by Cara Dee
Our bath time routine thus far has been filled with sweet moments, amazing orgasms, and exploring each other’s bodies.
There won’t be much that is sweet and sensual tonight.
Before I enter the bathroom fully, I remove all my clothes. The lights are dimmed low, creating a cozy atmosphere, and a few candles have been lit on the counter.
Usually, I wash her as I kneel on the floor, but this time I’m going in, too. The tub is big enough. Hell, three or four people could easily fit in there.
It’s when I step into the tub—on her opposite side—that she realizes I’m even here. The heat engulfs me, and I sigh contentedly.
She looks a little nervous, which makes me smirk.
“Comfy, baby girl?”
She gives me a slow nod. “Um. Yes.”
Now, now, where’s the brat? She’s being so shy all of a sudden.
“Can…can I make you feel good, Daddy?” she asks uncertainly.
Ah, I get it now. She thinks if she’s sweet, I will forget all about my plan to chastise her.
I am wound rather tightly, though. An orgasm before I begin sounds like a good plan to me.
“Or maybe you wanna cuddle with me?” she continues nervously, a blush creeping forward. She pouts.
I chuckle and hoist myself up to sit on the edge. “That’s cute.” I give my semihard cock a lazy stroke. Around her, one might think I’m thirteen again. I’m raring to go. “What you need is a mouthful of Daddy’s come. Get over here.”
Her breathing hitches, and her eyes grow lustful. She kneels in the water and scoots between my legs. Then she slides her hands up my thighs and drops a soft kiss at the head of me. I thread my fingers through her hair, making sure to grip it tightly.
As soon as she opens her mouth, I shove my cock down her throat.
Fuck, that’s it.
I groan when she gags on me. My head lolls back; I slip out then push in again. Or rather, I pull her down on me. I sit comfortably and move her head over me quickly, my quiet moans filling the humid air.
When her nails dig painfully into my thighs, I let her take a second to catch her breath.
“Oh…” She lets out a pitiful cry between choppy breaths.
“What’s that, little girl? Am I not nice?” I push away some hair from her face. “Get back to sucking, my disobedient little whore.”
Her eyes well up, and she breaks eye contact whenever I hit too deep and she chokes.
“Breathe through your nose.” I give her a moment, buried deep until she gets it under control, then slowly pull out. The underside of my cock slides along her tongue. “Focus.”
She takes a breath through her nose and swirls her tongue around me, earning herself a grunt of approval from me. Next, she cups my balls and fondles them expertly. I shudder, speeding up again. I don’t want her to enjoy this. I want the choking, the eyelashes thick with tears, and the pleading. Punishments aren’t for fun times where Daddy goes a bit rough.
“When I come, you won’t swallow.” I squeeze her jaw. “Are we clear?”
More tears well up, and she nods in understanding.
“Yellow?” I guess her safeword.
A quick shake of her head.
“Green?”
There’s a nod.
Then her throat is constricting fiercely around me as I push in all the way.
“Take it,” I hiss.
My muscles tense, my balls tighten, and the familiar tingling sensation starts making its way down my back. I breathe heavily and keep pushing in and out of her waiting mouth. When I pause, she’s there to lick, kiss, and stroke. In a matter of seconds, my orgasm takes over, and I give her a quick warning before I coat her tongue with my release.
“Don’t swallow.” I groan and close my eyes.
The climax shakes me with pleasure and leaves me relaxed, albeit breathing like I’ve run up the stairs a few times with her in my arms.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I catch my breath and peer down at my girl. She kneels in the same place, nervousness in her eyes, and mouth closed.
I smile.
“Wash me.” I touch her cheek. “If you do a good job, I might let you swallow Daddy’s come.”
The act of swallowing is an automatic response, and it’s clear Gemma fights the instinct the entire time she washes me. I’d imagine the pooling of saliva isn’t making it easier.
I roll my shoulders, and my chin nearly touches my chest as she rubs and washes my back. Her little hands press firmly along the muscles, drawing hums of pleasure and shudders from me.
“It’s so nice when your sassy mouth has nothing to say.”
