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CHAPTER 11

PIERCE

Carrying Charlee into the apartment, I kicked the door closed behind us and locked it. Kissing her, I took a few extra minutes to simply taste her. She writhed against my chest, her breasts heaving. I took each of them in my hands, squeezing and kneading them with my hands through her shirt.

“If I kiss you like that in between your legs, Sir, will you forgo the spanking?”

“I love when you call me Sir,” I said growling into her mouth. “And no, I won’t forgo the spanking. You naughty thing.”

“But I’m very talented with my mouth.”

“I am aware. But getting a spanking is all you’ve been thinking about since you planned my initiation. If I don’t give you what you’ve been seeking, you’ll wind up acting out to receive a very different style of correction.”

“You know me very well. It’s like you’ve been paying attention,” she said nuzzling under my chin. “What if I get on my knees for you?”

“Don’t distract me. As much as I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, we have another plan right now.” I admired the way her cheeks flushed from my naughty words. “That’s right, babygirl. I’m going to turn your gorgeous ass a nice rosy pink and fuck you until you’re a blissful mess underneath me.”

She closed her eyes and opened them again, her pupils wide. “Yes, Sir.”

Walking her into the bedroom, I set her on her feet and thoroughly ravaged her mouth. We’d talked about rougher scenarios in the bedroom. I knew her safe word. She had her colors. Stripping her down to her panties, I admired her curves. “Can we take your splint off for tonight?”

“Yes, I’ve been spending more time without it. I went and had a quick check-in yesterday afternoon. As long as it’s not swelling, it’s okay to go for longer periods. Of course, if I’m going to be doing anything that involves both hands, it’s better to keep it on.”

“So, that means following the regimen worked, huh?” I failed to keep the grin off my mouth.

“Huh. Imagine that,” she replied, taking off the splint and setting it on her nightstand. “My wrist feels much better.” Charlee returned to stand in front of me.

“I’m glad. Now back to what we were doing.” Leaning into the sweet hollow of her neck, I bit down hard enough for her to gasp. Charlee dug her nails into my upper arms. I liked a bit of pain dipped into my pleasure, though not as much as she did. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Turn around and bend over.”

“Can’t we stay here like this, Sir? Mm. I could kiss you all night.”

“Do what I said.”

She whimpered. Obeying, she turned to face the bed, bending over it, her ass popping up for my correction. Luckily the spanking wasn’t for punishment or even an adjustment. No, it was going to be crafted to bring her pure pleasure. I pictured how gorgeous her bottom would be when it was hot and pink wearing my marks. Shit. Now I was hard from the mental image. Grabbing the wildflower engraved paddle from the top of her dresser, I tested it in my hands.

“Will you fuck me instead?” Charlee asked, her neck craned at an odd angle so she could see me.

“Instead of spanking you? No way. Get comfortable, baby.” I tapped my fingers on her hip. She groaned impatiently, shifting her body slightly. I cracked it off the lowest curve of her bottom. Once. Hard. I followed with several more.

“Oh, Sir,” Charlee purred.

“Good girl. Stay like that.” I loved the way she responded. Targeting each of her pillowy butt cheeks, I alternated sides, landing several smacks. After a few rounds, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“I’m really warm, Sir. You should fuck me now.”

“Yes, babygirl. I will.” Removing her peach tanga-style panties, I admired the smattering of marks I’d left with the oak paddle. Tiny welts along with a few small bruises where I must have hit the same spot a few times. Overall, the attention left her with a lovely pink glow on her skin from her round cheeks to her upper thighs. If it were up to me, she’d have a hot bottom more often. I leaned across her body, licking a line from her spine and into the curve of her cleft.

“I’m not a snow cone, Sir.”

“No, babygirl. You taste better.” I slid my fingers inside her pussy while pressing my thumb firmly against her clit.

“Fuck! Right there. Oh, Sir.” Charlee squeezed her thighs together.

