“Good girl,” he murmured as he finally released my head. I pulled back enough so that his cock was no longer in my mouth and knelt there before him, burning hot with my own arousal and my anger at him for besting me twice in a single night.
“Spread your knees. Show me just how wet you are, little girl,” he demanded.
I looked away as I did what he said. His air conditioning kicked on above me, caressing my soaked folds as soon as I opened my legs just like he wanted. I felt so aroused and needy and now I hoped that he would make me come too.
“So very wet for Daddy, little girl,” he observed, and I blushed so hard that I couldn’t meet his eyes. I chewed on my lip and waited to find out what he would make me do next.
“I should leave you this way, just like you left me so many years ago,” he mused and my flush deepened.
“Do you know what I did after you left that night, little girl?” he asked carefully. I turned back to face him, unable to stop my brow from furrowing with curiosity.
“No, Daddy,” I replied.
“I took a shower, and I stroked my cock while imagining you just like this, on your knees, naked and wet with your bottom still bright red,” he replied.
I blushed even deeper. I’d never had anyone tell me that they had thought of me in that way and it both aroused and shamed me all at once.
“Do you want to come for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. I pressed my fingers against my thighs, noticing that they were trembling impossibly hard as I knelt there before him.
“Then you will beg me for it,” he demanded.
How dare he?
My anger reared its ugly head again. I wouldn’t beg him to come, especially not when I could just reach between my own thighs and make myself with or without his help. I lifted my chin, proudly kneeling before him even though I was naked and soaked with my own arousal. I wouldn’t give in and I wasn’t going to beg for an orgasm. Not now. Not ever.
“I fulfilled my end of the bargain. You said if I swallowed every drop of your cum, you’d give me back my clothes,” I said, doing my best to sound as courageous as I possibly could.
“Is that what you really want, little girl?” he asked. His gaze never left mine as he tucked his cock away once more. I didn’t respond until he’d finished pulling up his zipper and buttoning his slacks closed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied bravely. I refused to meet his eyes.
“Wait here. I’ll go get them for you,” he said softly. He offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. His gaze searched over my face, but I gave him nothing. Then he left the room, returning a few minutes later with my clothing. He handed me everything, except for my panties. I reached for them and he shook his head.
“I’m going to keep these, little girl. I want your little pussy bare beneath that skirt when you walk out of my house, so you don’t forget just how wet Daddy made you,” he said darkly.
I refused to say anything at all, but I was sure the heat on my face said everything anyway.
CHAPTER 7
Keri
I walked out of that door with my head held high, but I could feel my heart wilting in my chest. With every step, I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. My heels clicked against the pavement, echoing in the silence as I felt his eyes on my back as I walked out his front door.
I heard the door close behind me and it almost felt like a bullet in my back. I jumped a little in shock and I felt myself crumble a little bit more as I approached my car and climbed inside. With a rattled breath, I pressed my forehead to the steering wheel and tried to quell the raging desire in the pit of my belly. As I sat down in the driver’s seat, I whimpered quietly as my bottom pressed against the firm cushion, still incredibly sore from his palm. I wanted to cry, not because my bottom was sore, but because I already regretted walking away.
He hadn’t stopped spanking me even when I’d wanted him to.
My pussy tightened with need and my nipples pebbled hard inside my lacy white bra. I was exceedingly aware of my barenessunderneath my skirt and even when I pressed my thighs together, I couldn’t help but rub them against one another.
There was a jittery sensation percolating just beneath my skin, burning so hot that I wondered if I would boil from the inside out. I could still taste his cum on my tongue and even though I wanted to hate it, I couldn’t bring myself to. My anger and pride began to fade away and the only thing left was overwhelming need that demanded an answer even though I didn’t want to give it one.
The car felt too small. His house was too close. If I didn’t leave now, I knew that I would walk right back through that door and do exactly what he asked. I knew it because I was weak.
I’d beg him to come as I rode Daddy’s cock.
Incredibly frustrated and unfathomably aroused, I dug into my purse for my keys. Once my fingers closed around them, I tossed my purse onto the passenger’s seat. My fingers fumbled as I tried to put the keys into the ignition, but after several attempts the engine finally purred to life. I gulped in one lungful of air after the next, hoping that it would cool me down, but it did nothing. If anything, my arousal simmered even hotter.
