Page 4 of Hunter's Baby Girl
The pressure of his hand on my back disappeared, and I slipped off his lap onto all fours. I needed a moment to compose myself. My ass throbbed from his punishment.
“I’m sorry,” he said, all apologies now. The stern Daddy had disappeared, and I was left with Hunter again. “That was such a stupid mistake for me to make. I got carried away. Please, forgive me.”
I looked up at him from my position on the floor, and I could tell that he was sincerely concerned. “It’s okay,” I said. “No real damage done. I’ll just be sore for a while.”
He slid from the chair onto the floor, kneeling beside me. He lifted my skirt to take a look. “Poor thing,” he murmured, running a very gentle hand over my sore flesh. Even through the stinging pain, I couldn’t help feeling a little breathless at his touch. It was amazing how one person could touch me in two such different ways. Both of which were exciting.
“Let me kiss it and make it better,” he offered. My heart raced, and I had to keep from licking my lips in anticipation. I nodded, then stood and walked over to the spanking table to make myself more comfortable. I laid my torso over the table and rested the side of my face on my crossed arms, my feet on the floor. I was getting wetter by the second.
He knelt behind me, his hands roaming over my legs from top to bottom. His touch was electric. Then I felt a light kiss on one ass cheek, then another on the other side. “Does that feel nice?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned softly. I was in heaven.
Again, he kissed me, so softly, and again. He covered my flesh with the lightest kisses, still sensual thanks to the way he let his lips linger. My knees were trembling, my breath coming faster. His hands never stopped touching me. Then I felt his tongue, swirling over my skin every time his lips touched me. I moaned more loudly.
“You like my tongue?” he asked, his voice husky.
“I love it,” I answered, my own voice rasping as I gasped for air. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. Even though I was still aching in pain, there was equal pleasure rushing through my body and centering at that magic spot between my legs now so hot it hurt.
“Would you like . . . more of my tongue?” he asked, his voice full of sexy promise.
“Yes, please!” I cried out and spread my legs slightly. I’d been holding back from begging him to lick my pussy, but now I felt no shame. I needed him to taste me and drive me crazy.
He started licking my fabric-covered mound. I arched my back and threw my head back at that first touch of his tongue. I was so close to cumming I thought I’d explode.
He teased me on and on with his tongue without removing my thong. I strained and wiggled my hips, encouraging him to go farther. He laughed softly. “Eager,” I heard him murmur. His tongue traced my lips, dipping just beneath the fabric of my thong.
“Please, eat me,” I gasped. “I need you to eat me, now.”
Without a word, he pulled my thong down until it reached the ends of my garters. My smooth, wet pussy was completely on display, and all I wanted was for him to devour it.
And he did, diving in and plundering my slit with his skilled tongue. I cried out again, so grateful to finally feel him against me. He alternated between flicking my clit and sucking on it. I couldn’t help from rolling my head back and forth on my shoulders in utter bliss. I pushed my hips back, urging him on.
“More, please, more,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He held onto my hips with his hands and buried his face in me, his tongue working my clit mercilessly until my moans ran together into one, long, continuous sound that finally ended in a small scream as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. All that teasing and arousal led up to the strongest, most all-consuming climax I’d ever had, and I cried out again and again while the shudders ran through me.
I was spent, lying across the table, gasping for breath. No one had ever made me cum like that before. And I knew already that I couldn’t give up the chance to have him do that to me again.
“See?” he said, satisfaction in his voice. “You take your punishment, then Daddy makes it better.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I replied, completely blissed out. I pushed myself up on my hands, and then pulled up my panties. I turned to look at him and immediately wondered if he’d want something in return. I couldn’t deny even to myself that I wanted to get a look at what was hiding under those leather pants of his.
I placed my hands on his chest and moved closer to him. “What about you?” I breathed.
But he only smiled down at me. “Not yet,” he said. “Little Girl needs to have a little discipline and learn how to wait.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
I pouted. “I guess I can wait, if I have to,” I said playfully.
“And you do . . . want to?” he asked. I knew what he was really asking – whether I wanted to see him again. And I did. I wanted to see how far we could take this together. I knew he had plenty to teach me. Maybe I could teach him to temper that little violent streak he’d revealed to me. Even my scalp tingled a little from when he’d pulled my hair.
I nodded. “Yes. I want to.”
* * *
That night, I crawled slowly into bed after taking a couple ibuprofen for the soreness in my rear end and wondered what I’d gotten myself into. We’d decided to meet for coffee the following day and work out an arrangement to follow going forward. I hoped he wouldn’t expect me to do anything too humiliating. Yet, even as I had the thought, I couldn’t ignore the little tingle between my legs at the idea of being controlled by this gorgeous, sexy man.
