Page 70 of Under His Control

Then the sixth.

And I realize the lump under my pelvis isn’t so soft anymore. Between my legs is also taking notice of his caresses too. When his fingers skim close to my pussy, I have to restrain myself from arching my hips in search of his touch.

The last four spanks make my promises come out breathy. I’m burning up when it’s over, my ass warm and throbbing. My pussy too.

Jacob gently swipes his hand over my ass, moving it lower between my legs to purposefully rub my pussy.

My surprise is a blip before arousal takes over. I whimper and rock back for more, shamefully wanting him to slip his fingers into my underwear then into me.

His erection twitches under me. He tightens his grip on my hair and tugs it, forcing my neck into an arch.

“Your underwear is soaked. You weren’t supposed to enjoy your punishment, you know.”

His growl makes my face burn hot with shame yet my pussy tightens. My words come out like a moan.

“I didn’t mean to.”

He rubs my pussy back and forth over my wet underwear, following the line of my slit until he presses on my clit. I raise my hips and mash myself against his hand, ignoring the scolding voice demanding I stop what I’m doing.

I can’t.

This is exactly what I want.

He pulls his hand away from me and releases my hair. I let out a harsh exhale, between my legs missing his touch.

Jacob leans over me and I hear the subtle sound as he pumps out lotion. He smears it over my tender flesh and I groan softly in satisfaction as the coolness soothes the stinging heat.

He gently rubs my skin. I won’t lie. As much as I hated this at the start, and I was totally mortified, I wouldn’t mind lying here and letting Jacob massage my ass with lotion.

When he’s done, he combs his fingers through my hair, massaging away the ache in my scalp from his pulling.

It’s relaxing to have his fingers in my hair. I’m surprised that this man who’s been so mean to me on multiple occasions is capable of such gentleness.

Jacob sweeps his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass in a worshipful caress. Then he tugs my underwear back into place and my leggings up. I lift my hips again so the material can cover my behind.

“Is it over?” I ask, ignoring the disappointment in my voice.

“Yes.”

I raise myself and crawl backward off his lap. I meet his gaze while I’m kneeling beside him.

“Why do you make me call you Daddy? With our history, it’s kind of twisted.”

“It’s symbolic to me. You came to me for protection, and I take care of you and teach you while you’re here.”

“But you only ever make me say it at times when it’s pretty wrong for me to say it.”

He grabs my waist, pulling me on top of him again. I’m sitting on his lap and facing him. I grasp his shoulders for balance, my knees pressing into the couch cushion on either side of his thighs.

“When you call me that, you make me feel important to you during a vulnerable moment for the both of us. And I love how it makes you blush.”

He stares into my eyes before he cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer. His intention is clear and I’m shaking. I should resist. I can’t… I don’t want to. His possessive hold won’t let me.

His lips meet mine in a chaste kiss like this morning. It doesn’t stay that way for long. He sweeps his tongue between my lips and into my mouth.

I’m burning with need as our lips mash together and his tongue twists with mine. He cups and squeezes my ass and I’m not even aware of the ache from the spanking. I’m too caught up in Jacob’s greedy kiss.

My nipples are hard, between my legs aching for stimulation. I widen my knees and press down on Jacob’s erection, grinding myself on it. He groans into my mouth and makes me rock on him, then he pulls his lips from mine.