If that wasn’t enough, she confirms it with her next words. “Yes, I agree. Punish me.”
I move on instinct and place my hands on her hips, dragging her onto my lap until she’s sitting on my legs. Cynthia lightly places her hands on my shoulders and looks up at me. Once again, she has that look of complete trust in her eyes, and my groin throbs with desire.
“Let me think how I should do it,” I murmur. “I want to make sure you learn your lesson.”
She sucks her breath in as I press down on her thighs. Just from the way her eyes are dilating, I can tell she’s already turned on.
In a sudden movement, I surge to my feet, taking her with me. I keep my hands planted on her back so she doesn’t fall over. Then I tower over her and examine her pale face, alight with curiosity and anticipation.
“You need to stand very still,” I say.
Cynthia nods. “Yes.”
An urge pops into my brain, and I lean closer to growl in her ear. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I hear her shiver with delight, and it makes me hard in an instant.
I take a step back and look her up and down. She stands with her hands dangling at her sides, her wide eyes tracking my every move. I like her like this, primed and ready to do whatever I want. It makes me eager to do things that will make her scream in pleasure.
I pluck at the hem of her sweater with my fingers and then start to slide it up and over her head. She lifts her arms to help me remove it. I let the sweater drop to the floor and pause. She’s wearing a simple black bra, and I admire the way the straps stand out against her creamy skin. Her breasts rise and fall emphasizing their perfect roundness. Tonight, I want to take her in. Last time happened in a rush, and this time, I want to take it slow and savor every moment.
I skim my knuckles over her bare stomach, and I relish the way she instantly bites her lower lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. I bury my hand in her hair and caress her cheek with my other hand.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Cynthia’s voice is low and sultry. I adore her like this, freed of her inhibitions.
“But you were very bad today,” I say. “You lied to me. Are you going to misbehave like that again?”
“No, Daddy, I promise.”
I pull my hands away and circle her until I’m standing behind her. I grip her hips and yank her back against my own hips. “How can I be sure of that?”
“You have to believe me,” Cynthia gasps. “Please.”
“If you’re a good girl and take your punishment,” I murmur in her ear. “Then I’ll believe you.”
Cynthia lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a hum, and I take it to mean she’s excited for her punishment. My own cock pushes against her bottom, and I press it against her harder. I want her to feel how much I want her.
I move my hands to her front and unbutton her jeans. I slide them down her smooth thighs, salivating at every inch of her flesh that is exposed.
When her jeans reach her ankles, she steps out of them, and the movement is so delicate and graceful, my heart seems to burn with some deep-seated passion for her.
I turn her to face me, and I step back, pulling my hands off her.
I take in her entire body, from her bare feet that are surprisingly tiny, to her curved legs and her simple gray underwear, to the flat plane of her stomach, the lush swell of her breasts, and then the prominent collar bone, partially covered by the fall of her dark hair.
I watch as Cynthia swallows and her throat moves. I want every inch of her. I want to touch her, possess her, in every way imaginable.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I say.
Cynthia’s brows shoot up, but she only hesitates a moment before dropping to her knees. She places her palms on the floor, and then looks up at me with her trusting eyes. “Like this?”
My throat goes dry at the sight of her, and I can only nod.
I take a step so I’m behind her, and then I get on one knee as well, placing my hand on the perfect curve of her bottom.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” I ask.
I don’t want to just start spanking her, not without enough warning.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she says.
I lift my hand and bring it down, firm but not too hard on her bottom. Cynthia jolts a bit and gasps, but not as if she’s in too much pain.
“That was for lying to me about how you felt.” I keep a firm grip on her hip as I lift my hand again, then bring it down, slightly harder in the same spot as before. “That was for texting me instead of talking to me in person.”
This time Cynthia lets out the smallest whimper, and it nearly undoes me. The sound is at that erotic crossroad of pain and pleasure.
“And this.” I raise my hand one last time and bring it down hard enough to make her yelp. “Is to make sure you don’t do it again.”
I stay still for a moment, watching the bare skin peeking out from her underwear turn rosy from my spanking.
“Do you understand?” I ask.
“Yes, Daddy, I understand,” Cynthia says. “What should I do next?”
“Stay still,” I say. “I’m going to touch you, is that alright?”
Cynthia nods. “Yes. Please touch me.”
I move both my hands up her buttocks, slide them over her lower back, and then reach towards her stomach. I hold her steady as I slip one hand beneath the elastic of her underwear.
I raise my