She merely pouts as she reaches my front.
A deal is a deal. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed her wash-down, so I let her swallow before it’s my turn to clean her up.
She gulps and wipes her mouth, and I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around my hips.
“Have a seat, little one.” I grab the washcloth and kneel by the side of the tub.
I’m more thorough than necessary. I spend extra time soaping up her tits and pussy, which makes her mewl and beg for me. I pluck at her pretty nipples and tease the soft washcloth over them. Down her toned stomach, I drag the wet fabric until it slides between the lips of her pussy.
“We have to clean your little clit, baby.” I rub my fingers over it.
“Please,” she cries miserably and bucks into my hand. “I want more, Daddy.”
I tsk her but utter nothing else.
And when we’re all done, I tell her to go to our bedroom and get on all fours on the bed.
*
With the bag in my hand, I walk around the bed where she’s kneeling so I can see her face. Her cheeks are flushed, I note. Eyes downcast. How submissive of her. Her brown hair, damp from her bath, hangs down the sides of her face, so I gather it in my fist and yank it back. It makes her head tilt back, and her eyes finally meet mine.
She sucks in a breath.
“Why do I have to punish you today, Gemma?”
Her chest heaves, drawing my attention to her perky tits for a second.
“Because I was bad,” she whispers.
I nod curtly. “That’s right. Now, we’re going to use different safewords for this.” Letting go of her hair, I trail a finger along her jaw. When my thumb brushes over her lips, she licks the pad of it. “Suck,” I whisper, and she does. She sucks my thumb into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. I smirk. “The word you use if everything is green is ‘lollipop.’” She whines. “You love things to suck on, don’t you?” Her eyes darken. “Yellow is ‘sugar snaps.’ Because that’s the only vegetable my little Gem can eat without whining like an obstinate toddler.”
She whimpers and pouts around my thumb.
“Red is ‘cleaning,’” I finish, removing my thumb from her mouth. “No need to explain why I picked that word, right?”
She lowers her gaze again. “No, Daddy.”
“Thought so.” Reaching into the bag, I bring out a bottle of lubricant, a small vibrator, and anal beads. Considering that I will spank her till her ass is red, I’m pretty sure the intrusion she’ll feel from the beads will fade in comparison.
“Where did you—”
“Uh-uh-uh, no need to speak,” I tell her. I had a feeling she’d be surprised when seeing the toys. I want her to anticipate the moment I try them out on her. Lastly, I bring out a paddle with a leather surface on one side of it. I thought that would be a good way of easing into it, before I try the wooden side.
“I will use my hands a lot, too,” I tell her, smirking. Her blush reaches her tits. “And…” I slide my hands down her chest and pinch her nipples. “…my cock, too, of course,” I whisper in her ear.
She cries out when I pinch her nipples harder and twist them between my fingers.
I release her and leave her side, rounding the bed to kneel behind her on the mattress. What I’m greeted with is the sight of Gemma’s perfect ass, all on display for me.
I grin. My hands palm her cheeks roughly, eliciting a gasp from her, and then I let one hand strike her left cheek.
“Daddy!” she wails.
I pay her no mind.
After massaging the spot I spanked, I remove the towel and stroke my cock. My plan is to carry out part of her punishment with my cock buried inside her. I can only imagine how she’ll clamp down around me each time I smack her ass or push another bead into her bottom.
“You really are curious about pain, aren’t you?” I trace two fingers down the slit of her pussy, finding her wet and warm.
“I’m sorry,” she whines as I slam two fingers inside of her. “Aahhh!”
I spread around her arousal, pleased when she’s soaked. But it won’t be enough for what I have planned, so I reach for the lube and pour some into my palm.
“What are you sorry for exactly?” I ask next, gently caressing her tightest hole. She stiffens for a second but relaxes when I begin playing with her clit with my free hand. At the same time, I inch closer to her pussy with my hard cock. “Tell me, Gemma.”
