And sure, maybe it had been real before, when he was making rules and spanking my ass raw, but now it felt extra real. Face-fucked. I’d read about it, sure, but I’d never had it happen. I’d barely given a blow job.
And now, my lips were pressed against Cas’ thick cock as he gyrated his hips over my face, slowly teasing me. So far, so good, but I wasn’t stupid. He hadn't even really begun. What if I sucked at it? What if I cried or gagged or threw up? What if I couldn’t make him feel good and he decided I wasn’t worth the trouble? I’d die. I vowed right then and there to take whatever he gave with a smile on my face and do the best I could to please him.
But my eyes were already filling with tears.
Cas frowned, one hand on his cock, and one on the headboard as he leaned over. “You okay, babygirl?”
His sweetness made the panic worse. Forcing a smile, I nodded, with his cock still hanging from my lips.
Cas remained oblivious to my distress and took me at my word.
“Good. God, your mouth is so sexy. I love the picture you make with my cock stuffed in it.” He leaned forward, pushing himself farther in, and I worked on my breathing.
“Good girl.” He gently grazed his fingertips over my jawline. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He smirked. “It might be hard, since you’re such a naughty girl, but do your best.”
I nodded like a loon, wanting so badly to be Cas’ good girl. Determined, I opened wide, and with one forward thrust, Cas stuffed my mouth full of his thick cock. I’d barely adjusted to the fullness when he thrust again, pumping himself in and out, gyrating his hips over my face as I struggled to adjust.
“Good girl, just like that. Fuck, yeah, that feels good.”
Oh god. It did feel good. In the filthiest way. Knowing I was helpless to do anything but lie there while Daddy fucked my face, taking all control, was a dirty kind of delicious.
And there was something extra delicious in knowing this was punishment of sorts, punishment for playing with myself of all things. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks as Cas buried his hand in my hair, his face contorting as he moaned.
“Yes, babygirl. Just like that. Do you like it? Daddy’s naughty little girl gets her face fucked, gets Daddy’s cock stuffed between her naughty little lips. Are you gonna learn your lesson, babygirl? Your orgasms are mine. Your pussy is mine. Nobody, including you, touches Daddy’s pretty pussy without permission. Do you understand, babygirl?”
Oh god. The demeaning and somewhat humiliating lecture made it that much hotter, and my up-close look at Cas’ orgasm face filled me with a deep, raw need as he exploded in my mouth, filling me with the salty taste of his cum.
“Mmmm.” I hummed around his cock as he thrust slowly, making sure to expel every last drop. The expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy, a look I knew I’d see in my dreams. When he finally pulled out, I was breathless, gasping for air, still tasting him, and wanton with need, even having just come while he was in the shower.
He readjusted, resting his soft cock between my breasts. I held my breath, willing it to harden, willing him to scootch down further, wanting to feel him inside me.
No such luck. Instead, he loomed over me with a knowing smirk. “Did Daddy’s naughty girl learn her lesson?”
“Daddy,” I whimpered. “Please…”
“Please what? You said you wanted to suck my cock. That’s what you got.”
“I want… more.”
“More?” Cas shook his head, tsking softly. “Greedy girl.”
I whimpered again, spreading my legs wide in invitation, all but begging him to touch me. Instead, he shimmied off the bed and sat on the edge of it, patting his lap as he beckoned me, his finger crooking into a ‘come here’ gesture.
I shook my head. Over his knee was the last place I wanted to be. “Nooo,” I whined.
Cas raised his eyebrow and crooked his finger again.
I stayed put.
He chuckled. “Oh, little girl. You do not want to make this worse for yourself. Right now, Daddy still plans to make you feel good tonight, but if you don’t do what you’re told, I will change my mind.”
That was all it took. With a sudden burst of energy, I catapulted myself across the bed and plopped my body face first over his knees.
His response was a soft laugh. “That’s what I thought, babygirl. That’s what I thought.”
I breathed deep as his fingers traced over the still-tender skin of my spanked bottom. He’d said there were marks, but I’d forgotten to look. Would he spank me again? I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to or not. With my pussy aching, any kind of touch, pleasure or pain, sounded like heaven right now.
He found the base of the plug he’d nestled between my cheeks, and twisted it gently, his smooth voice raising goosebumps on my skin. “This was supposed to remind you to behave.”
