She’s going to pay for that—I’m going to ruin her before the night is over. She had her fun, but now it’s time for Daddy to teach this naughty little cocktease a lesson.
Eight
Lauren
I had a smile on my face when I settled into Walker’s arms for the second time. I was no expert at what I did for him by any means, but I figured out what he really liked while I teased him. Watching him squirm was fun, and I took it further than I intended, but he deserved it after what he did to me. I would probably pay dearly for it, but at least I made good on my promise once he gave me what I wanted. I enjoyed our date, and I wanted to spend time with him outside of the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if what we had could develop into something more than the pleasure we both craved, but I was willing to keep that door open. I never saw myself falling for an older man—much less losing my virginity to one. Walker was different. The age difference didn’t bother me at all—and I kind of liked calling him Daddy.
“Did I wear you out?” I leaned up and tilted my head slightly.
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “I’m just trying to decide what your punishment should be.”
“My—punishment?” I raised my eyebrows. “You started it.”
“Maybe I did…” He traced my nipple and slid his fingers down my abdomen. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get away with it.”
“I guess I do deserve a little punishment.” I moaned when I felt his finger get close to my clit.
“Yes.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “I think you need a spanking.”
“A spanking?” I exhaled sharply and grinned. “What if I like it?”
“Then I guess you just get to enjoy your punishment.” He sat up on the bed and grabbed my wrist. “Only one way to find out…”
I might have enjoyed having control for a little bit, but I loved the fierceness in his eyes and the sternness in his voice a lot more. Jamison Thorn was always rather rough with the girls he took to bed on Dangerous Thorns, and more than one of them had been punished by him. They always cut that part out of the show. The hint was there—but they went to commercial right before anything actually happened. My imagination usually did the rest. The show was steamy and didn’t shy away from sweltering scenes when two characters were in bed together—they definitely pushed against the boundary of what daytime television would allow. I wasn’t going to have the luxury of a commercial break. Walker was pulling me across his knee and seemed pretty serious about giving me a spanking.
“A naughty girl over Daddy’s knee.” He traced the curve of my ass with the tips of his fingers.
“I wasn’t that naughty.” I looked my shoulder at him and bit down on my bottom lip. “I gave you what you wanted—eventually.”
“Yes, it’s the eventually that got you in this position.” He narrowed his eyes.
“I’ll remind you again—you started it.” I moaned when his finger got close to my pussy.
“I’m going to finish it too.” He pulled his hand away suddenly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry, Daddy…” I groaned when I felt the sting spread across the surface of my ass. “I’ll be a good girl; I promise.”
Okay, this is a whole lot hotter than I expected it to be.
“Let’s make sure of that.” He lifted his hand again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking didn’t really hurt—it stung, but that just seemed to turn me on. It made my whole body quiver, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. Pleasuring him had brought the desire back, and the spanking just amplified it. There was no way that his finger or tongue was going to be enough to put out the fire that was building inside me. I felt his cock starting to come alive again as well. It got hard once the spanking started, and I felt it pulsate each time his hand came down on my ass. He liked having me in that position—at his mercy to punish as he saw fit. I earned the spanking, and I wouldn’t have taken what I did back for anything. If my reward was a sore ass, then I’d take my punishment with a smile on my face.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I squirmed on his knee. “You don’t want to punish me, Daddy—I know what you really want to do to me.”
“I’ll have this when I’m ready.” He slid his hand down to the entrance of my pussy and pushed a finger inside me.
“You’re not ready now?” I moved my hand to his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. “It feels like you are…”
“Not yet.” He pulled his finger out of my pussy and pushed my hand away. “You’ll get that soon enough.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Okay, that’s starting to hurt…” I bounced on his knee and whimpered.
“You should have thought about that before you decided to tease me.” He slid his finger between my thighs and rubbed my pussy. “It doesn’t feel like you’re ready for me to stop.”
He’s not wrong about that…
“Maybe I was a little naughty…” I bit down on my lip and tried to hide my smile.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You weren’t a little naughty—you were very naughty.” He rubbed my ass where the last smack landed. “Weren’t you?”
“Yeah…” I felt the desire getting really strong—like my body was trying to orgasm without actually being stimulated.
“What should I do about that?” He slid his fingernails against my skin.
