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Story: Desire
“Fifteen spanks with my hand on your ass and pussy. Spread your legs nice and wide for me,” I insist, taping one of her ass cheeks.
Silla opens her legs, and I know she’ll have to rise onto her toes from the force of my strikes.
“I want you to thank me for every swat, and count them,” I explain to her. I don’t need her to thank me, but it’ll make this lesson all the sweeter for me. “We’ll begin now.”
Spanking her right ass cheek hard, I revel in her cry, as well as how it bounced for me.
“Thank you, one,” she grits out, making me smile.
“I am your, Sir when I discipline you, and you’re my ungrateful little whore. Drinking water, eating on time, these are all ways of showing me I don’t have to worry about you. Clearly you wanted me to notice you. And now my eyes are fully on you,” I tell her, swatting her pussy.
Squealing, Silla repeats my words.
“It’s not so hard to be good,” I remind her, pushing a thick finger inside of her. Moaning, her hips rise for me. “So needy for your master, and I want to make you feel good. Like that?”
Silla fills her lungs with air to respond, but instead I spank her. On and on, I remind her of why it’s important to me for her to take care of herself. I need her to be healthy, because it hurts my damn heart when she stops caring about herself.
“You can control these things no matter what,” I tell her. “I won’t miss lunch again, and if I do, I’ll find someone to take my place. My promises are important, and I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel equally so.”
Four spanks in succession makes her break, crying as she professes how sorry she is. Her pussy is dripping, and Silla is so close to her release. Too bad I control that too. My movements are practiced and careful, even though I’m angry. However, her body relaxes with each swat, even as she cries.
Gathering her into my arms, I kiss her forehead. I worry for a moment that she feels humiliated, because that wasn’t my intention. As she meets my gaze, her eyes are glassy, but free of anger. Silla is horny, her ass is glowing, and her body languid as I rise from the chair.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as I walk toward my bed.
“Better,” she says breathily. The emotions that were clouding her voice appear to be gone for now.
“I’m so glad, Baby Girl. What do you want?”
“I want to cum, Daddy. You promised,” she whines.
Fuck me. If she’ll call me that, I’ll give her anything she wants.
“Yes, Dangerous Girl, I absolutely did,” I tell her, tossing her onto the bed, enjoying her squeal.
Stripping off my clothing, I crawl after her, settling between her thighs.
“Wait, you were serious?” she asks curiously.
“Fuck yeah. You’re going to cover my face in your cream as I make you squirt,” I promise, licking up her core.
Head falling back, she doesn’t say no as I suck on her clit before pushing my fingers inside of her. Silla is so damn tight, and I grit my teeth as she gasps. Removing my fingers, I tongue fuck her, rubbing circles on her clit.
“Oh… Gray,” Silla gasps, and I reward her for using my name. Usually my need for control will carry a scene through fucking, but I need her words more. After being denied so long of her saying my name, it sounds so damn sweet.
Her vanilla flavor has a small bite of another flavor, but it just manages to even out how sweet she is. I’m a damn monster as I rub my cheeks against her thighs. Her hands are fisted in my sheets, and I hope she’ll fuck my face.
Thighs clenching, Silla whimpers as her body bows with the intensity of what she’s feeling. Her walls are squeezing me so damn hard, I groan at the thought of being inside of her.
“Fuck my face,” I plead. “Use me.”
Hands moving to fist in my hair, I grin ferally up her body. What does she see? Did I smear her blood across my face?
“Yes, Daddy. You make me lose myself in your eyes, help me find my way back.”
Silla’s words are just as much a reminder as a prayer, and one I hold on to as I lose myself in her.
Screaming as she comes, her body writhes, and she holds tightly to my hair. I’m slightly worried I may lose some curls, but I dutifully continue to lick her, my fingers pumping inside of her.
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