The leather made an odd muffled platting sound as it smacked against her lightly-furred sex. Drops of arousal splattered each time it landed, but she never got any less wet. If anything, she felt like she’d never been so turned on in her life. Unyielding, Sam was hot as hell and she couldn’t stop the trickle of moans and gasps that poured out of her mouth.
“Think you’re liking this just a little too much,” he commented, sounding amused. He didn’t seem to mind the effect he was having on her though, or at least he didn’t stop what he was doing.
She felt a vague sense of embarrassment about how blatantly obvious her excitement was, and the fact that she was writhing there with her ass up in the air wagging back and forth as if trying to entice him—but the fact that he’d reduced her to such a wanton creature only registered in the back of her mind. The rest was too focused on everything she was feeling. Almost all of her senses were engaged in the scene. The sound of the belt, the smell of her own musk, and of course the myriad physical sensations that were overwhelming her.
Seeing wasn’t any part of it though, her eyes were tightly closed, and her face hidden in her arms so that she could focus on everything else. It made everything more intense and it allowed her to drift away on the haze of sensations.
Which was probably why the sound of him talking to her, dragging her back down, was so irritating at first.
“You going to answer me?”
She struggled to remember what he’d asked, but she came up blank. “Uh… what did you say?”
He laughed. “I asked if you’d learned your lesson about trying to take the reins, darlin’.”
Ugh, yes? And no?She knew what he wanted to hear though. “You’re in charge, Sam…I mean, Daddy,” she assured him.
“That’s right. I am. And what does that mean?”
She groaned, why was he making her think right now? “It means…it means I have to do what you say?” she guessed.
“Good girl! Are you ready to come for Daddy now?”
“Oh, fuck yes! Please!” she blurted immediately.
She distantly heard the jingle of the belt being tossed aside, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then his hands were on her hips dragging her back to the edge of the bed. He guided the tip of his erection between her thighs, stroking it up and down inside the slick folds until it was slick with her juices and she cried out desperately for more.
He worked his way inside of her slowly, holding her with a firm grip by the hips to keep her from lunging back and getting what she wanted all at once. She tried anyway, so wanting to feel the whole hard length of him filling her and when he was finally fully-seated inside of her he stopped, staying absolutely still despite the strain.
She wanted to scream with frustration and tried to do the moving for him, but she was held too tightly in place. “Sammmm, please! You’re driving me crazy!” A little tease and denial was hot, but there were limits and as far as she was concerned they’d reached them.
His ragged breathing made it obvious how difficult it was to hold back, and all the squirming she was doing wasn’t helping either of them. “You want me to fuck you, Charlie?” he asked, and his voice sounded gravely with strain.
“Yes!”
“Then you better ask nicely.” There was a finality to the statement.
It was an order that said clearly if she didn’t comply, she wasn’t going to get what she needed. She whimpered softly into her arms, hating him in that moment. Verbalizing what she wanted and needed hadn’t been her strong point lately. Hell, she had trouble even knowing what her needs were right now, so talking about them was usually way out of her reach. It didn’t used to be like that.
But desperation forced her to obey because she knew, without a doubt, that he’d stop right there if she didn’t. She pulled her scattered brain cells together and tried to come up with a request she thought would please him. He seemed to like being called Daddy, so she’d go with that.
“Please, Daddy? Please fuck me. I want…I need you to let me come. Please, please? I promise I’ll be good.” Her voice trembled, almost stammering as she forced out the words. It was so hard to be so vulnerable, but she needed it so badly she had no choice but to comply.
For Sam, hearing her ask for it in the little gasping, whimpering voice was about the hottest thing he had ever experienced. He could tell she’d struggled to force the words out and it pleased him to humble her just a little after all the grief she’d given him during the week.
It wasn’t quite enough yet, but he did give her a brief reward, pulling back until he almost slid free of her body and then snapping his hips forward to plant himself deep inside again with a hard thrust that made her cry out. Her hands curled into fists clutching the blankets. He stopped again and could feel her writhing desperately trying to move under him.
“Are you sure you’re going to be my good girl, Charlie? No more attitude? No more going behind my back and trying to take charge? Tell me how good you’re going to be,” he ordered, almost growling the command. His hand slapped down with a good stinging swat to the outside of her thigh to encourage her when she didn’t answer immediately.
The words tumbled over each other as she hastily promised every form of good behavior she could think of, ending with “I promise, Daddy! I do! I’ll be so good!”
He didn’t believe she’d follow up on those promises for any longer than it took to get her what she wanted, but that was fine with him. He’d now settled his mind on the punishment issue, and the next time she acted up she was going to find out how hard he could be. For now, it was enough that she’d begged a little, and the sound of Daddy from her lips added an extra spice he hadn’t realized he’d love so much.
“That’s my girl,” he said, feeling pleased as he finally gave her what she needed. She was too far over the edge to want slow lovemaking. He knew exactly what she wanted and that’s what he gave her when he took her roughly. His hips snapped hard with slow, deep thrusts that rocked her forward. His fingers dug into her flesh as he held her in place, ready for the next one.
Occasionally he threw in a spank or two, to keep her ass good and hot while he took her. He loved the feel of the burning skin brushing against him as he slammed home each time. And every time his hand snapped down, she would whimper and squirm in a way that brought him to the edge of exploding. It was hard to hold back, to draw things out, but he wanted to feel her tightening around his cock first.
It wasn’t until he felt the ripple of her orgasm clenching around his length, heard her long exhaled moan, that he finally let go of the tight self-control and threw himself into giving her the good fucking he’d promised, stroking hard and fast and at just the right angle to completely destroy the last of her composure.
