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“This little pussy is mine, naughty girl, and you will not touch it without permission again, do you understand me?” he scolded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pleaded desperately.
“No matter how needy you are, naughty girl, you are never to try to make yourself come while you’re behind the wheel of a car. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I screeched. “Please, I’m sorry.”
The belt didn’t stop. There was no end to the burning sting. It hurt and I wanted it to stop and he was ignoring every last one of my pleas like I had known he would. He marked from the very tops of my cheeks all the way down to the lower curve of my bottom, before he finally moved to whip the backs of my thighs.
“You were a naughty little girl, weren’t you?” he pressed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined.
“You needed Daddy to punish you, but most of all, you wanted Daddy to take control,” he pushed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I shrieked as I tried to deal with the burning sting of his belt across my bottom. He punished the tops of my thighs firmly and just when I thought I was going to start to cry, he paused, giving me a chance to gather myself and catch my breath.
“Tell me what you need now, little girl,” he demanded, and I wailed with embarrassment.
“I need your cock, Daddy,” I finally managed to whimper, feeling my face flush hot with shame.
“Good girl,” he murmured and the need inside me practically exploded. “Now come. Bend over the back of the couch and show Daddy all the pretty marks that his belt left behind.”
I sniffed, trying to deal with the fact that he’d punished me hard enough so that it not only hurt, but almost to the point of tears. Despite all that, strong, reluctant arousal pulsed again and again deep inside me.
I moved on shaky limbs and he held out a hand of support. I stared at it for a long moment, but it only seemed to make the fury at my own unfathomable need and my body’s betrayal simmer, and I refused to take it. I raised my head with pride and walked around the couch. Even though I was totally naked and defenseless, I held onto every last bit of dignity that I had left and bent over that couch.
“You need Daddy’s cock, but it will be on Daddy’s terms, little girl. It’s going to be a long fucking. It’s going to hurt, maybe even as much the belt did,” he warned. He’d bent down enough to level his gaze with mine, causing a hard shudder to rush down my spine at his threat. I was so turned on that my pussy spasmed almost violently. He’d only just need to touch me the right way and I would fall to pieces right in front of him.
“I’ve only had the pleasure of seeing you come for me once before, little girl, but that’s going to change tonight. Before I’m through with you, you’re going to come so many times for me that it’s going to be just as painful as a hard spanking over Daddy’s knee,” he promised, his words dark and ringing with truth.
He stood and his hand dropped to his cock.
“Daddy’s hard just thinking about it,” he mused. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he stroked himself. His shaft was rigid even though he’d come only a short time ago and I didn’t know if that scared me or impressed me more.
A drop of arousal slid down my thigh, catching me off guard enough to make me gasp in surprise.
He took his time and stroked his cock in front of me. My arousal grew tenfold, but still my anger didn’t ebb away. The longer he slid that hand up and down his cock, the more he made me wait, the angrier I became.
Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, he unbuttoned his pants. Slowly and deliberately, he stripped before me. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of his rigid cock that my pussy so desperately needed to feel, of the firm muscled flesh that tensed with his own desire, of the dark hair that smattered his chest.
“Daddy,” I begged. He smirked knowingly.
He circled around the couch and I could feel him studying me. I shuddered hard and my hips rocked backward as his fingers grazed lightly against my sensitive flesh.
“The welts on your bare little bottom become you,” he mused, and he squeezed one of them just hard enough to sting. I groaned and he leaned forward just enough so that I could feel the velvet iron of his cock against my backside. His fingers descended between my thighs, only to capture my clit firmly within his grasp.
He started to tease me.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t listen to my anger. He didn’t listen when I told him how much I needed him, and he didn’t listen when I told him just to get it over with and fuck me already. He left no doubt in my mind that he was in control and I wasn’t.
He edged me. The first time was unexpected, and a fierce jolt of pain raced straight to my core. Then he edged me a second time. And a third. He edged me so many times that I lost count. The sharp blade of denial cut into me again and again until I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Then he edged me some more.
“Stop. Please let me come,” I pleaded.