“Daddy needs that hand to work, baby.”

She quickly spread her legs. “Sorry, Sir. Will you please fuck me now?”

“Ask nicely,” I said, pausing my ministrations on her clit.

“I asked nicely!”

My typically sweet girl made a noise that resembled a growl. If I wasn’t in such a good mood, I’d consider edging her. “Did you raise your voice at Daddy because you’re excited?”

Charlee hung her head. “Please, please give me what I so desperately need, Sir.”

“Much better. What do you need?” I slowly tapped my thumb on her clit. She jerked, her breath hitching. I loved the way she responded.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that you’re concerned about the integrity of my bed when we are done.”

I don’t think I’d ever had anyone in all my years of being in the bedroom bring heat to my face but damn it, that one naughty statement did it. Checking out my reflection in the mirror above her dresser, I saw a faint pink on my cheeks. Though it was nowhere near as red as my girl’s bottom cheeks it was visible. Clearing my throat, it still took me a minute to gather some sort of intelligent reply.

“Did I make you speechless, Sir? Oh my goodness. Are you blushing?”

Charlee flipped around to face me. I immediately grabbed her waist and turned her around. I reached through her thighs and slapped her mound. She mewed. “Did I tell you to get out of position?”

“No, Sir.”

“Don’t do it again.”

“Yes, Sir. Um, did I make you blush?”

“You did. You naughty thing. Daddy is going to give you exactly what you demanded. I’m going to pound you into this mattress so that the only thing you can do when I’m done with you is sleep. And tomorrow you’ll be sore. Every time you move, you’ll remember this moment.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her chest heaved as I dropped my hand from her pussy and removed my clothes faster than I’d ever done before. “Spread your legs wider.”

Glancing over her shoulder, she bit her lip as she adjusted. “Like this?”

“Good girl. Just like that.” I grabbed a condom and rolled it on. “Put your hands behind your back.”

“What?”

“Behind your back. As if you’re being arrested.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I lined myself up with her dripping wet pussy, pushing inside without preamble. Charlee moaned as I increased the speed of my hips. Once I found a steady rhythm, I took hold of her wrists lightly. “If my doing this taxes your wrist in any way, say your safe word or red. Understood?”

“But it feels so fucking good,” she said thrashing.

“Promise me.”

“Yes, Sir! I’m so glad I rested my hand because I’m going to need to wear the splint all day tomorrow.”

“I mean it, starlet. If my restraint hurts, you tell me.”

“Uh-huh.”

Thrusting harder, I loosened my grip but not much. Charlee made the most passionate sounds as I moved in and out of her. I nipped her ear then whispered into it, “You feel so good, baby. Do you like that? Do you like the way I’m holding you? Fucking your naughty pussy while you take it? And you can’t even move?”

“Yes, Sir. Mmmm. Please, I’m so close.”

“That’s right. Just like that, babygirl. Come for Daddy.”

She came immediately, her pussy milking my cock even through the condom. “Yes! Yes!”

I followed with my own release, grunting and probably less picturesque than my girl. Deeply satisfied would be an understatement. Slowly releasing her wrists, I took an extra minute to rotate each one, letting the circulation return. Charlee barely said a word, whimpering with each tiny movement.

“Is your wrist okay, babygirl?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m currently a melted pile of goo. Please leave a message at the beep.”

“My silly girl.” I withdrew from her heat slowly and disposed of the condom. Returning to her side, I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Do you need aftercare, Charlee?”

“No, no. I’m not in subspace. Thank you for checking, but my goodness. That was intense.” She cupped my face, staring into my eyes. “You’re so handsome, Sir.”

“And you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

“You always say things like that. I love you, Daddy,” she blurted out.

“I love you, Charlee.”

Her eyes sparkled as my words reached her. I could stay just like this for as long as she’d let me. Though it had taken a bad turn of events to get us to this spot, I couldn’t deny the love in my heart.