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“Fuck, baby. My hand is soaked. You did such a good job for Daddy. Would you like to lie down for a bit?”
Floating in that post-orgasmic haze, she grinned, her head falling back as she tried to nod her agreement.
His satisfied chuckle joined the buzzing in her ears as he stripped off her bra and guided her to the bed. It wasn’t until she felt the familiar weight of leather around her wrists that she remembered his plans for the evening. She’d been so focused on that first orgasm, she’d completely forgotten that wasn’t the end of their play, not by a long shot.
In fact, her Daddy was just getting started.
CHAPTER2
MATT
Watching Carly’s expressions as she came out of her pleasure-induced trance was one of his favorite things. Especially on nights like this, when her eyes went wide and she tugged at her restraints as the realization he wasn’t through with her hit.
Jesus, she was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but it was moments like this when she was still dazed with pleasure, her entire body flush with it, that he was overwhelmed by her. By the knowledge that she washis.
And knowing what else he had planned for their weekend getaway added a whole new weight to those feelings of possessiveness.
But that was for later. Right now, he had a needy Little girl to take care of.
Grinning down at her, he ran a hand up her leg, inwardly crowing when she trembled at his touch. “Comfortable, babygirl?”
“Ah…”
“Let me rephrase. Do you have any discomfort or pain in your arms?”
“No, Daddy,” she said with a sulky little sigh.
“Good. Let’s get that bottom nice and warm for Daddy’s strap, then.”
Wrapping an arm around her legs, he lifted them high in the air. The position put her bottom and her pussy on full display. Which also meant all her sensitive places were exposed and vulnerable. It was the same position he’d used the first time he’d ever spanked her, the night that had changed his entire life in all the best possible ways. He wondered briefly if she remembered, if she had made the connection, and if it made her chest ache with love the way his did whenever he thought of their first night together.
Carly’s breath hitched, and the worried little sound had his cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his slacks. He never wanted her to be truly scared of him, but that hint of fear, the worry over what came next?
Yeah, he fucking loved that.
And because he loved it, he kept his touch gentle as he stroked her bottom, the tips of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over her swollen pussy lips. It wasn’t until she started squirming that he drew his hand back and let it connect sharply with her skin.
Her gasp, part pleasure, part pain, filled the room as his handprint bloomed on the pale canvas of her bottom. Perfectly crisp and pink, it stood out beautifully against her skin, and he was almost tempted to flip her over so he could admire his handiwork while he fucked her.
But he had other plans for his babygirl, and he wasn’t going to accomplish anything by rushing things. So he added a second swat to her other cheek, and then another, slowly turning her entire bottom a gorgeous shade of pink. Every now and then, his fingertips would connect with her pussy, and he would pause to admire the arousal glistening on her skin and the high-pitched squeal she inevitably gave in response.
By the time he was finished, she was back to the whining, whimpering mess she’d been before he’d let her ride his hand.
Fucking gorgeous.
Without releasing his hold on her legs, he picked up the short leather strap they played with most often. Another throwback to their first time together. Back then, she’d been a beautiful stranger passing through his tiny little hometown on her way to a brand-new life.
Now… now, she was his everything.
Words of affection, of love, of praise clogged his throat as he looked down at her, squirming in his hold, her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath. But she was too far gone to really hear him, so he held the words back for the time being and lifted the strap high.
After all, as they said, actions spoke louder than words anyway.
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Carly
The bite of the strap had her back arching up, her arms instinctively jerking at their bonds. Pain, sharp and glorious, radiated through her body. Instead of dousing her pleasure as common sense dictated it should, the pain only had that coil of need in her belly ratcheting tighter and tighter.
