He patted her bottom with the spoon.“Any disobedience or sass will be immediately punished.I can be a very stern daddy.”
Why did those words make her want to swoon?She literally felt light-headed as she gripped the edge of the countertop.She wanted to cry, or laugh.No, she wanted to come.
“Please take me, Daddy,” she asked in her best little girl voice.
“Interlace your fingers and put them on the back of your head,” he said gruffly.“And don’t move.”
He left the room and she felt abandoned until she realized he’d probably gone for a condom.Sure enough, when he returned, she heard the sound of the package ripping open.She wiggled her bottom, hoping to look tempting.
“I’m going to have a hard time not taking you morning, noon and night,” he said, sliding one finger over her swollen slit again.“But that’s not part of our arrangement.”He leaned forward and bit the flesh between her neck and shoulder, his sheathed cock angling between her legs.“You can tell me no,” he breathed in her ear, even as the head of his penis pushed into her.
She furrowed her brow, trying to decipher his meaning.He would be her daddy and spank her but not have sex with her?That just seemed weird.Wasn’t the whole point of the game a fetish?Something that turned him on?
“Put your hands back on the counter to brace yourself,” he murmured.
Just the wordsbrace yourselfhad her pushing back at him, eager for something rough and raw.“Please take me, Daddy,” she repeated.
He grabbed her hips and began to pump in and out with more force.“You’re a very good girl to give yourself so eagerly to Daddy,” he said.
She liked the praise and arched her back for him, clenching her pussy around his cock to make it tighter for him.
“Oh God, I love it when you do that,” he said, his movements growing rougher.“You’re so tight, just like a little girl should be for her Daddy.”
“Oh yesss,” she squealed.
He slammed into her and stayed and she let herself go, the orgasm rippling through her in a series of contractions.Joel wrapped both arms around her chest and lifted her upright, kissing her neck.“Good girl, Marissa.My little Rissa-Roo.”
The endearment sent another orgasm squeezing his cock.
She drank in his affection, in wonderment at how easy it was to please him.His expectations were clearly defined.All she had to do was do whatever he said.Her personality, her life had already been set up that way.She’d just never experienced such a sweet reward.
Joel slipped outof her and disposed of the condom, washing his hands.He put the robe back around her shoulders, holding it out for her to slip back on.He wrapped his arms around her waist to tie it in front.Picking up her hand, he pulled her to the barstools at the breakfast counter, lifting her to sit on one.
She giggled.“I can get up myself.”
“Not when your Daddy wants to do it for you,” he said, arching an eyebrow sternly.
She giggled again, tucking her hair behind one ear and peeking up at him.Adorable.
He set a plate in front of her and she smiled.He’d wrapped turkey in lettuce leaves and rolled them up with mustard and mayo into four little logs.A pickle and sliced tomato stood on the side of the plate.
“Mm,” she said, picking one up and nearly devouring it whole.“This is so good,” she said with her mouth full.
He smiled indulgently and dabbed mustard from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
She blushed and licked at it, teasing him with the sight of her little pink tongue.“Why are you being so nice to me?”she asked.
“It’s my job,” he said.“I took you on as my Little.That means I take care of you.”
She looked at him blankly.
“A daddy dom is different from a sadist.We like control, but we also like to care for our submissive.”
She sat up straighter.“So what exactly...what else do you like?”
He picked up one of her turkey rolls and fed her a bite.“I like to spank.A lot,” he admitted.
She blushed.“I got that part.”
