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“Is that the spot? Right there? Tell me, Daisy.”

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Her legs are spread open, and her weight on my cock is exquisite as I watch her unfold on my lap. The muscles in her legs tense and her toes curl, right as I feel her body tighten with her cunt pulsing in my hand.

“Yes, baby. Come for Daddy.”

She lets out a gasp for air, just as her body begins to soften, letting her breathe.

I can’t hold back another moment. Shifting her body face down on the bed, I stand up and quickly unbutton my pants, unleashing my aching cock. She lets out a yelp as I yank her ass to the edge, her toes barely touching the floor as I center myself on her wet core and force my way in.

The feel of her body swallowing my cock is breathtaking. Her cries and yelps as I fuck her, thrusting in hard, mixed with the sound of my body slapping against hers, is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

“Look what you do to me, Daisy. You make me fucking crazy.” My words come out in clipped grunts with each thrust. I’m going to lose it if I don’t slow down. So I pull out, leaving just the tip at her entrance, and freeze there for a moment.

She moans and writhes, pushing back to impale herself on my cock, and a groan crawls up from my chest at the sight.

“Jesus Christ, baby girl.”

I pull out again, and she thrusts back hard, her needy pussy chasing my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Tell me you want it, baby.”

“I want it, Daddy,” she cries. The bedding is a mess now, her fingers clenched tightly around it as she uses the bed as leverage to fuck herself with my dick.

My balls begin to tighten, and my cock threatens to blow, so I grab tightly onto her hips and pound into her hard. Slamming her body against the mattress, I shout, unloading inside her.

When I’m finally fully spent, I lay my body against hers. She can probably feel my heart beating against her back. Feeling my breath against her ear, she turns her head and finds my mouth, kissing me softly with her perfect lips.

That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done a lot of shit. Daisy has me rethinking everything I thought I knew about myself. And while I don’t ever look forward to hurting her like that again, I have to admit that seeing her grow with that pain and struggle changed me. And here I thought I was too old to learn something new.

RULE #25: AGE REALLY IS JUST A NUMBER

Daisy

“It’s not too hot, is it?” Ronan is holding my hand as I sink my toes into the water, my whole leg being swallowed up by lavender-scented bubbles.

“It’s perfect,” I reply. Just hot enough to feel the sting, but not too hot to hurt.

Of course when my ass hits the water, I’m singing a different tune. I let out a squeal as the hot water stings my tender backside, and I notice Ronan’s evil grin when I do.

“I’ll rub something on it after your bath that should help, but I can’t promise it won’t bruise.”

“I sort of hope it does,” I reply, resting my chin against the side of the tub.

“Why? You want a bruised-up ass?” He smiles, while grabbing a white fluffy towel from the cabinet.

“Sort of. Like a trophy.”

He freezes for a moment and closes his eyes before reopening them and taking a deep breath, which makes me laugh. I do like the idea of him leaving marks on my body, and I’m not entirely sure if that’s a good thing or not. That was my first time being properly spanked as an adult, and while I was a little terrified, it wasn’t because of the pain. I was more afraid of what it would do to our relationship. Would him punishing me make me resentful of him? Would it make him angrier, since he doesn’t like doling out punishment?

Clearly, neither of those things happened. While he had me pinned to the bed, his hand landing hard against my ass, I loved the thought of him making me pay for what I had done more than I ought to. Not all of our issues can be resolved with a spanking, but the fire that burned in that moment was like an inferno, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life—albeit a filthy, degrading sort of arousal.

It’s not something I want to feel all the time, and now I really need him to pamper me a little to make up for it, but the guilt and embarrassment of what happened earlier today is gone.

Hence the bubble bath and the doting behavior. Things between us went back to normal. For which I’m very grateful. I hated him being so upset with me.

I’ve never been in a relationship like this, one that feels so comfortable. Yes, Ronan acts like mydaddyfrom time to time, but for all of the moments when he doesn’t, he treats me as his equal. He doesn’t laugh at me or talk down to me or treat me like I can’t do things. Our connection is refreshingly balanced.

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