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That made sense but it didn’t mean she had to like it. What she did like was the way he’d started laying thick, heavy swats down on the underside of butt cheeks. Just slightly north of her sit spots and…what the hell? How did impact on that part of her body make her pussy come alive like he’d slicked a finger over her clit?
When he landed a particularly intense blow, a short moan that was 100 percent horniness escaped her. What was he doing to her? Yes, she liked spanking and it could turn her on like whoa, but this was something entirely.
There wasn’t sting, nor was there building heat, just a growing sensation of fullness and wanting. Plus her mound was pressing against his thigh and that wasn’t helping matters any. Not at all.
If he hadn’t already scolded her, she would’ve tried to spread her legs in hopes of getting some friction on her clit, or at least a better angle that might allow her to get off. Not that she thought he’d dump her off his lap and tell her “no orgasms for you” because Hux wasn’t a hardass. He was a squishy, indulgent daddy and she bet he had patience for miles. But he also had a certain effect on her that meant she didn’t want to test that theory.
She wanted to behave, and earn the reward he said she deserved. She wanted to please him and in return be….spoiled. Not with gifts but with attention and approval. That was new. Not the attention bit, although she wouldn’t have admitted that to her other partners. The approval though—
Another thuddy strike landed and she whined. “Daddy, please.”
“Is someone feeling a little turned on?” he asked, and she recognized his rhetorical voice. She’d heard him use it on clips from speeches and when he spoke to his former colleagues in the House.
What the fuck had he done to her brain that she didn’t start to hiss and buck over his lap, force him to hold her down harder, and maybe get him to light up her backside with stinging swats instead of whatever this intolerable nonsense was. And she was going to tolerate it. No wonder he’d won elections. He must’ve used the same sort of sorcery on his constituents as he was on her. It wasn’t fair.
Instead of lashing out, she resigned herself. Gave in. Submitted, she supposed, but not in the way she was used to.
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed, almost wanting to laugh at herself for sounding so pathetically resigned.
“Good. I want my little girl to be a bit desperate for Daddy to pay attention to her pussy.”
“I am!”
Her exclamation earned her a chuckle. “Not desperate enough. But you will be. Now you may spread your legs, but if you start grinding that sweet clit of yours on Daddy’s thigh before I tell you that you may, I’m going to give you a time out.”
That was mean. How on earth was she supposed to make it through a time out with her pussy feeling swollen and slick, and throbbing like it was? A tender, deep resonance she thought might kill her by consuming her entire body and mind with this profound want.
“Not a spanking?” she asked hopefully, and he laughed at her again, dark but still sweet and slow like molasses.
“Ah, no. I’ve met you, little girl. I doubt any spanking I’d be willing to give you would feel much like a punishment.”
“Fair,” she muttered, and spread her legs, a shiver running down her spine when her clit glanced against his trousers. There was something so hot about being naked when he was clothed. Even half-clothed as he was. She didn’t come though, and he rewarded her by rubbing her backside and telling her what a good girl she was. As long as she lived, she didn’t think she’d ever get sick of those words.
Once she’d calmed down enough that she wasn’t teetering on the edge of a climax, he began to drag his blunt nails across her heated skin. It felt like an electrical charge crackled through a web of nerves that connected her backside, her breasts, her pussy, and her brain. Fuck that was a lot.
“Now, where were we?”
Before she could answer, his hand was coming down on her skin again, and the swats were a mix between heavy digs with the heel of his palm, and lighter spanks where his fingertips grazed her labia, got close to the entrance to her pussy and also her asshole but never quite touched. Clever, horrible man with his clever, horrible hands.
His ministrations made her head feel like a cocktail shaker and it wasn’t long until she was pleading and whining, most of her concentration driven to where he wasn’t hitting her instead of where he was. What sorcery was this? It wasn’t right that he was so new at this but still doing alchemy with her senses. She was trying so hard not to rub against his thigh but it was difficult when she was also squirming like mad, both running from and chasing sensation.
At long last, the spanking stopped but she only had time to drag in a breath before she exhaled it in a cry because he was finally, finally, dragging a finger through the folds of her pussy, from her clit to her entrance.
“Oh, my little girl is so wet between her legs. You must really be enjoying your good girl spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy, yes,” she agreed, clenching her hands into fists to keep from turning around and throttling him while she demanded that he give her a goddamn orgasm already.
“I love how slick your pretty pussy is, sweet girl. Makes it easier for me to rub your precious pearl of a clit…”
“Oh,” she moaned as a couple of his fingers circled the sensitive bud.
“…and I bet you’re going to be so hot and tight when I fingerfuck you to climax.”
“Ah!”
She was making a ruckus and probably attracting some attention, but she didn’t care. Wasn’t like she was the only one around here being teased to within an inch of her life before getting the sweet relief of two fingers sliding into her up to the knuckle, and then withdrawing and thrusting into her again and again and again.
“You feel so good around my fingers. Can’t wait to have you ride my cock,” Hux told her, his voice rough.
Hard same, Hux, she thought, but couldn’t bring the words to her lips. She was just too occupied with how good it felt to finally have him fucking her.
“Now you can work that clit on me, babygirl. Come on, that’s it, I want to feel you come. Want to hear it too. Give it to me, Shannon. Come all over Daddy’s hand.”
His dirty words seemed to gather her scattered feelings of arousal, concentrated them into something potent enough to set off the chain reaction of her orgasm. Her internal muscles clamped around Hux’s fingers, her body shivered and bucked and she was probably saying some pretty rude things if she was functional enough to actually string together words.
As the intense drumbeat of her climax slowed and dissipated to something lighter and less frequent, Tamsyn used the friction on her mound and clit to wring every pulse of orgasm out of her body. Her efforts were aided by Hux’s fingers still buried in her cunt and the pad of his thumb pressed against her other hole, plus a never ending stream of praise that dropped from his lips and fell over her like cooling rain on her overheated skin.
At last she was spent and collapsed over him, satisfied and grateful and maybe a tiny bit in love. That was probably just the climax talking. No, for sure it was. For sure.