“You should—keep spanking me…” I exhaled sharply and lifted my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The more he spanked me, the more excited I got. It was a strange feeling, to say the least. The loss of control was invigorating—my body just wanted to be dominated by him—I craved the gentle submission that I had never really experienced before. It wasn’t the same as having control taken when he teased me. It was more emotional than physical, despite the sting across the surface of my ass that was starting to burn. I wanted him to keep going, but I knew that it was going to start feeling like actual punishment instead of just turning me on if he didn’t stop soon. I had never been truly punished before—not like that. The lingering fear of disappointing my mother was always enough to keep me on the straight and narrow. My teenage angst and traditional period of rebellion was mild compared to the deep end some of my friends jumped off of.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Okay!” I bounced on his knee and grimaced. “I think I’ve been punished enough…”
“Do you really think you get to decide when your punishment ends?” He rubbed my ass and gave it a light squeeze.
“I—I don’t know.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “I’ve never been punished before.”
“Then allow me to educate you.” He moved his hand between my thighs and rubbed his finger against my clit. “Daddy is the one who decides when a naughty girl has been properly punished.”
That certainly sounds hot as hell when he says it—and I can’t deny that it’s still turning me on.
“Yes sir…” I moaned and felt my body quiver when his finger started moving a little faster.
“Good girl.” He pulled his finger away. “Now lift your ass and tell me that you’re a naughty girl that deserves a good hard spanking.”
Why do I feel so compelled to obey him?
“I’m…” I lifted my ass as he commanded me to do. “I’m a naughty girl that deserves a good hard spanking.”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to get.” His hand came down a little harder than before.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I whimpered and bounced on his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking got harder. There was less of a
break between the smacks. He had been giving me one on each side of my ass, but he started to land two in the same spot, which amplified the sting tremendously. My body began to quiver, just like it did when I felt my orgasm building while his tongue was on my clit. The realization hit me too late—he was going to make me come. I was going to actually come from being spanked. I had no idea such a thing was possible, but he was taking me to a place that had been buried underneath the surface of my subconscious. It was more mental than physical—like my body just found a way to process every bit of the pain as pleasure. I lifted my ass up to meet his hand each time it came down. A light moan echoed in my throat. There was no way to stop it—I was about to erupt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh fuck…” I slumped forward, and the pressure started to release.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My muscles tensed up for a moment, and then the orgasm seized control of my body. My pussy spasmed and then a feeling of bliss drowned out every bit of the pain. I wasn’t sure how Walker would react when he realized that the punishment had shifted so far away from torment that it was pure euphoria. If he was surprised, he didn’t let on. He just kept spanking me—each smack making the surging pleasure get stronger. The orgasm peaked and then started to subside. My head began to spin immediately, and I started to realize just how fast my pulse was racing—my heart was thumping in my chest even harder than when he teased me.
“I’ve never seen that before—a spanking made you come.” He slid his hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit, which sent a few more surges of pleasure through my body. “I guess it won’t be a very effective way of punishing you…”
“I don’t know what happened.” I exhaled sharply. “It just—felt good, even when it started to hurt.
Walker pulled me into his arms. I still felt the need burning inside me, like the orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy the real craving. I was ready for him to take my virginity. I wanted to feel him inside me. He seemed to sense that burning desire as well. His lips found mine, and he started to kiss me. My hand moved down to his cock, and I stroked the length as I purred into his ear. I was begging for him—even though I wasn’t saying it with words. He lowered me down onto the bed and continued to tease me with his lips as he slid between my thighs. I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. I was so wet that there wasn’t much resistance when he began to enter me. My pussy ached when it stretched around his girth, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him—every bit of him.
“You’re mine now.” He leaned forward and growled into my ear. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard—then I’m going to make you come again. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” I moaned and purred into his ear.
There was no denying that. He had taken control of my body, and I belonged to him. He could do anything to me that he wanted, and I would beg for more. The world of pleasure he had introduced me to was just the beginning. I felt the way my pussy spasmed when I erupted in bliss. It was going to feel even better when he was inside me. My body understood that on a primal level, even if it hurt when he pushed his cock deeper. He gave me a few gentle thrusts until he was against my hymen. It was no barrier for him—just another piece of my innocence to consume. He shifted his weight, gave me a few more gentle thrusts, and then a harder thrust tore through the membrane. It hurt, but the desire was too strong for me to even dream of asking him to stop.
“Keep going…” I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“Nothing can stop me from claiming what is mine.” He growled into my ear and gave me a hard thrust that pushed his cock deeper.
There was something in his words that connected with my soul. Was I foolish to believe they could be true? I wanted to be his. Lust had gotten me to that point, but I wasn’t sure it was what kept me there. Walker wasn’t just a secret fantasy anymore. I wanted to scream his name—call him Daddy—and beg him to keep his arms wrapped around me. I felt bound to him and it wasn’t a feeling that I wanted to end. We were existing in a moment that belonged only to us, and the emotions of it were almost better than the pleasure. My eyes were open to something I never imagined, and I didn’t want to close them again.
“You can go a faster…” I purred into his ear. “I like it when it hurts.”
