Despite the fact that he wants more, I can tell he means every single word that he’s said. It makes saying yes to things that much easier. I might change my mind when he’s not right here touching me, but we can be together in the club and co-workers and friends outside of it. He’s right that we are consenting adults. Sure, it might be complicated, but we can make it work…
I hope.
“Okay… we can try,” I say cautiously. “I want to be your babygirl in private and co-workers at school.”
The smile he gives me makes the decision worth it. It’s hard to regret something when he’s giving me that wolfish look. My insides clench, and my heart skips a beat. He looks both happy and hungry. I lick my lips, ready to relinquish control and let Colt lead the way.
“Good girl,” he growls, his hand slowly running up and down my thigh, petting my skin gently. I shift in his lap as the heat grows between my legs. Every stroke of his fingers brings him closer to the apex of my thighs, where I need him the most. I shiver when he barely grazes the wet gusset of my panties, arousing me further. It’s not enough. I need more—badly.
I whimper and wriggle myself closer to his hand, but he takes it away, not letting me seek out what I want. His other hand cups my breast, plumping and teasing over my clothes. He pinches my nipple, causing me to hiss out a breath, my core clenching, loving the bite of pain with the pleasure of being touched by him.
“Daddy…”
“Does my babygirl need something?”
“Yesss…” I hiss when he pinches my nipple harder, tugging on the sensitive bud.
He leans forward, gently licking and sucking at my neck—the sensations at complete opposites of the harsher touches to my breast. “What does my babygirl desire?” he growls against my skin.
“More…” I beg.
He chuckles lowly. “More what? Be specific.”
My cheeks flush with shyness. I love being dirty talked to, but I’ve never been any good at it myself. But I’m so worked up and want him so badly that I’ll do just about anything to please him. I want him so badly, I ache.
“I want you to touch me… m-my pussy,” I stutter out. “My breasts.”
His fingers trail up to my panties, stroking and rubbing me over the wet fabric. I throw my head back on a moan, wriggling my hips closer to the barely-there touch that’s only making my need for him worse. He massages my breast over my dress, giving me exactly what I asked for and nothing more.
“Under my clothes…” I gasp as his touches continue to ramp up my lust. “T-touch my skin.”
He stands me up in front of him and slowly unzips the back of my dress, letting it pool at my ankles. I stand before him in just my pink bra and panties. He lets out a growl of approval, kissing my stomach and up to the curve of my breasts over the top of my bra. He sucks my pale skin between his lips, sucking harder and harder until he leaves behind a bruise—marking me.
I’ve never liked that kind of thing. Hickies are something high school boys and girls do, not grown adults… but I love seeing his mark on me. I’m beginning to wonder what all I’ve been denying myself all these years, but I smash down that thought because I haven’t denied myself. I’ve been waiting for someone like Colt to come and wrest that control away from me. To completely and utterly stake his claim. I mentally shake my head. No… I wasn’t waiting for someone like Colt… I was waiting for Colt.
I can’t imagine another man having the kind of power over my body like him. There’s something about him that speaks directly to my base instincts. Whatever it is has my inner little ready to lay herself at his feet and do whatever he desires.
He stands in front of me, fully dressed in his suit and tie, looking proper and buttoned up but looking at me like a lion stalking his prey, and I’m the prey. I reach for him and push his jacket off his shoulders, and lay it over the arm of the chair. When I reach up for his tie, he grabs my wrists and shakes his head.
“I want to touch you,” I say, letting my desires be known like he commanded.
“Not yet. I’m not done touching you, my beauty.”
I flush at the praise. Have I ever been anyone’s beauty? I haven’t. I’m too curvy, too tall, always just too much of one thing or another. With Colt, I feel like his beauty. He makes me feel special. It’s a heady feeling.
I shiver when his hands run over my shoulders, down my back to the clasp of my bra. Within a second, he has my bra undone, and it’s on the floor with my dress. I gasp at the first touch of his big hands on my bare breasts. He hefts them in his hands, plumping them, then running his thumbs over my nipples.
My core clenches, and I feel like I might explode if he doesn’t touch me. As if he can sense my need, he slips his hand into my panties and lightly strokes my core. His fingers slip between my wet lips and rub across my clit. My legs buckle, and I would melt to the floor without Colt’s arm around my waist.
He walks me backward until my legs bump into the bed. Before I can sit, he turns me, and I find myself breathlessly over his lap, my bottom in the air.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” he asks with a growl. “You tried to run from me, naughty girl.”
“But-”
“No buts. You should’ve talked to me. We could’ve figured things out sooner, and both of us would’ve been happier. Instead, you avoided me every chance you got and kept me on tenterhooks.”
With a sigh, I grow slack over his lap, accepting his reprimand because he’s not wrong. I earned this spanking. “I’m sorry, daddy,” I say, meaning it.
“I understand why you avoided me, but avoidance is never the answer.”
“I know. I really am sorry.”
His hand caresses my bottom, tracing the edge of my panties, then pulling them down below my cheeks. “I think twenty-five… five for every day you avoided me.”
