Page 12 of Big Billionaire

I moan as my pussy responds to his words by contracting, gushing more of that liquid heat. I feel so vulnerable lying over his lap with my bare bottom in the air and my legs tied together by my own panties around my knees.

Slowly, I obey, opening my legs as much as my panties allow. Cool air fans my skin, and I wonder if Damien can see how wet I am.

He shifts positions, and when I feel a hot breeze between my legs, I realize he’s blowing on my wet center. My entire body jerks, and I squeeze my eyes shut as every nerve in my body seems to spark to life.

“I’m going to touch that sweet pussy of yours,” Damien says, his voice rough and gravelly. “But first, I need to finish punishing your ass.” He shifts positions again, and the next thing I knew, he’s threading his fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck and locking it in a gentle fist. He tugs my head up and tilts it slightly so he can look into my eyes. “What happens to naughty girls?”

The serious voice sends a chill down my spine. If it wasn’t for the slight twinkle in his eyes, I might faint with fear.

“Well?” he prompts, tightening his grip on my hair and giving it a tug. “What happens to naughty little girls?”

“They get spanked?” I answer.

“That’s right,” he says, releasing my hair. Then he pushes my head down so my nose makes contact with his thigh. “They get spanked long and hard over Daddy’s knee. You hold on to my leg tight, young lady, while I paint your bare bottom eight shades of red.”

I obey, wrapping both hands around his muscular calf.

Damn, he sounds so terrifying in his daddy role. I love it.

His hand comes down hard on my skin.Smack!

I gasp in shock. I would have jumped off his lap if he wasn’t pinning me in place. It hurts a little, but mostly I’m surprised at the sudden jolt of heat that goes right to my pussy. I’m practically dripping already.

And I know it’s only the beginning.

A few seconds later, his hand strikes again, this time on the opposite cheek.Smack!

I grind my teeth, so stunned by the force of the spanking that I can’t even make a sound. The moment I gasp my first desperate breath, another hand lands on my behind.Smack!

He rubs his hand over the burn on my ass, chuckling as I squirm in his hold. “How does that feel, baby girl? Is your spanking everything you dreamed it would be?”

I’m breathing hard, still reeling from the pain, and can only manage to say, “Please…”

“Please what? Shall I stop?” Damien asks.

“No!” I whine. That’s the last thing I want. I want his hand on me forever, giving me pain, giving me pleasure, giving me everything.

I can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “As you wish.”

His hand comes down sharply.Smack!

And then another. And another.

My ass feels like it’s on fire after less than a minute. I grip his pant leg, holding on for dear life as his hand rains down swat after fiery swat. The sharp sting merges with a deeper, bruising ache of pleasure that brings tears to my eyes. I cry out, helpless against the mix of pain and pleasure.

The pain of the spanking has chased away any remnant of embarrassment. My legs flail wildly, no doubt giving Damien an eyeful of my not-so-private parts. My panties have slid down to my ankles, and I don’t care one bit. It’s as if all of my senses are focused completely on my exposed bottom and my soaking wet pussy.

Despite the pain, I find myself anticipating each hard swat, how each one drives my body hard against Damien’s thigh and sends a jolt of arousal to my clit. My back arches, causing my bottom to jut out further, practically begging for more swats.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Damien murmurs, his hand coming down hard again. “I wish you could see how hot you look right now, firefly. Your body is so taut and needy and wet. Your ass is cherry red and hot to the touch.”

I don’t understand how something so painful can also feel so pleasurable, nor do I care to analyze it in the moment. I can barely think straight. All I can do is concentrate on the heat between my legs, the arousal coiling in my lower belly, and the proof of his aroused cock hard against my side.

He wants me. Just the thought makes me more aroused.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I want him inside of me, filling this aching gap he seems to have created.

“Please, Daddy…” I murmur, unconsciously spreading my legs wider. I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I hope he obliges.