That was exactly how she felt though.
She watched him pile the king-sized pillows in a line at the center of the bed. He had said they were done, but concern rose within her as she watched him. “Get up on the bed, your head on the end of the pillow, your bottom pointed up. Widen your knees around the pillow. I want that ass up nice and high.”
She climbed up quietly, not sure she liked where this was going — at all. But she was a little too frightened to argue at that point. Nothing said she wouldn’t be fussing at him about all of this though. There was only so much a girl could put up with quietly.
The cotton pillowcase felt cool against her cheek. She’d been upset and cried so much, that she had no doubt her face was flushed. In addition, the plug in her ass had her clit throbbing nonstop. She feared she might start humping the pillow.
I wonder how Daddy would deal with me masturbating on his pillow.
Just to test him out — a little — she ground herself onto the edge of the pillow, her clit rubbing upon the crisp, clean cotton.
“Hips up in the air. Now.” His large hand hoisted her bottom into prominent placement, not allowing her aching clit to touch the pillow any longer. “That plug makes you horny. Huh, baby?”
“Uhm… yes, Daddy.”
“You’re going to stay in this position for a while. I’m going to put a blindfold on you so you won’t be able to see when I’m in this room watching, or when I’ve left. If you’re a good girl, keeping still, not touching your bottom or pussy, and keeping that hot wet cunt of yours from pleasuring itself against my pillows, I’ll give you a good girl orgasm. However, if I find you rubbing, touching, or grinding your sex on anything, you’ll be given a spanking. I want you aroused to the point of losing your mind. I want you dripping onto my bed and my hand — not yours. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck! How in the name of hell am I going to do this?
“Waiting and obeying is part of your lesson.” The bed dipped when he knelt beside her. “Let me get you started.” He slid the blindfold over her head, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail. Cade’s hand slid up her back until it paused on her scorched backside, plumping and squeezing the flesh there. His fingers pumped into her sex, and she ground her hips downward, hoping to get a little rub from the pillow.
A swath of fire erupted across her ass. Cade growled, “I warned you, little girl. Ass up.” He swatted the other cheek, both buttocks now burning. His skilled fingers glided up to her clit, lightly circling it.
Sunni grit her teeth, her thighs trembling. “Oh God, Daddy. I-I can’t do this.”
“You’ve just started, baby. I plan on having a lot more fun with this hot cunt and ass of yours. Then, if you’re a good girl, and ask real nice, I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming.”
Just hearing him say that he’d fuck her had her hips thrusting forward. She groaned, and felt like she might burst into tears with the frustration. She wanted to fuck him more than anything, but how would she hold still? How? He twisted the plug inside her, the tight ring of muscles around the neck of the plug clenching tight, her whole body stiffening in response. Unexpectedly, he pulled on the plug then, eliciting a shout from her. The tug and burn in her anus had her reaching back to prevent him from doing it again.
“Uh-uh. Bad girl. Put your hands in front of you.”
Cade slipped his fingers into her sex again, swiping against the slick, tender tissues inside, the muscles clamping upon the long digits. He wiped his hand on her hip, her scent filling the air, and then without any further instruction or words of warning or comfort, he stood up from the bed, leaving her feeling empty.
If he’d had clothes on, she might have been able to hear the brushing of his pant legs or the rustle of his shirt, but with him naked even those clues were absent. Though he’d said he had turned the heat up, her body shivered, her sticky juices on her thighs cooling upon her skin. If she could get the throbbing to stop — and simply obey him — she might have a prayer of getting her brains fucked out.
God knows I’ve been looking forward to this. Just hold still, Sunni!
It was easier said than done.
She shifted on her knees, hoping if she widened her stance more, maybe it’d help. But once she moved, the plug jostled her pussy, constricting so tightly that she swore her eyes rolled permanently to the back of her head.
Fuck it! Just go with it — let your body find release.
She didn’t stop the rolling tremors and rhythmic pulsing. Didn’t even try. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood. And at moment, she heard his growling voice.
“If you come, I’m taking my back scratcher and spanking your pussy and clit.”
What the fuck did he say?
She looked back in the direction his voice had come from, rising up onto her hands and knees. “Now, wait a minute. This is fucking torture. I don’t think I know how to hold an orgasm off — and I’m not sure I want to! I’m pretty sure you promised to fuck me, so can we just get on with it? I’ve been good. I haven’t rubbed, or touched myself, or done… anything.”
“Correction. You’ve been good for five minutes. Is that how you talk to your Daddy?” She jumped at the tone of his voice. He had crossed the room and was standing on the other side of her.
Damn him!
She tried turning toward his voice again, only to have her head pressed firmly down upon the pillow again.
“Looks like I’ll be showing you what happens when you’re sassy. Keep your head down.” She heard drawers opening and closing, and once again, the mattress dipped with his weight.
“Daddy?” Her voice sounded small to her own ears.
“Yes, sweet pea.”
“I just want you to fuck me.” She felt tears running down her cheeks, part of her just plain mad at what he was doing to her. Was it so bad that he promised and she wanted it? She’d been obedient. Well, kind of, anyway.
