I consider removing her shirt but decide against it. She’s going to be aroused enough without the extra exposure, plus I can still toy with her nipples through the thin cotton if I want.
I palm her naked bottom. It’s so pretty. So perfect. Smooth. Flawless. It will look even more delectable after I pepper it until it’s hot and pink. “Give me your hands, baby.”
She reaches behind her back and I clasp her wrists in one hand at the small of her back.
As I palm her bottom, I continue instructing her. “I want your knees parted, Eve. Wide enough that I’m certain you aren’t able to get yourself off from rubbing your clit on your own. If you disobey me and pull your thighs together, I will flip you over, part your knees, and swat your clit, understood?”
She gasps. “Yes, Sir.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“Keep my legs parted, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Are you wet, Eve?”
She nods against me.
“Words, baby.” I want her deep in her space.
“I’m so wet, Daddy. My pussy aches.”
I know my cock does. Glad I’m not alone. “Good. You don’t have permission to come while I’m spanking you. I decide when and if you get to come, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” It’s time. I lift my hand and give her the first round of swats, peppering her all over without enough pressure to do more than warm her up.
She moans and squirms a bit on my lap, trying to get comfortable. That’s okay.
“May I continue?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
Damn, her bottom is pretty as it turns a darker pink. I love the feel of her skin warming under my palm as I spank her, hitting the sweet spot at the juncture of her thighs intermittently.
She’s panting and wiggling when I pause to rub her bottom again. “Feel better, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is soft. She’s sliding into subspace.
“One more round? A little harder?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I hold her tighter and nudge her knees farther apart before I resume spanking her bottom and her upper thighs. I keep it up until she starts whimpering and squirming more consistently.
The moment I stop spanking her, I reach between her legs and find her soaked pussy. When I thrust a finger into her, she cries out. She’s so close to coming. I love that I did this to her.
I continue to hold her down across my lap while I finger her, thrusting in and out of her soaked channel while teasing her clit with every pass.
Her legs start shaking, and she arches her chest upward on a low moan. “Colton…”
“That’s it, baby. Let it feel good. Come on Daddy’s fingers.”
She goes completely rigid at that command, her orgasm consuming her a moment later. The pulses of her release make my cock harder than it’s been all day. I need to be inside her, but I need to make sure she’s okay first.
As her orgasm subsides, I release her wrists and carefully turn her around so that I’m cradling her in my lap.
She grabs onto my shirt with her fist and holds on tight as her labored breathing slowly ebbs. When she eventually tips her head back to look at me, her eyes are clear, and I know she’s no longer in a deep subspace. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” It warms my heart to see her sated and relaxed.
She bites her bottom lip. “Would you mind if I…”
I cock my head to one side. I have no idea what she’s about to say. “If you what, baby?”
“Could I suck your cock, Sir?”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Is that what you want, baby?” How often has a woman asked me if she could suck me? I’m going with never. My dick is suddenly ten times harder.
She nods. “I really really want to taste you.”
“Then by all means.” I release her and hold out both arms as if to indicate there is no way I would interfere with such a suggestion.
She slides down between my legs and goes to work unfastening my jeans.
While she does so, I lean over and pull her shirt off. If she’s going to give me a blow job, I want to see her naked tits bouncing with the effort.
Eve is very cautious as she releases my cock. When I lift my hips and tug my jeans down to my thighs, she touches me very tentatively and then blinks up at me and gives me an embarrassed grin.
I start to speak, but then realize she’s little. She’s in a role. She’s in a headspace of innocence and awe. I won’t interrupt her, but I find it fascinating how she can have sex with me in either persona.
When she flicks out her tongue to taste the precome on the head of my dick, I lose a piece of myself to her. This woman fucking owns me. It may be the other way around in her mind, but the truth is that she owns me. Hands down.
Every move she makes heightens my arousal. I can’t take my eyes off this precious woman who is licking my dick and palming it like she’s never seen one before. Like she hasn’t seen mine before either. It’s fucking hot.
I groan the first time she covers the tip with her lips and sucks me into her warmth. I’ve never been this close to orgasm with so little stimulation. Her every movement is tentative and naïve. Gentle.
She glances up at me every few moments as if asking me if she’s “doing it right.” I stroke her hair gently and convey just how precisely right she’s “doing it” with my eyes and my ragged breaths.
She resumes, increasing her efforts until I can’t hold back another minute. I cup her face. “I’m going to come, baby. If you keep that up, you’ll be swallowing.”
She hums around my cock and draws it in deeper, so deep that my eyes roll back and I lose the battle. My orgasm slams into me, and my God does it feel good when Eve