I nod, ready to accept his punishment. I grip his leg, preparing for the upcoming barrage. The first several swats are a tease… I know he’s warming me up. Preparing me for what’s to come. The next five tell me how right I was as his hand cracks down harder and faster.
“Ow, daddy! It hurts!” I cry out.
“It wouldn’t be a punishment if it didn’t hurt.”
His hand doesn’t stop landing on my bottom. I lose count around sixteen, unable to concentrate on anything but the red-hot burn from my spanking. I yowl when his hand smacks down on my sit spots. Tears are flowing freely now, and my heart feels cracked wide open, waiting for him to crawl inside and stitch it back together—a terrifying concept.
Colt rubs my cheeks, massaging the abused flesh, both relieving and igniting the fire burning inside me. My pussy is slick with desire. My body a livewire waiting for him to flip the switch and give my body what it really needs.
“That’s my good girl,” he coos. “You took your spanking so well.”
“I’m sorry, daddy…” I sniffle.
“And you’re forgiven, beautiful girl.”
He rights me on his lap, and I hiss out a breath at being sat upright on my flaming hot bottom. I wrap my arms around Colt’s neck and snuggle into him. He pets my hair, rubbing my scalp and stroking his fingers through the strands. My tears dry up, and I relax against him, utterly replete.
I take a deep breath, then sit up, looking him in the eye. “Thank you, daddy. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.”
His lips tip up in a smirk, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. “That’s why I’m the daddy, and you’re the sweet babygirl,” he says, digging his fingers into my side, causing me to giggle.
I squirm on his lap until I feel the hard bar of his cock under me, then I’m wriggling for a totally different reason. All the desire from before comes rushing back to the surface, and I rub against him wantonly, begging with my body for what we both want. I squeal when he flips me over, laying me on the bed. My heart thuds in my chest at the shock of being moved so fast. Colt is so big and strong he can throw me around like a rag doll, and I love it.
I never thought I would like to be manhandled so much, but it’s a fucking turn on. I always thought it would make me uncomfortable. I love my curves, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve always worried that I’m too heavy to be carried around. Colt does it like I’m as light as a feather, and I love it.
He doesn’t allow me to catch my breath before he’s ripping my panties down my legs and licking at my soaked pussy. My back arches as he circles my clit with his wicked tongue.
“Daddy,” I gasp at the sensation. I thread my fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair, messing it up. He laps and sucks at my clit, then moves lower, rimming my entrance before diving in with his tongue, fucking me with abandon.
He moves back up to my clit and sucks hard. I scream out my orgasm as it crashes through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches emptily, and I feel a moment of regret at Colt not being buried inside me as I come for him. I want to feel him deep while my release rips through me. I want to feel him come to completion with me.
Chapter Six
Colt
She tastes like fucking heaven. I could live and die by the taste of her sweetness. She arches, and her pussy floods my mouth with more of her sweet nectar. Darlene cries out as she’s swept away with her release. She collapses back onto the mattress, and I crawl up her body, kissing her soft curves as I go, paying particular attention to her gorgeous breasts. I suck first one nipple, then the next.
Her fingers shuffle through my hair as she looks down at me with hooded eyes. I regretfully pull away, standing. She rises to her elbows and watches as I strip out of first my shirt, then my pants and boxers. She lets out a little gasp as my thick length springs free, her eyes growing wide as I stroke it.
I bend and grab a condom from my pants, tossing it to the bed beside Darlene before crawling between her legs. I go back to teasing her breasts, licking and nipping at her turgid nipples as my fingers find her slick heat. I slowly push two thick digits into her, fucking her with them. I scissor them, opening her up for me. Preparing her.
When she’s moaning and moving her hips in time with my fingers, I roll the condom on my length and line myself up. I watch her eyes widen as I enter her for the first time. Her eyes fall closed, and her lips part on a moan.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight,” I groan as her pussy stretches around my girth. I thought her pussy tasted like heaven. I was wrong. This is heaven. Burying my cock inside my beautiful babygirl is heaven, pure and simple.
My mouth finds her breast, and I suck and lap at her nipple, hungry for more of her sweet body. Her fingers fist in the sheets as she arches into my lips. I inch inside her slowly until I’m buried to the hilt. I pause there, giving her a chance to adjust to my thick length even though it’s torture. Staying still inside her clenching heat is nearly impossible, but somehow, I manage to deny myself.
“Daddy… please,” she whimpers, moving her hips to get the friction I’m denying us both.
I kiss her lips slowly, stroking her tongue with mine until her kiss turns hungry. Her tongue dances with mine, her teeth bite into my lower lip, nipping me. With a low growl, I pull out of her sweet heat, then inch back in.
Her hips punch up, swallowing up the last of my length in one harsh motion. Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my ass. “You won’t break me,” she says with a growl of frustration. “Fuck me, daddy.”
I disentangle myself from her hold and flip her to her hands and knees. Darlene gasps, then looks at me over her shoulder with heated eyes, daring me with a lick of her lips to take her exactly how I want. So I do. I grip her hips hard enough she’ll be wearing my marks tomorrow and bury myself inside her in one hard thrust. She fists the sheets again as I lean over her body, gripping her shoulder and pulling her back into me with each thrust. She screams as I bottom out inside her pussy. The tight clench of her cunt has my balls drawing up and my spine-tingling, but I won’t give in to my release—not yet.