“Well, hell.” Cade sighed loudly, clearing his throat, his voice sounding raspy. “I just want to fuck you too, sweetie. But I’m also trying to show you how I expect you to behave. This is all new to you. You’re to submit to me and my authority, even if you don’t like it very much. That’s the point, actually. Submission is easy when it’s something you want to do. It’s when you’re busy, or have a thousand things to do, and I ask you to present your ass to me — that’s when submission is difficult. Or when you want me to fuck you senseless — and trust me, kitten, I will be fucking you senseless — and instead, I make you wait, writhing in need. That’s when obeying Daddy is difficult.”
His hand cupped her sex. “And by the way, your hot little cunt is dripping down onto the pillow, sweet pea. Christ, I can hardly wait until I can finally pound myself into you.”
“We can forget all about it and do that now. Please?”
“It wouldn’t be a favor to you — or to me. Trust me on this.” Something slapped against her ass, something that stung like blue blazes, but wasn’t stiff or hard.
“What the f — what is that?” The last thing Sunni needed to do was swear again and incur more punishment. This was already plenty hard enough to deal with. She didn’t need to make it worse.
“Good catch, little girl. It’s my leather paddle.” He continued to slap her bottom, but the focus of his swats seemed to be on her thighs. She danced on her knees, trying to move her legs out of his reach. He, of course, would have no tolerance for that sort of behavior, tucking her against his body as the next few slaps of that evil leather stayed focused upon her thighs. Although she’d told herself that she’d be stoic, and take those strokes, showing him she could be his good girl, she found herself crying—again. She had spent more time crying around the man than she even wanted to think about.
A sob escaped, sounding more like a cough than crying, but the paddle ceased and he pulled her into his lap. “Daddy’s girl, my poor baby.”
He took the blindfold off, and even though the room wasn’t well-lit, she squinted a
gainst the brightness peeking between her lashes. Before she could swipe at the tears, the pads of his thumbs wiped them away. His deep voice rolled over her, warming her insides and reawakening her clit. “Do you think you’ll keep your sassy remarks to yourself?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You can ask questions, but you need to be respectful. And you also need to keep in mind that just because you asked, doesn’t mean Daddy is going to always say yes either. I want you to be happy, baby, but ultimately the decision is mine. Understand?”
Sunni paused, watching his face closely. Did she understand? On some level she did, but she really liked having her way. ‘Being in control,’ as some might say. But she liked that he was in charge, she liked having him make the decisions, and take care of her. And most days, she wasn’t sassy at all. It just wasn’t her nature, but on other days her “Irish” would rise up and she’d give anyone within range, pure hell. Was she ready to give up some of her independence in exchange for the wonderful cuddles, fatherly love, and the protection that she’d never had as a child?
Sunni smiled up at him. “Yes, Daddy. I understand, and I’ll try to be a good girl. It’s just… I’m not sure if I can do it.”
He kissed her lips softly, beaming at her with that smile that had warmed her for years. Even as a child, she would strive to obtain one of those radiant grins of his. She swore she’d do just about anything at this stage of the game to receive his praise.
“Sweet pea, if you’re willing to try and be my good girl, trust me, I’m here to help you and catch you when you can’t behave. Daddies love all the time — good behavior or bad — and I’m not afraid of your feelings. I’m a grown man who is more than capable of dealing with a sassy, angry, naughty girl — and still be happy to hold her in my arms, loving the fuck out of you the rest of the time. Deal?”
She giggled back. “Deal!”
Cade leaned forward, covering her mouth with his, kissing her slowly, exploring every inch of her. Her clit throbbed, her sex still aching for his touch. It felt like hours that she’d been looking for some relief. She slid her hand down her body, dipping her finger between the lips of her pussy, leaving it sticky with her juices.
Instantly her hand was snatched away, and enveloped in his large, dinner plate-sized paw. “You will not touch yourself or bring yourself to orgasm unless you have permission. And you will most definitely not do that while I’m present. Stroking that clitty is my job, and one that I’m looking forward to.” He placed her hand back on the bed, giving her a stern look.
And here we go!
Sunni felt a fit of temper bubbling up within her. What the fuck? It was still her body, wasn’t it? And if they were going to be fooling around and all that jazz, what the hell difference did it make if she touched her pussy — or if he did — as long as she received an orgasm? Wasn’t that the goal after all? She furrowed her eyebrows at him, wanting him to understand that she wasn’t happy… without actually saying it.
He put his forefinger between her eyebrows, rubbing the skin there. “Let’s make this go away before you get in trouble. No pouting. Those are the rules, and trust me, kitten, you will be punished for touching yourself.” His hand cupped her sex, pressing the heel of his hand against her mound. Sunni took a sharp intake of air, her eyes closed, her hips rising to press against him even harder. His fingers slipped into her, and she moaned, grinding on his hand, her arousal peaking quickly. Just as she thought she might finally reach that summit of her orgasm, his hand pulled away.
“Onto the pillows with you. Let’s see if you’re able to lie still this time.”
