“Yes,” he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart. I want to hear that again and again.”
I can’t deny, I love his reaction. He looks possessed as he stares into my eyes. The blue of his irises darkens.
“Daddy,” I say with more confidence.
“Take off that dress and get on my lap, little girl.”
Ho-ly shit. This whole visit to Salt has been filled with epiphanies about things I might like or want to try in the bedroom. Calling Tag “Daddy” wasn’t on my bingo card, but from the way he’s looking at me, and the heat building between my legs, I think I must like it. A lot.
I lift my dress up and over my head. I’m glad I decided to wear something loose so I don’t have to deal with an awkwardly-placed zipper. Now I stand before Tag in my bra and underwear.
A couple wanders past our room, peering in curiously before moving along. I would normally feel super self-conscious standing in my underwear where any strangers could walk past. But something about being here with Tag, and knowing he’s in charge, really helps.
“Beautiful.” He grabs my wrist, then my waist. The room tilts as he tugs me down so I’m lying on my stomach over his legs. “This is how I’ve dreamed about you, Janie. Lying over my knees, ass in the air, waiting for your spankings.”
I shiver against him, conscious of the hard length of his cock against my hip.
When I wiggle, he sucks in a deep breath. “Careful, little girl. Don’t make this harder on yourself than it has to be.”
The threat sends a surge of liquid between my legs. Tag grabs the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down. His warm breath fans over my bare ass as he grabs my cheeks, squeezing and pinching.
“Get ready, sweetheart. Try to relax.”
Try to relax when he’s about to spank me? I don’t think so.
His hand comes down with a stinging slap. I yelp in surprise, although the spank didn’t hurt much.
“Remember your safe word.” He spanks me again before smoothing his hand over my too-warm skin.
His hand comes down again, then again. My skin is so hot, it stops hurting. Instead of pain, I feel happy, meditative, like I was born to be here, over Tag’s lap, accepting his punishments.
And I’m so freaking aroused, I can barely stand it. My clit throbs with my heartbeat, and if he would touch me there, I’d get off in seconds. I rub my bare legs together, hoping to ease the pressure between them.
“One more big spank,” Tag says in a low, raspy voice. “One more for Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
The last one is harder than the others, but I love it. Heat spreads throughout my entire body.
He sends his hand to my pussy, cupping my mound. “Damn, little girl. You’re soaking my fingers. Do you need to come?”
“Yes.” I nod for emphasis, which makes me feel dizzy from this position.
“Ask Daddy nicely.”
Another gush of arousal centers between my legs. This is mortifying and wonderful, all at once. He has all the power here, and I love giving it to him. “Please, Daddy, will you make me come?”
“Of course.” He sits me up and moves me next to him so I sit bare-assed on the bench. He tilts my head toward him so he can stare at me with his beautiful blue eyes. “I want to make you come with my cock, sweetheart. Is that okay?”
I nod.
“Tell me with your words, Janie.”
“Yes, Daddy, you can make me come with your cock. I—I want that.” It’s so true. I haven’t wanted anything or anyone this much in forever.
Nodding, he unzips his jeans and puts on a condom. “Sit right here, sweetheart. Facing me. I want to look at your beautiful face when you come on my dick.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I swing a leg over his lap, loving the way his eyes narrow in satisfaction at the word daddy.
