Her eyes lock on mine and her swollen lips fall open.
“Tell me what to do, Daddy,” Cynthia says. “Please, tell me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Cynthia
I become someone else when Nate touches me. Or rather, I become a totally uninhibited version of myself. It’s as if he sets me free. I’m no longer embarrassed, no longer hesitant.
When he told me to touch myself, I couldn’t believe how aroused I got. But then I didn’t question it, I just did it. And it felt amazing. The way he looked at me while kneeled in front of him almost made me come right then and there.
I want him so badly that my entire core is throbbing. Ever since he declared that I needed to be punished, I’ve been eager to feel him inside me.
The foreplay was perfect though. When he spanked me, it hurt, but not in a bad way. The sting of pain seemed to somehow send vibrations through my pussy and clit until they were practically buzzing.
And now my body has reached a fever pitch.
“Tell me what to do, Daddy.” I press my hands against his chest. “Please, tell me.”
Nate’s eyes smolder as he looks down at me. Then he sits down on the couch, and pulls me in between his legs. “Straddle me.”
My stomach flips with nerves and excitement. I’ve never been on top, obviously, but I trust him to help me learn. I rest my knees on either side of him and lower myself onto his lap, his erection pressing between my legs.
“That’s good, Cynthia,” Nate murmurs. “Here, let me help you.”
He presses one finger against my opening, and I see him smile when he feels how ready I am. Then he uses his other hand to guide me to the tip of his cock. Slowly, I sink onto him, groaning as his hardness presses into me.
“Are you ok?” Nate asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh God, yes.”
He closes his eyes and grunts in satisfaction as I take him deeper inside me. I lower myself until he’s completely embedded in me, and then I let my body adjust.
“You feel so good,” Nate says. “So good.”
He fills me to the brim, and already I can feel his erection pressing against a spot deep within me. I tip my head back and grind my hips.
“That’s good,” Nate says. “Find your rhythm.”
I nod and begin to move a bit faster. Nate gasps and digs his fingers into the soft flesh at my hips.
A wave of pleasure hits me, and I move up and down as well as forward and backward, exploring every angle. Nate surges below me, plunging himself deep inside me.
“God, you feel so good,” he says. “I want to do this again and again.”
“Daddy,” I gasp. “Yes, Daddy.”
I squeeze him with my thighs, and he lets out a cry of pleasure.
He reaches between us to stroke my clit with his thumb, and at that, I’m utterly lost. I arch my back and tip back my head as a scream of pure bliss is torn from my mouth.
After all the sensual foreplay and the anticipation, at last I plummet into my orgasm, my vision blurs into sparks as ecstacy radiates from my core all the way to my fingers and toes.
I grip Nate’s shoulders and feel myself shudder around him. He cries out as an answer to me and buries his face in my neck as his body is overtaken by his climax. I feel him plunge into my depths, and I sense the moment he releases inside me.
I come down from my climax and gasp to catch my breath.
Both our bodies are damp, and I stay on top of him as I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head against his chest.
He holds me tight and leans back against the couch, and we just sit like that, two bodies intertwined, for long moments.
A heavy drowsiness sinks into my limbs, and I let out a sigh of pure contentment.
Nate rubs my bare back, and my skin tingles everywhere his hands touch.
“I’m not leaving,” Nate says. “Not this time.”
“Ok.” I smile against his chest.
I don’t want him to leave. Now that we’ve established that we’re going to be lovers, and now that I’ve finally accepted my inability to resist him, I’m happy to bask in his company.
There’s something about his presence that’s so reassuring, and so comforting. It’s not just the sexual chemistry, it’s how he is so much at ease which puts me at ease as well.
I pull away and Nate slides out of me. I squirm over until I’m sitting next to him on the couch. Suddenly shy, I cross my arms.
Nate shakes his head. “Don’t hide from me. You’re never this timid before and during.”
“I know,” I say. “But it’s like my brain starts working.”
“Well, tell your brain to shut up,” Nate says. “You don’t need to cover yourself in front of me.”
I smile and let my arms drop. “Ok.”
Nate’s eyes twinkle.
I scoot to the end of the bed and stand up, feeling his eyes appraising me.
“I’m going to clean up in the bathroom,” I say.
Once behind the closed door, I peek a glance at my naked body in the mirror. I’ve never had low self-esteem, but I’ve also never thought of myself as beautiful. I wasn’t too concerned with that. I valued other things besides physical looks.
But Nate says I’m beautiful. Nate says I shouldn’t hide.
I smile and start to relieve myself.
Afterwards, I pull on my bathrobe and splash some water on my face.
When I emerge from the bathroom, Nate is waiting outside in his boxers. He leans down
