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“Eat your fill, little girl. You’re going to work it all off in a little while all over Daddy’s cock,” he murmured, and I gasped in shock.
“Daddy!”
He smiled in victory. He was enjoying my embarrassment, probably even more so because he likely knew it was making me wet too.
Thankfully, the conversation turned more innocent after that and I was grateful for it so that I could eat some of my dinner. The food was incredibly delicious, and before I knew it, the two of us had put serious dents in each plate. He fed me several bites of his filet and allowed me to give him a few morsels of mine.
It felt sweet and romantic.
We talked about our wants and our desire to travel. I was surprised that the two of us wanted to visit more of Europe, as well as more of Asia. I revealed that I wanted to visit Japan most of all and when he grinned knowingly, I asked him why.
“Japan is a beautiful country. Perhaps if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you there myself,” he replied.
I bit my lower lip, unable to control the way he left me blushing and off balance far more often than I would care to admit. To be honest, it was intriguing. I’d honestly never met a man who could go toe to toe with me and win. Not like him. He was special and I wanted to know more, even if it meant that I was sitting on a sore bottom from time to time.
Maybe especially because of that.
After we finished with our meals, he ordered a piece of salted caramel brownie cheesecake for us to share. After it arrived and we were left alone once again, he slid his chair closer to mine and fed it to me. He didn’t let me feed myself and as heavy handed as it felt, I liked it. It made me feel warm and cared for.
I could very well fall in love with this man.
As the sweet and salty flavors meshed together across my tongue, I realized that maybe I already did. For years, he’d been the one in my fantasies and after the last year, he’d been the only one.
When the cake was finally gone, he placed down the spoon and lifted my chin with a single finger. Gently, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. At first, the kiss was soft but then it turned more possessive. I liked that it did. His mouth burned against mine as if he owned it and perhaps in a way, he already did.
My heart pulsed.
I kissed him firmly in return, not caring that we were out in public at a restaurant, or that my dress was bunched up around my waist, or that my bottom was still sore from the marks of his belt. I kissed him like I’d never kissed any man before.
I kissed him like I loved him because I already did.
His tongue dove between my lips, dancing with mine and causing a burning fire to race straight down to my clit. Several of his thick fingers drifted up my thigh, making me jump at the same time that I shivered with hope that he might touch between my legs where I needed him the most.
He didn’t and that made my arousal burn that much hotter.
When he finally pulled away, I was left breathless and dizzy from the heady sensation of being really kissed for the first time in my life.
“Stand up for me, little girl. You will keep your dress up by your waist,” he directed. Almost in a haze, I stood for him and he clicked his tongue.
“You’ve left quite the wet spot on the chair, didn’t you, little girl?” he asked. My face burned and I fumbled to respond. My tongue felt dry as cotton and I fidgeted, trying to hide just how embarrassed his words had made me. My eyes were glued to the seat of the chair, where there was an unmistakable stain that my bare little pussy had left behind.
“That was very naughty of you, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I managed to whisper. My legs trembled as I held my dress high around my waist.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, naughty girl. Daddy is going to take you back to the limo for a firm spanking over his knee. Then you’re going to properly thank him for dinner by riding Daddy’s cock as hard as you can. Do you understand me, little girl?” he murmured. His words were mesmerizing and as I stepped back and forth from one foot to another, I found myself growing impossibly wetter.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered with an increasing sense of shameful arousal.
“Drop your dress,” he instructed. I instinctively let the soft fabric fall back into place as he settled a firm hand on my lower back. I breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that I was covered, but as he guided me out of the room and back to the waiting limo, I started to grow even more nervous. With every step, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to take me over his knee, bare my bottom, and spank me for the second time today before he allowed me to ride his cock. All in the back of his limo.
This time, he climbed in the car first. He didn’t let me sit beside him though. He took my hand and guided me firmly over his knee and once the door closed behind me, he lifted my dress and exposed my bare backside not even a fraction of a second later. The windows were tinted in the back, but I still quivered with a burst of shame at being taken to the car for a firm spanking over Daddy’s knee.
His palm peppered my backside several times and I gasped with surprise. When he’d scolded me inside the restaurant, I had thought he just might spank me enough to make me even wetter, but there was a frightful sting to each smack. I squirmed over his knee and inadvertently, I ground my hips against his thigh.
“Are you trying to leave a wet spot on my pants too, naughty girl?”
I keened, hiding my face in my hands at his shameful observation. I couldn’t form the words to answer and he punished the backs of my thighs hard after that.