She exhales sharply as I push my slippery index finger into her ass. God, so fucking tight. “For swearing lots,” she gasps. I stop rubbing her clit and grip my cock, slowly dragging it along her sex and toward her drenched opening. Her heat causes a shiver to run through me. “For not obeying.” I hum, agreeing. She should be sorry for not obeying me. Really, truly, fucking sorry. “For not being nice to you, Daddy—I’m-I’m sorry.”
With the tip of my finger inside her ass, I also push the head of my cock inside her pussy. Then, at the same pace, I slide my finger and my erection deeper and deeper into her.
“How does this feel?” I push in a little farther. “How does it feel to have my finger here?”
“It—it stings,” she admits, panting. “But it’s also…” I swivel my hips and bury my cock to the hilt. “Ungh, Daddy!”
I moan and close my eyes for a moment.
I release a breath, slowly moving in and out of her, both my finger and my cock. “I can’t wait to fuck your ass.” Leaning over her, I kiss her spine. “Is that something you want? Do you want Daddy to push his cock into your little bottom?”
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out and tries to push back at me.
A husky chuckle escapes me, and I withdraw my finger. Seeing as she’s relaxed, she can handle more now. The beads aren’t much thicker than my thumb, but it’ll be a nice next step. I have a butt plug to try soon, too.
“Are you going to answer me?” My hand makes impact on her left ass cheek, causing her to scream.
“Goddammit! Yes, Daddy, I want your cock in my bottom.”
“Such a filthy mouth you have,” I mutter.
For a moment, I fuck her roughly and ruthlessly, digging my fingers into her hips. She sobs around a moan and meets my thrusts, her silent way of telling me she loves it. She’s not handling orgasm denial very well. To my pleasure, it makes her desperate for my cock. Buried so deep inside of her that I can’t see an inch of my cock, I spank her right ass cheek once, twice, three times.
I groan and tilt my head back, feeling how her pussy contracts around me. It’s almost as if she’s sucking me in deeper.
She sniffles, and I check her “color.”
“Lollipop, Daddy,” she whimpers pitifully.
“Fuck,” I grunt and spank her again. “You saying that…reminds me of your greedy mouth. Always so eager to suck on something.” I pound into her and reach around her to circle her little clit. Christ, she’s so wet. “What else are you sorry for, you bad girl?” I slow down, too close to coming, and grab the anal beads. Stilling completely, I also grab the bottle of lube. She will no doubt need more of it.
“I’m s-sorry for acting out,” she weeps quietly. Looking up from what I’m doing, I see that she’s hanging her head—in shame, I hope. “I’m sorry for trying to push you away.”
Better. Communication is important in every relationship, but it’s downright vital in ours. We push each other’s limits every day, and we will continue to do so until we know more about one another, so she can’t go on and act like a brat when she wants something. She has to tell me what’s wrong. We’ll work on it.
I’m not a mind reader.
“There we go.” I lube up the simple black silicone strand with five egg-shaped beads on it. “I need you to relax now.” I knead her reddened flesh and bring the strand of beads up her thigh, wanting her to feel them. Circling her opening, I slowly push the first bead inside her. She stiffens. Which feels fucking amazing on my cock. “Relax, baby girl,” I say softly. “It will feel better soon.”
She takes several deep breaths, each one calming her down a little more.
A second bead goes in.
Then a third.
“Ow, Daddy.”
“I’m proud of you,” I murmur, impressed. “That’s it—let Daddy play with your cute bottom.”
I can’t help but groan. Since I’m still deep inside her pussy, I feel every constriction, every drop of arousal that coats me, and every shudder that rocks her.
“Please, no more!” She cuts off when I force a fourth bead into her tight ass. “Oww!”
I spank her ass gently, knowing that her automatic response is to tense up. “It’s supposed to hurt, Gemma. Take it for me.”
A gritted moan of both pain and pleasure escapes her, and I push in the last bead.
“Okay,” she pants. “I’ll do my best. I p-promise.”
I smile and drop a soft kiss on her spine. “I know you will, Gem. Because you want to be Daddy’s good girl, don’t you?” This time, she nods quite furiously. It makes me smile again. “Good. Are you ready?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters and fists the sheets.