“I plan to spend the entire weekend fucking this pussy every chance I get.” A light growl echoed in his throat. “I don’t want permission; I want you to beg for it.”
Walker gave me a few hard thrusts, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I might have been emotionally ready for him to drive every inch inside me, but I wasn’t there physically—not yet at least. He slowed down and started to gently drive his cock into the part of my pussy that had already adjusted to his girth. He was saving me from myself—I wanted it, but I wasn’t ready for him to truly fuck me. He started to give me two quick thrusts, then a slower one that pushed deeper. The pleasure mixed with the ache. He understood what I needed and gave me a moment to adjust every time he pushed a little bit further than he had before.
“You feel so fucking good.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “There won’t be any teasing this time.”
“No.” I moaned and dug my nails in a little harder. “I need it too bad.”
Walker gave me a few harder thrusts, and then I felt his skin against mine. The entirety of his length was inside me. He left it buried deep until I fully adjusted to his girth, and then he pulled back to the entrance of my pussy. The thrusts that followed were gentle at first, but they quickly picked up speed. The ache faded until all I felt was pleasure. When he went deep inside me, his cock throbbed against my g-spot. That was a magical feeling. He leaned forward until his abdominal muscles were against my clit—every flex as he drove his cock into me teased it for a second before he connected with my g-spot. I was in heaven—the only thing I felt was pure bliss. His lips continued to kiss my neck, and his hands moved against my skin. Every spot that could bring pleasure seemed to be stimulated at the same time. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build.
“You’re gonna make me come.” I exhaled sharply and my back arched against the bed.
“Many, many times.” He slid his hands to my hips and lifted up—then he started to drive his cock into me so hard the bed shook.
Walker squeezed my hips and started to pull them towards him as he hammered me with every inch of his cock. Our bodies collided like two waves hitting the same rock. The orgasm didn’t get teased and forced to simmer below the surface. He tore it out of me. The pressure released, and I felt my pussy start to spasm on his cock. Having him inside me while I erupted in bliss made the orgasm incredibly intense. His throbbing cock made the peak last longer. It lasted so long that I started to feel another orgasm building before the first one was done. By the time the peak started to wane, the next orgasm surged to life and I was there again. Walker throbbing cock slammed into my g-spot over and over.
“Don’t stop! Please—oh god!” My mouth opened wide, and a scream rushed from my throat.
“That’s right—beg for it.” He growled into my ear. “Beg Daddy to come inside you.”
“Please Daddy—please don’t stop!” I screamed again.
Walker’s thrusts started to hammer me into the mattress. The orgasms were hitting me like waves of euphoria that I couldn’t even process. I felt his cock throb, then it pulsated against my g-spot. He was about to explode inside me. I wanted that so bad—I wanted us both to exist in that moment of bliss. He drove his cock deep and then his head rolled back—a primal roar echoed in the room, and his whole body shook. His seed started to fill my pussy, and my body reacted with another orgasm. I wasn’t even sure I could come again, but he still forced it out of me. His hips kept moving while my spasms milked every drop of lust from his balls—then he gave me a few more harder thrusts once my orgasm began to subside. He seemed to be trying to ge
t another one out of me, but I was spent. I couldn’t even feel my limbs. I was numb from head to toe.
I may not even be able to get up off this mattress for our date—maybe that was his plan all along.
Nine
Walker
I pushed Lauren to her physical limit, and she took me to mine. I was like a man possessed when we were in bed together. I wanted to protect her while I devoured her. I had a burning need to claim her innocence and it overwhelmed me. She was so different from the others that graced my bed. They were just images in my mind that faded the moment I tasted Lauren’s lips. Nothing mattered except the woman in my arms. I chased that kind of feeling so many times that I had begun to believe it was nothing more than a dream that could never come true. It was an illusion that faded when I reached out to grab it. I searched for love and ignored my instincts. I should have been chasing the primal desire instead of the dream. Addiction was so much sweeter than love and I was definitely addicted to the woman that gave me her innocence.
Love is an emotional complexity—this is something else entirely.
Lauren and I stayed tangled in an exhausted embrace after our bodies were drained. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, and I listened to her soft breathing as I held her in my arms. I wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep, but I didn’t want to miss one single moment with her. A weekend sounded like a long time when I said it—but it suddenly felt incredibly short. Maybe she felt that too—and maybe her realization came quicker than mine. She was the one who pushed for more. As much as I enjoyed what we did, I knew she needed more than passion that burned through the night. She was searching for something too—proof that what we did was about more than just two people chasing desire. It might have started that way, but roots were beginning to form. If I wanted to keep her in my arms, I had to water those roots with actual romance.
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