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She nodded brazenly, no trace of shame in her expression. He liked her boldness. He liked that she wasn’t afraid to tell him her desires.
“All this talk of spankings has made me horny,” she informed him matter-of-factly. “I think you should fix it.”
“Mmmm?” He slowly trailed his fingers back up the inside of her thigh again, stepping them closer and closer tothere.“And how would you like me to do that?”
She arched her back, offering herself to him wantonly, and moaned deep in her throat as his thumb pressed against her clit.
“I want your cock, Daddy. Please give me your cock.” Her voice was husky, throaty with arousal, and he almost came in his pants at her words.
Settle it down, boy, you’re not a teenager anymore!he berated himself.
“All in good time, little girl,” he said softly, teasing her. “All in good time.”
Shifting position slightly so he could reach better, he parted her dressing gown, opening it up and pushing each side away from her, tucking it against her body on the bed.
“Give it to me now!” she murmured on a moan as she ground her pelvis against his hand.
“My, my, you’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled, then leaned forward and blew across her pussy, before lowering his face to her. He liked the way she tasted: salty. Bitter, but sweet at the same time. Almost earthy. He sucked her earnestly, then; kissing, nibbling, licking, his tongue dipping just inside her before delving in deeply. Just like eating a persimmon. He’d read that once, in some magazine, and he’d liked it. Judging by the sounds Catherine was making beneath him, she liked it, too.
Abruptly, he stopped. She bucked slightly and moaned, clearly begging him to keep going, but he shook his head.
“No. You’re a naughty girl. Naughty girls don’t get to come. Naughty girls only get teased.”
Her little mewl of protest nearly undid him. “I’m not a naughty girl!”
Jason chuckled. Seriously? She actually believed that? “You’re a very naughty girl,” he insisted.
The way she looked up at him with her big eyes, a cute pout on her face, almost made him go back between her legs and eat her to orgasm. But he stood fast.
“Please give me your cock then, Daddy. Please!” she begged.
“Yes, you can have Daddy’s cock. But don’t you dare come, little girl.” Nudging her legs apart slightly with his elbow, he slapped her pussy lightly. “You’re not allowed to come.” He slapped her pussy again, a bit harder, making her jump and let out a little yelp. “If you do, this little pussy will be getting whipped. Do you understand?” He didn’t take his eyes off hers as he separated her labia, holding her wide open, and slapped her pussy lightly again to drive his message home, show her he was serious. Her eyes widened in shock at his words and he suppressed a grin. She’d never had her pussy whipped before? Interesting. He filed that information away for the future. He fully intended to claim every part of her eventually, in every way it was possible for a woman to be claimed.
Still sitting beside her, he ripped off his t-shirt, watching the hunger flash in her eyes. Then he stood up and shed his jeans and boxers, shaking his hips sexily as he slid on a condom. He was going to fuck her. She wanted his cock, so he would give it to her. This wasn’t a punishment fucking, but it was only for him. He wasn’t so concerned with her pleasure, not this time.
Her eyes burned through him as she watched him straddle her, lower himself down over her, his forearms on either side of her taking his weight. She reached out to touch him, tangling her fingers in the hair curling at the nape of his neck, her other hand tracing delicate circles across his pecs, down his torso. His skin sparked where she touched it. Could she feel it too?
“Mine,” she declared huskily. “Fuck me, Daddy.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. An order he wasn’t inclined to disobey.
“Gladly, little girl.”
She gasped as he entered her, sliding deep inside her with a single thrust. Her fingers tightened against him.
He didn’t touch her. Instead, he clasped the sheets on either side of her and pounded into her over and over again, taking no thought for her pleasure. This was not making love. This was a fuck, pure and simple. This was him using her body. But despite that, she moaned beneath him, clutched him tighter, the tips of her fingers digging into him hard, the fingers tangling in his hair tugged roughly. She arched her pelvis into him.
“Don’t you dare come, little girl,” he growled.
“But…” she whined.
“No.” He cut her off. Bent to kiss her forehead, slammed his cock in deeper. “You’re going to take Daddy’s cock, but you’re not going to come.”
The way she moaned beneath him, protesting his words while her body welcomed him so well, nearly undid him. His moan joined hers, he thrust again, hot fluid filling the condom. He held himself above her on shaking arms before slowly lowering himself to lie on her body.
“Did you enjoy that, little girl?”
She smiled cheekily. “Yes, Daddy.”
The sparkle in her eyes made him wonder. Had she orgasmed secretly, hiding her pleasure from him? Part of him hoped she had, so he could punish her for it, just as he’d promised. But the other part of him was glad she’d liked it, even though he hadn’t paid attention to making her enjoy it too.