That won’t do. “I want you to hold this to your clit.” I hand her the small vibrator. Reluctantly, she lets go of the sheets and takes the vibrator. “Run it on low. You’re definitely not allowed to come.” Not that I think she will.
The first few times I smack her on the ass, she cringes from tensing up so hard. Eventually, it gets easier. I continue my punishment, my cock inside her, and spank her over and over.
I introduce her thighs to the paddle, and her tears hit the sheets.
“It’s one thing to make a mistake,” I tell her, grinding deep into her. I wipe my forehead with my arm, itching to get off. “But to willfully go against my word? I won’t tolerate that.”
I squeeze and knead her flesh, eliciting pleas and sobs, and inspect my work. “Goddamn, this is beautiful.” Welts of red blossom over her skin. My marks.
I curse. Time to tend to my own needs. I fuck her pussy with long, deep strokes, all while twisting the beads in her ass. It makes her moan and clench down on me, effectively bringing me closer to my release.
My insides tense in anticipation, my breaths coming out choppy and labored. Letting go of the beads, I grip her hair instead and pull her back to me. She gasps, her shoulders making contact with my chest, and I don’t stop.
“So fucking wet,” I hiss in her ear.
“Please come,” she weeps, panting. “I want you to come in me, Daddy.”
I moan and speed up.
The familiar burn starts to spread in my body and, knowing that I’m about to come, I slowly pull the toy out from her ass. It’s another action that makes her clamp down on me, and the feeling is sensational.
I explode.
My head lolls back as I pump my cock into her a few more times, streams of come soaking us both.
“Fuck.” I start panting like crazy, my chest heaving with each breath. With another curse, I slip out of her and place the toys in the bag. I will clean them off later. Right now, as much as I want to collapse on the bed and fall asleep, I have a little one to check in on. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I gather her in my arms.
“Yeah, but…” She clings to me and whimpers. Her cute pout is also very much present. “I want to come, too, Daddy. Pretty please?”
I chuckle and carry
her into the bathroom. “Not today.”
She sulks a little as I sit her down on the closed lid of the toilet. Next, I walk over to the tub to fill it with water again.
“Can we still kiss and snuggle?”
“Always, my sweet girl,” I assure her. I need her closeness as much as she needs mine. “Come on. Another bath is in order. I’ll give you a massage, too.”
Her next “okay” is slightly happier.
She’s the happiest the next morning when she wakes up with her Daddy’s mouth sucking on her little clit.
Chapter 11
My bubbly girl returns to me, and she obeys with a smile on her face. She’s cuddlier than ever and, dare I say, more regressed. She finds excitement in the little things as well as the bigger plans we make. Agreeing to extend our stay until we’re off to Hawaii is an easy decision, and Gemma spends the next few hours shopping for bikinis and weather-appropriate clothes online. Some underwear slip into the cart, too…
I smile at her enthusiasm every time she asks for my permission or opinion.
I started off reading a book on the couch in the library, but with the number of times she’s called my name, I’ve now ended up in my study. I sit in my chair with her on my lap, and her fingers tap away on the laptop.
“What about these, Daddy?”
I rest my chin on her shoulder and eye the ruffled panties she’s checking out. “Adorable.” I hug her from behind, letting my hands wander up to her pert tits. “Are you excited for the festival?”
It starts tomorrow, and there are a few films I’ve read wonderful things about.
“Yup, yup.” Gemma nods and adds the panties to her cart. “Except for the weird movies. There are always some that are too weird.”
I chuckle and press a kiss to her temple.
*
“Okay, that was awful,” Gemma whispers as we exit the theatre.
I smirk and place my hand on her back, eager to get some food. “I’d say this one falls into that too weird category of yours.” I’ve learned we share a love for foreign film, but the one we just saw was atrocious. “The French one we saw yesterday was good, though.”
“Definitely. Speaking of French, I want French fries.” She giggles and snuggles close to me. It’s crowded on the sidewalk, people going in every direction. “If we eat now, we could make it to the Noah Collins movie.”