I reach around her body, finding her swollen and needy clit. She moans, pushing herself back into my thrusts as I rub her sensitive button. “You’re going to come on this cock while I fuck this naughty girl pussy.
“Yesss…” she hisses.
I slap her ass, and she cries out, her pussy locking down on my cock as her orgasm hits her like a freight train. I don’t let up on her clit until she’s collapsed on the bed in front of me, her ass still high in the air. I spank her again, bringing her release to new heights.
“Colt! Daddy!” Her head thrashes as she fists the bedding so hard her knuckles are white.
“That’s it, beautiful…” I praise. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
I fuck her straight through her orgasm and into another before I finally seek out my own climax. I pound into her tight sheath, fucking her so hard her ass bounces against my abs. I throw my head back on a roar as my come fills the condom. I have a brief moment of regret for the thin barrier. Something feral inside me wants to fill her up with me. Wants to mark her in the most primal way. I pull out, still in the throes of my climax, rip off the condom, and let the rest of my come splash on her ass. I rub my spend into the pink skin of her freshly spanked ass with my still hard cock, wanting back inside her but knowing she needs a reprieve.
I collapse to the bed beside her and pull her limp body into my arms. She cuddles into me, letting out a sigh as she catches her breath.
“That was…” she giggles lightly. “Beyond amazing.”
I chuckle at her assessment, pressing a hard kiss to the top of her head. “It was.”
Darlene snuggles closer, throwing one leg and one arm over my body, getting as close as she can. I hold her tighter, running my hand up and down her spine as we both come down from our high. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin. I pull the blanket over her body, and she instantly relaxes.
“Mm… thank you, daddy.”
I kiss the top of her head once more. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you, beautiful.”
“It’s only polite to thank the man who just gave me the most satisfying sex of my life,” she says, smiling against my chest.
I laugh. “Well, since we are being polite, I accept your thanks and return them.”
She makes another humming noise as she drifts. I lie with her in my arms as she falls asleep, loving the warm weight of her against my body. She fits against me like she was made to be here. There’s a part of me that feels like maybe she was made just for me. Everything inside me says that she’s meant to be in my arms.
She’s scared of what people will think, but with time, she’ll realize that no one will judge her, nor will they care if we are together. In fact, most of the faculty will be happy for us. I’ve been at the school for ten years and have made a lot of friends among the staff. All of them will be pleased to see me happy, and in return, they will love her for bringing me that happiness.
Now to convince her. For now, I will allow her to think this is just a sordid interlude that we can turn on and turn off on a whim. She’ll learn soon enough that it isn’t what she really wants. I know she wants more, and I will be here waiting to give it all to her.
I’m not sure how much time passes before Darlene rouses. She sits up with a yawn, stretching her arms. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
I smirk. “No need to apologize. I love holding you.”
Her cheeks heat with a blush. “Good thing I love being held.”
“Mm… very.”
We bask in each other for a few more minutes before we rise and dress. She giggles when she sees the mess we made of our clothes. “Seems like we will both be leaving a wrinkled mess.”
I pull her into my arms and kiss her soundly. “You’ll hear no complaints from me.”
She pulls on her dress and shivers again. Not liking to see my girl cold, I put my suit jacket over her shoulders. She shrugs it on with a shy smile. “Thanks, daddy.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “What did I say about thanking me for taking care of you
?”
She shrugs. “No idea,” she says cheekily. “Guess you’ll have to remind me.”
I playfully slap her ass, and she giggles. Her smile falls a few seconds later, and I pull her into my arms. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”
She sighs. “Just sad this is over…”
I shake my head. “We aren’t over. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. I agreed to explore this connection we have outside of school for your sake, but I refuse to let this be just one night. I think you feel the same…”
Darlene nods. “I can’t imagine walking away,” she admits.
I can hear the unspoken but in her tone. “But…”
She blows out a breath. “But I’m scared. I already feel so much… I don’t know how it’s possible to be,” she waves her arms between us, “So connected like this after such a short time. It’s scary.”
With a knuckle under her chin, I tip her head up so she’s looking me in the eyes. I want her to see the sincerity on my face when I give her my truth. “It is a little scary. Even I can admit that, but it scares me more to hide from the possibility of what this could be.”
She chews her bottom lip but nods in agreement. “Yeah, I think so too. Just…”
“I know. You want to keep things to ourselves, and we will… for now,” I qualify so she knows that hiding isn’t something I want to do but something I’m doing for her peace of mind.
“For now,” she agrees.
“Now, let’s get out of here. There’s a bath waiting with your name on it.”
She gives me a confused look. “Where exactly are we going?”
“My house. If I only get the weekend with you, I want every minute I can get.”
Surprisingly enough, she doesn’t argue, just follows me to the parking lot and my truck. I help her in, and she asks about her car. I let her know we will get it tomorrow and that I’m not ready to have her out of my sight yet. She seems appeased by my statement. I have a feeling she doesn’t want to be away from me either. It feels like the spell between us might break, and neither of us is prepared for that.
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