“Put your hands behind your head,” he murmured. When I obeyed, swallowing hard, Jax clipped my wrists together. “So that Little Lulu can’t get in Daddy’s way, no matter how embarrassed she gets,” he explained.
Then he stepped back and regarded me from above, so high that it made my tummy flip.
“Perfect,” he pronounced. “Little Lulu’s pussy is all ready for Daddy to taste.”
I turned my face away, unable to watch as he lowered himself to the bed. His strong hands took hold of the backs of my knees and spread them wide, opening me so that I felt like an orange or a tangerine being spread in the rough hands of a hungry man. Jax’s handsome face hovered between my spread thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my newly bare flesh made me jerk in surprise and helpless pleasure, and I let out a tiny, questioning cry. Without the barrier of hair, every sensation felt amplified, more immediate. He licked me slowly, deliberately, as if savoring a delicacy.
“Mmm,” he hummed against me, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “So sweet. Daddy’s little girl tastes like honey.”
His strong hands gripped the backs of my thighs firmly, holding me steady as his tongue explored every newly exposed inch of me. I bit my lip hard, determined not to make a sound, but when he found my clit and sucked it gently between his lips, a helpless moan escaped me.
“There’s my good girl,” he praised, looking up at me with eyes dark with desire. “Don’t fight it. Let Daddy hear how much you love his tongue on your pretty little pussy.”
His mouth returned to its task with renewed vigor, licking and sucking with expert precision. Despite my best efforts to remain detached, my hips began to move against his face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop.
“You’re getting so wet,” he observed, sliding a finger inside me while his tongue continued to circle my clit. “Your pussy is practically dripping for Daddy.”
He added a second finger, stretching me in a way that made me gasp. The mixed sensations of his fingers pumping inside me and his tongue on my most sensitive spot were building a pressure I couldn’t fight. My breathing grew ragged as I approached the edge.
“Daddy’s cock is so big right now,” he murmured against my flesh. “It’s throbbing to be inside this tight little pussy. After your whipping, Daddy’s going to fuck you very hard.”
The news of my daddy’s arousal, combined with the relentless attention of his mouth, pushed me even closer to climax.
“Please,” I whimpered, no longer caring about my dignity. “Please, Daddy, I need?—”
Jax pulled his face away abruptly, leaving me trembling on the edge of release. His mouth glistened with my arousal as he gazed down at me, his eyes hard.
“There’s no chance you’re going to come before your whipping, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice firm, but tinged with amusementat my desperation. “Bad girls don’t get to feel good until they’ve been properly punished.”
I whimpered, my body aching with unfulfilled need. The sudden absence of his mouth left me feeling hollow, desperate. My hips instinctively arched upward, seeking contact that was no longer there.
“Please,” I gasped, forgetting my resolve to resist him. “I’m so close.”
His hand came down in a sharp slap against my exposed pussy, making me yelp in surprise and pain. The sting radiated outward, somehow intensifying my arousal even as tears sprang to my eyes.
“I’ve decided you need to feel my belt,” Jax announced. He gestured to the dresser, where I noticed for the first time a coiled length of black leather. I felt my forehead crease hard as I looked back up at him, my heart quailing at the stern look in his eyes. “To make sure you learn your lesson and understand completely the rule about bad girls only getting fucked with a sore bottom.”
“First, let’s get you out of this,” he said, beginning to unbuckle the tasting harness. His fingers worked quickly, releasing the straps that had held me so terribly open. As each restraint fell away, I instinctively tried to close my legs, but Jax’s hand on my inner thigh stopped me.
“Not yet,” he warned. “I’m not done looking at what belongs to me.”
When the harness was completely removed, he stepped back and gestured toward the pillows at the head of the bed.
“Take two pillows and pile them in the middle of the bed,” he instructed, his voice taking on that clinical tone that somehow made everything more frightening. “Then lie over them with your bottom raised. This is how you’ll prepare to receive Daddy’s belt. Whenever Daddy tells Little Lulu to prepare for Daddy’s belt, you are to do exactly this without hesitation or question. Do you understand?”
I nodded mutely, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Words, Little Lulu,” he prompted.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the childish title burning my throat. “I understand.”
I crawled toward the head of the bed, acutely aware of his eyes on my naked body. My hands trembled as I grabbed two of the thick pillows and arranged them in the center of the mattress. I hesitated only briefly before draping myself over them, the position forcing my bottom up into a vulnerable arch.
Behind me, I heard Jax moving to pick the belt up off the dresser. I heard the creak of the leather as he wound it around his fist.
“Daddy’s going to whip his bad girl now,” his deep voice declared. “Think about why you’re here, Little Lulu, with your little pussy shaved and your little bottom in the air for Daddy’s belt.”
CHAPTER 7
