He pounded into me, giving me what I wanted. Hard and fast, and the angle was perfect. His weight on me was perfect. It was all perfect. The rhythm remained steady, and it sparked my arousal even higher. I was close to the edge, but I wanted it to last.
“Oh, Daddy.” I gripped the back of his neck and pulled myself up to kiss him again. He allowed it, but then removed my hands and placed them over my head. He gripped both wrists with one hand, while reaching between us.
“Daddy’s not going to last long, baby.” He rubbed my clit. “I need you to come. Can you do that for me?”
I pouted. Patrick, as promised, kissed it off my lips. “Don’t worry, little girl.” He grinned. “We will be all mushy and draw it out next time.” He chuckled. His booming voice bounced off the walls in this small room. My mind was suddenly distracted.
Did the door have a lock on it? Would Patrick stop if someone walked in on us? Would the mushy version of this act, in a bed, with candles and romance, be this good? This hot? What iflife with Patrick wasn’t always as good? What if it were boring? What if he didn’t give me my job back? What if I couldn’t do my job and be his little?
“Kylie Stands.” Patrick grumbled; he was in a state of confusion and ecstasy. It made his eyes dark and sparkly at the same time.
“Yes, Daddy.” He’s stilled inside of me, his cock hot and throbbing. He released my wrists. My hand remained behind my head.
“Where did your mind go?”
Well, I couldn’t tell him that.
“I’m close, Daddy.” I rocked my hips, and he stilled me with a hand on my pelvic bone.
“Not what I asked, little girl.” He pressed into me, pushing my knees wide. He lay himself down. Caging me in, surrounding me, covering me, insulating me in a Daddy cocoon. “Answer me, baby.”
“Nonsense.” I tried to lift, move, but I couldn’t. Trapped, left with no choice but to answer him. “I was thinking, what if we aren’t good at real life? What if you get bored with me? You are a problem solver at heart, and once you’ve solved me, what else is there to do?”
Patrick stood up and pulled me up with him. His cock fell out of me and I missed it. Did I spoil the mood? But just as quickly he turned me around and gripped the back of my neck, and bent me over the bench. He pushed my skirt out of the way and landed three smacks on my ass.
“Oh, Daddy.” Then he shoved himself into me, the fullness returned making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Smack. Smack.
Two more landed without warming.
“It seems my little girl has trouble concentrating.” He slammed into me, causing my thighs to grind against the table.“Maybe the sting of a spanking will remind her what she means to her daddy.”
Smack. Smack.
Each time his hand landed, it jolted me off his cock and then he slammed back into me. Owning me. I had no time to think, only feel. That spark in my belly ignited into something more, something all-consuming. Patrick stopped using his hands, but his pelvis smacked against my ass, the sound in the small room deafening with the sound of flesh on flesh.
“Please, Daddy,” I breathed out.
“Now that I have your attention, are you going to come for me?” His mouth was close to my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried out. The dam was close to breaking. Patrick slammed and ground himself into me; it was so dirty andsosexy.
“Come now, Kylie,” he growled.
“Yes, Dadd—” My voice disappeared as the wave crashed and the orgasm took me to another dimension. The only thing penetrating that world was feeling Patrick's cock pulling and exploding in the condom inside of me. He stilled, then settled his body against me, trapping me beneath him. Like he had when I came out of subspace. In his arms, safe and warm.
All doubts left my brain. If this was as good as it got, I could die happy, but I was also a selfish little girl and I was going to be with my daddy forever.
The restof the night was a bit of a whirlwind. The small room we were in had a sink, and Daddy did his best to clean us both up. While during sex, I was a big girl, thinking big thoughts.The care he took in wiping me down and dressing me back up brought me right back down to little space.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I gripped his hand as we walked out of the room and into the main event. Rayna and Tinley were across the room. They would see it on my face and know what Patrick and I had done. I wasn’t sure if the spanking or the sex was more embarrassing. Maybe both, or neither.
I didn’t know. I wasn’t thinking straight at the moment. Patrick had rattled my brain. I could still feel the sting on my ass. I would feel the effects of that spanking for a week.
I could still feel him inside me. The feeling of that would stay with me forever.
The yellow brick road started as soon as we stepped inside. Spiraling around the room. Several stations lined the path. Some games were quick and easy, others a little harder, but daddies could help on those. I collected my tokens and met up with the group on the other side.
