I expected him to continue spanking me there, but the tenseness in his fingers faded away. Instead, he slid his fingertips up and down my sore flesh and I came to the sudden realization that the spanking between my legs had made me even more aroused.
“Lie down and place your hands behind your back, little girl. You will keep them there for Daddy. If you move them, I will have to tie you up and then I’ll have to remind you what happens to naughty girls who forget to follow Daddy’s instructions.”
I shuddered hard and licked my lips. Carefully, I arched upward and slid both hands behind my back. I folded them together and then laid down on top of them, effectively binding myself at his command.
“Good girl,” he praised, and he kissed my inner thigh. My body tensed with arousal, nervously awaiting what he would decide to do with me next.
“Daddy is going to play with this little pussy now. Remember, you are not allowed to come yet. Perhaps if you beg enough, I might just allow it,” he continued.
I moaned, arching my hips up toward him. His warm wet lips continued up my thigh with soft kisses that sent fiery bolts of pleasure cascading right to my clit. I sucked in a breath, nervously wanting his mouth on me but afraid to ask for it all the same.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He kissed the edges of my folds, edging closer and closer to the needy bud that called for him. Gently, he teased me by licking along the cusp of my entrance.
His fingers dug into my hips and he roughly pulled me forward so that I was on the edge of the bed. He gazed down at my pussy and I squirmed beneath him, hating that he could see how much I was turned on and loving it all the same.
His thumb brushed against my clit so lightly that I shivered, a tiny cry escaping me at his expert touch. I arched toward him as my nipples tightened into stiff peaks. I wanted to move my hands. I wanted to touch myself, but Daddy had told me that I needed to keep them right where they were.
I wanted to be a good girl for Daddy.
I wanted to be given permission to come for him.
His lips descended onto my clit and my back arched cleanly off the bed. He surrounded my needy bud with his mouth and sucked in, gently at first, but the feeling drove me mad with desire. I keened immediately, feeling a lightning bolt of pleasure race down straight to my core. My fingers drew together behind my back, desperately clutching at one another in an attempt to keep my need to run them through his hair at bay.
He pulled his lips away and I shuddered hard, feeling my pleasure rescind with the tiniest frisson of pain.
His own hands curled around my hips, pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t squirm or twist away from him and when his mouth finally returned to my clit, I gasped in open pleasure at the feeling of it. He suckled me gently at first, flicking his tongue back and forth and forcing me closer to the precipice of orgasm.
My cries increased in desperation as I hurtled toward the edge. My thighs started to shake, my back arched further off the bed, and just when I thought I was going to jump off the cliff into the world of passionate bliss, he drew away again, and my desire ebbed away once again.
It was more painful this time though.
I quivered, trying to will my orgasm away and then his lips returned to torture me again.
My pussy tightened and he released one side of my hip. When his fingers grazed against my entrance I jumped, not expecting it. He circled my pussy, teasing me with just the tip of his finger before his mouth closed on my clit once more.
“Oh, please,” I begged. I hadn’t meant to say anything at all, but that hadn’t stopped the words from tumbling off my lips.
He suckled me, increasing the pressure until I was almost frantic from it.
“I’m so close. I’m going to come,” I cried and at once, his mouth pulled away from my pussy.
“You wouldn’t be a bad girl and come without permission, would you?” he asked carefully, and my thighs quivered from the tumultuous waves of unreleased desire that kept washing over me.
“No, Daddy,” I wailed.
“Good,” he murmured, and his mouth returned to torture me once again.
“Oh, please,” I pleaded again and just as I was approaching the cusp, he stopped, and the twisting edge of denial slashed through me once more.
It was more painful this time. More punishing. More inevitably arousing.
It was a double-edged sword that was as painful as it was pleasurable.
I sucked in a breath and I tried to cope with the raging sensations inside of me. I wanted to let go. I wanted to come, but more than anything I wanted to be a good girl for Daddy.
I panted with need and he teased me again with that expert mouth and those enticing lips and that incredible tongue.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged. “Please let me come for you.”
Over and over, I said those words, my voice sounding pitiful and desperate and so needy that it hurt to even hear it. I flushed with mortification at being made to beg for something so inherently shameful, but I did it anyway because I needed to.
“Please let me come, Daddy. Please give me your cock,” I pleaded.
I’d lost all semblance of dignity.
My body was on fire. I felt like I would burst into flames at any moment. My skin buzzed with sensation, unquenchable need fluttering just beneath the surface that craved release. My clit was swollen and sensitive. All I needed was a few more moments, a little bit more pressure, and I would fly apart for him.
He just had to tell me to.
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