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I’ve done this before. I’ve done this so many times, I’ve lost count. But this—the way she responds, the way she feels, her breathing, and somehow, the energy that crackles between us like lightning—it all stands out as special, something poignant that I don’t want to forget.
I need to please this woman. I need to make her come and know I did that to her.
I alternate spanking her with massaging the heated flesh and fingering her pussy. I pump two fingers into her sex, her arousal evidence of how much she’s enjoying this, then bring my fingers to my lips and suck.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I need to taste more of you. Have you learned your lesson?”
“Oh, yes,” she says obediently, parting her legs to grant me access. “Ah, most definitely yes, Da-daddy.” She tries out my kinky nickname with a giggle that makes me wanna grin. I love the way she giggles and hides her face in her hair. I give her another sharp slap.
I school my features and resume my lecture. “There’s nothing funny about this,” I scold.
“I’m not amused,” she says in a sultry purr. “I’m—nervous. Excited. You were right, and I was wrong. I could very much enjoy being over your lap if discipline feels like that.”
“Mmm. That’s what I thought. Now up you go, and on your back so I can taste you before I have to punish you again for distracting me.”
I help her up off my lap and place her ass down on the armchair.
“Dress up. Spread your legs. I want them over my shoulders, now.”
I kneel in front of her and swallow, savoring the scent and taste of her. I kiss and lap at her inner thighs and taste her arousal even there. So fucking perfect.
I lift the rest of her dress so it bunches around her waist.
“Take it off,” I growl. “Now.”
With frantic movements, I help her drag the dress over her body and her head until she’s wearing nothing but her thin thong and bra. I tug off the useless thong and kiss her bare pussy. It’s swollen and slick, and I want to kneel in front of her and worship her until she screams herself hoarse.
I bend her backward so her head falls onto a throw pillow and arrange her perfect legs.
“Sit like a naughty girl. Part your legs and give me your pussy,” I order with a pinch to her inner thigh. She squeals and drops her legs open. I lift my drink glass from the floor and scoop out a rectangular ice cube. I slide it onto her thigh, and glide it toward her pussy, painting a path of melted ice I suckle as I go.
“Oh, God,” she groans, when I suckle the droplets off her clit and move the ice lower. She shivers from the cold, then moans when my mouth heats her skin.
“Lace your fingers behind your head like a good girl. I want total access.” Her brief hesitation earns her a sharp smack to the curve of her ass that’s not pressed against the armchair. With trembling hands, she obeys, her hands clasped behind her head as she watches me, wide-eyed and a little scared.
Good. Fear heightens the experience. She’ll come harder with fear and pain interlaced like an aphrodisiac.
I dribble liquor along her skin, then down the crevice of her sex, licking and sucking while she moans, her breathing coming harder and faster. I suckle the inside of her thigh and leave a soft pink circle on the tender skin, lift her ass and knead it in my hands as I make my way to where she’s throbbing and wet.
I slide the ice into the glass, push it to the side, and go in for her pussy.
I groan at the first swipe of my tongue on her clit, sweet and swollen. Her hips jerk when I suck gently, then guide my fingers to her sex and pump my fingers in her core.
“Oh, fuck,” she curses. “That feels so fucking good, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
I spank her again for trying to take control, and she whimpers. “I mean—I mean please don’t stop, it’s magical and perfect.”
“Shh, doll,” I say, shaking my head. “The quieter you are, the more I’ll reward you.”
I don’t give a fuck if she screams at the top of her lungs, but I do care if she can follow instructions. Her eyes flutter closed, and she bites her lip, nodding with a little whimper. My lips tug upward in a grin when I bury my face between her legs again.
She’s so ready, so primed and wet, I can feel her tense on the verge of climax. Her back arches, and she stops breathing.
I lift my mouth from her pussy and breathe hot air on her throbbing skin.
“Wha-what are you doing?” she says on a groan.