Her body was still quaking. All it would take was a puff of air upon her clit, and she’d explode. He was going to fucking kill her at this rate.
Helping her over the pillows, he replaced the blindfold over her eyes, and she was immersed into the quiet, darkness once again, forcing her to endure her need, the arousal and submission warring within her more strongly than ever.
Chapter 14
Cade leaned against the door frame, watching her. He knew she was beside herself with need, but this was the time to set the standards, the baseline for how he wanted this relationship to proceed. He would be the Daddy, the dominant one in this relationship. She would be his little girl, his submissive. There would be rules, discipline, punishment — along with a ton of orgasms — and the most important thing of all.
Love.
She needed to have the security of knowing that once he said something, he’d stick with it. That his word and consistency were almost as important as taking care of her. He stared at the beautiful woman before him, ass in the air, her honey dripping down in long, sticky streams upon the pillow under her hips. His cock had turned to a steel rod at the sight, and every time her hips jerked with her arousal, his cock jerked in sympathetic response.
He was a little amazed at how quickly he’d fallen for her, but this situation was different. He’d known her for years. And although he had never had feelings for her — and never would have imagined that he’d be in a relationship with her as an adult woman — he’d always cared and loved her. Sunni had a pleasantness about her that people saw immediately.
Her nickname fit her well; she brought happiness and light into a room. She’d never had an easy childhood. Being fatherless — and the oldest — she spent her youth dealing with adult issues and concerns that his daughter Brittney couldn’t have even fathomed. He had sheltered his daughter, but he hadn’t spoiled her. Spoiling a child went against his grain, having watched too many otherwise good kids turn into unruly adults. He’d been strict and stern many days, but he made sure he’d spent just as much time coddling and protecting her from the concerns of life.
Poor Sunni. She never had that luxury.
But she was an adult now, and he would be taking the opportunity to give her all the things she’d missed out on as a fatherless child. He just needed to make sure that when his daughter came home to visit in a few days, Brittney didn’t throw a monkey wrench into what had become a very nice beginning to a relationship. He’d enjoy having his daughter home, but he wouldn’t allow her to complicate his life, then flee back to California. Sunni and Brittney had been great friends, and he hoped as adults they might be able to rekindle that friendship.
Cade quietly walked over to the bed, leaning forward to place a kiss on the small of her back. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
At first she startled, then her whole body relaxed, and she exhaled deeply, trying desperately to comply. “Sweet pea, obedience is always rewarded.”
“Thank-fucking-God. I think I’m ready to burst into flames!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at her exclamation. “I’m sure you are, and I have just what you need for that fire, baby.” Cade situated himself between her legs, her body still draped over the pillows. Pressing his hard cock into the seam of her ass, the recently spanked cheeks were still warm against his groin, his balls bouncing against her sex, her sticky sweetness coating them.
He could have just plowed into her but he took the opportunity instead to drive her a little more insane with her need to come. He had become so hard and on the verge himself, he hoped he could continue toying with her a bit longer before the need overcame him too.
Cade slid his cock through the seam of her sex, gliding through the slippery folds, not entering her but teasing, bumping harshly against her clit. Her sighs and mewls made him tingle, but he kept at her. His dick slipped ever so slightly into her channel, not enough to fill her, but just enough to send her thrusting her hips backwards, forcing him deeper. Cade laughed at her gyrations, pulling out and leaving Sunni growling, clenching the bedspread in her white-knuckled fists.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Jesus H. Christ, I need you to fuck me!”
His romantic little slut. He would be looking forward to many more nights and days like this, taking her over and over until they would collapse, spent.
“All right, girl. You ask
ed for it. Here’s your fucking!” He knew from watching her that she felt the need as urgently as he did. There would be no gentle pushes and prods, no sweet nibbling tonight. Tonight, he’d be pounding into her, biting her shoulder, twisting and pinching her nipples — and any other parts of her body at hand — along the way to their mind-blowing orgasms.
His hand dug into the soft flesh of her hips, steadying her so he could impale her fully and up to the hilt in one thrust. His balls screamed and he swore one of them slipped into her channel when he rammed himself fully into her.
She groaned with an animalistic growl that he was sure made her throat raw. “Oh Christ, Cade!”
He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t sure he could back off at that point, and more importantly, he wasn’t sure he was coherent enough to even ask. “You… okay?”
“No. Fuck me. Hard!” She screamed the last word and immediately sent her hips to rocking back on his cock, giving him all the permission he needed to pound her pussy.
“Jesus!” He knew that at that pace and intensity he wouldn’t last long at all. “Come, Sunni!”
He pressed on the anal plug with his thumb, giving it a twist just as he pulled partially out of her sex, then hammered back in. Right on cue, she cried out, stiffening, her hot cunt clenching him in such a vice-like hold that he swore he almost screamed like a girl. A strangled groan tore from his lungs and he arched his back, pushing into her as steady streams of his hot seed gushed into her dripping, pulsing pussy.
Sunni quaked and quivered, her sex strangling his now spent penis until he asked, “You okay, baby?”
She didn’t respond right away, her hips continuing to rock against him, her body trembling. Then she murmured, “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.”
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