross.
“I was just asking.”
He laughed again, caressing her ass and giving it a rough squeeze before lifting his hand again.
“Be a good girl, Sunshine, and you’ll get your orgasm soon enough.”
Rae
Did her pussy clench when Brian called himself ‘Daddy’?
Yes, yes, it did.
Did it make her want to try calling him Daddy again?
Nope. Not even a little.
She didn’t know why this dynamic seemed to work for both of them, but she was glad it did. The relief pouring through her was nearly as strong as the pleasure growing inside her with every slap of Brian’s palm against her ass. It stung in the best way, the heat rippling through her, warming her insides and fueling her desire.
Was he spanking the sass out of her? Maybe a little. It was hard to feel sassy when she felt this good, especially with the threat of the vibrator hanging over her head. She didn’t want a vibrator. She wanted him… above her, inside her. She wanted the connection again.
She’d missed him so much, even though they’d only been ‘together’ for less than a week. Even though they hadn’t been apart all that long after getting home.
With every slap of his hand against her ass, she wanted him more.
