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I let my eyes wander to her body, shamelessly undressing her with my gaze. She didn’t seem to be wearing much beneath that curve-hugging dress. “Dressed like that? Tell me the truth, Baby. You wanted to be naughty? You missed Daddy and wanted male attention?”

She shook her head vehemently. I looked at her long and hard. I didn’t know if she saw other men but she had to know that was totally unacceptable. Discipline. I had to discipline her.

“But he slept over here, didn’t he?”

She nodded slowly, biting her fingers. She looked so fucking cute and vulnerable. The innocent way she looked up at me to see my face despite our height difference made me feel all warm and fuzzy. It made me just want to scoop her up and shower her with kisses all over. I felt my protective side coming on. Discipline.

“Was that a good thing to do?” I asked a bit more intently this time, not waiting for an answer before heaving her over my shoulder, heading to her room. I had not been to her house before but I could guess which was her room and I was not quite wrong.

The pastel blue walls held no allure to me as I headed straight for the unmade bed that occupied half of the room’s floor space. I sank into the surprisingly soft bed, making Vanessa lie facedown across my thigh. She whimpered as my fingers slipped under the hemline of her little black dress.

I ignored her whimpering and squirming, and rolled her dress up to her rib cage; exposing the smooth, porcelain skin that stretched over curves that looked so surreal I could swear it was my mind playing tricks on me. Except, this was real and I was actually gliding my palm over her flawless skin, caressing the supple, firm flesh that made up that ass that drove me crazy each time.

She yelped when my palm came crashing down on her butt with a force that I feared was a bit too much. The black thong she had on was incredibly cute and I debated whether or not rip them off. I decided to take them off instead. I liked the way she angled her hips so I could take them off easily.

Smack!

“Oh, daddy… I’m really sorry. I’d be a good girl,” she moaned, her flailing limbs scattering the already messy sheets.

I smiled at the way she took it. She was so adorable but her cuteness wasn’t going to get her out of this one. “Keep still or I’d have to smack you twenty times instead of the ten I had in mind,” I warned sternly, letting my finger brush over her asshole just to make her whimper– which she did.

I separated the legs she was suddenly holding firmly together, my well-weathered fingers exploring the crevices and corners that lay between the thighs of my dearest little. I was totally enjoying the small, shrill sounds she kept making and could already feel my dick harden beneath her thigh.

“Daddy, please…” was the only discernible phrase I could decipher from her litany of syllables that had no meaning, at least not in English. Flicking over her clit, pausing at her entrance, teasing her over and over, stopping before she could near anything close to an orgasm.

Her frustration was evident and was making her desperate to escape my grasp. My hard-on was beginning to be rather uncomfortable and she knew that too. I pulled her to a sitting position on my lap, her juices already forming a wet patch on my jeans that seemed to spread by the minute.

Perfect. Just inhaling her vanilla scent mingled with that of her juices was doing insane things to my mind and all I wanted to bang her…hard. Wild, wild sex that leaves one in a fucking daze? Yes, that kind. But I controlled myself. I had to.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

Argh. Hearing her say that threw my thoughts into a frenzy but I didn’t want to give in just yet. Vanessa’s aroused face was one you just can’t forget. She looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes, the green now darkened to a dark brown. Her expression made me want to, instantly but I was the one in control, not my little one.

“You don’t tell me what to do, young lady. And who gave you permission to touch my tits?” I growled at her when I noticed her fingers playing with her nipples through the thin material of the dress.

She dropped her hands immediately, apologizing repeatedly. Her turned-on face made it so hard to keep myself from her. I looked pointedly at wetness she created in my jeans.

“If you want it so bad, how about you take it out and fuck yourself all you want?”

Within a flash, her trembling hands were unbuckling, unfastening, reaching for the beast I’d scarcely been able to rein in all along.

Feeling her wet, warm walls stretch around my girth as she eased herself into me made me groan, partly in sheer ecstasy and partly from annoyance because I knew that pussy was going to make me cum hard, really quickly.

CHAPTER SIX

Vanessa

I was hardly coherent when Daddy stood over me in the bath, washing me down. I smiled weakly, still reeling from the high of the three-hour long intense romp we just had. He had me ride almost throughout and now my thighs and butt were sore.

He only asked me to go on all fours when he noticed that I was getting tired. His strokes were so deep and fast and I could feel him deep inside me, marking me, sending me over the edge not twice, not four times.

I came so many times I thought I’d faint from pleasure overdose. My back hurt and stung from his spanking while I was bent over. I felt so tired that I could pass out immediately but Daddy’s tender hands on my skin was both keeping me awake and pulling me to sleep.

I must be the luckiest little in the world! His strong, muscular build makes me feel so safe with him. I don’t think I had ever been with any guy that understanding and sweet… neither had I had a Daddy before him.

He always included massages as part of the aftercare and I couldn’t help but wonder where he drew that his seemingly boundless strength. He never seemed to be fazed by anything, at least to me. I know he had things he was handling and it was a bit discomfiting that he rarely talked about them.

I studied his tanned, chiseled face as he carried me back to the bed bridal style after bathing me. He appeared to have dark circles and I could see hints of stubble sprinkled across his chin. He hadn’t been resting well.