Page 126 of Cartel Rose (Jorge)

Before she can wonder if I’ll ask if she’s ready, the back of her hairbrush lands across her ass.

“Heilige Scheiße.” Holy fuck.

Whack.

“Verdammt, das tut weh.” Motherfucker, that hurts.

“Breathe through it, Liesel, or I stop.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She inhales, and I feel her body relax. I don’t think she’d noticed how rigid she’d gone.

“The more you tense, the more it’ll hurt, little one.”

“I’ll try.”

My hand sweeps over her ass before I rub away some of the burn.

“I know you will,chica. You’re being so brave.”

I swat her ass two more times on each cheek—right, left, left, right. Her back arches, and she grabs my ankle to keep from reaching back. I can guess what she’s thinking right about now.

Why the fuck did I ask for this?

The next one lands on the underside of her ass, right in the middle. Her thighs squeeze.

“Your needy little pussy likes how it feels when you do that. Is your clit begging to rub against something as it grows more and more sensitive? Do you need me to fill you with my cock?”

My questions make her moan.

“Are you aching for any kind of relief to how empty you feel right now?”

Her body relaxes over my lap as she focuses solely on how badly her pussy needs my attention. That’s why she’s unprepared for me to spank her with the bristles. It’s not as hard as the other ones, but it makes her yelp, nonetheless.

“Your ass looks delectable,chiquita. Red with white dots now.”

“If you say so.”

I guide her outside leg over one of my knees, opening them wide to me. She screams when the back of the brush lands against her exposed cunt.

“Daddy!”

If that wasn’t bad enough, I pluck the rubber band from her clit. The rush of blood back into it is nearly too much.

“Fuck. I’m seeing stars. It’s like my body no longer belongs to me.”

As I move her how I want, her confession slips out as though she didn’t mean to share it aloud. She goes along with what I demand. Her mind’s likely scrambled from myriad sensations. Before she knows it, she’s straddling me again, and I surge into her.

“Scheiße,Daddy!” Fuck, Daddy!

She doesn’t even know what language to speak or think in. She grasps my shoulders and holds on as she rides me. I thrust over and over, rocking her hips, making her clit grind against my pubic bone.

“Do you want to come, Liesel?”

“Yes. So badly.”

“Ask.”