Page 36 of Her Puck Daddies

“You like being a bad girl, don’t you, Hottie?” I growl, my voice low, dark.

I’m not sure why calling her Hottie feels dirtier, more forbidden than her real name, but it does. And it makes it feel wrong in the best way, like she’s mine to claim, to ruin.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Yes, what?” My fingers tighten in her hair as I yank her head back even more, forcing her to feel how much I own her right now.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Who am I?” I demand, smacking her clit until she trembles.

“My Daddy,” she whimpers, her breath hitching as I press my thumb against her clit, circling slow, torturous, teasing.

“And who are you?” I push harder, fingers sliding lower, spreading her open, feeling just how ready she is to take me.

“Your bad girl,” she moans, her hips rolling, trying to take what she wants.

But I’m in charge here.

And bad girls? They get punished before they get their reward. As a reward for answering correctly, I push her hand away so I can thrust my cock inside her needy little cunt. At the same time, I take her clit between my thumb and forefinger and pinch the taut nub of flesh.

“Uhh… unn… yyyees,” she thunders as she comes on my cock, and it takes every bit of my will to keep from coming right along with her.

“That’s right, come all over Daddy’s cock. I want to feel your walls gripping me, claiming me.”

I slam in and out of her, in and out, and she’s so turned on that she writhes like a demon. With her on all fours, she shoves her body back until her hips and mine are flush, until I’m so deep inside her that I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. Not that I care to know. Not now. Possibly not ever again.

Her orgasm still pulses around my cock as I barrel in and out of her faster. Maybe it’s the lingering buzz from the drinks—a mix of champagne and bourbon still warm in my veins—or the adrenaline spike from the moment I thought she might be in danger. Either way, my restraint is hanging by a thread. But I need to feel her come apart again before I let go. It’s a point of honor.

Pushing her forward, away from the edge, I brace over her on the mattress—still standing but sinking into a low squat, pressing deeper. My long limbs give me the leverage to cage her beneath me, my palms splaying across her shoulder blades as I pour my weight into every thrust. I’m rutting into her like an animal driven by pure instinct, barely holding back my own rising bliss with every slick, desperate plunge.

The tension, the way she melts into it, does nothing to slow the inevitable release clawing at the edges. Not when she’s beneath me, coming apart, lost to the moment. Then she keens, a long, drawn-out cry that sends a bolt of fire up my spine, and I feel it. Her pussy clenches around me, gripping, pulsing, dragging me into the heat of her climax. And fuck, there’s no stopping now. I come in a burst of ecstasy so strong that I can’t keep from grunting like a Neanderthal with each pump.

“Uh… Uh… Uh… Fuck, yes…” I’m no longer that coherent as her climax milks me of mine, pulling and sucking everything inside of me out until I’m empty. A hollow husk of a man.

I collapse beside her, my cock slipping free as I do. She tumbles face-first into the bed, her hair a mess, her body glistening with sweat. I inhale deeply, the scent of sex mingling with her shampoo and the soft floral fragrance of her skin as my breath steadies, pulse returning to normal.

It takes a few minutes before I gather enough strength to sit up, but I manage to take care of the spent condom. Once that's handled, I stumble back to the mattress. She heads to the ensuite, and I drift into a half-doze. When she returns, her body sinks into the bed, pressing the mattress but not quite touching me.

"Get your ass over here," I growl, my voice rough and low. Without hesitation, she obeys. I like that. She listens, does exactly as I say. So sweet, so obedient.

We driftoff together, and I’m not sure how much time passes, maybe a couple of hours, before I wake around three in the morning. The only light filtering in past the heavy curtains is from the nearby skyscrapers, casting a soft glow that allows me to make out Ava beside me.

She’s a vision—her high cheekbones, luscious lips, and flawless skin.

I could watch her for hours and still be captivated.

But it’s not just the way she looks that’s making me hard again. Her warm, nude form pressed next to me, so perfectly feminine, has my body responding without warning. Even though I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep, I know a little midnight indulgence can be fun.

I quietly grab my tie and rummage through her things until I find a lacy pair of panties in a soft pussy-pink color. What a beautiful shade.

Taking my tie, I secure her wrists together then tie them to the bars of the headboard. This rouses her enough to open her eyes, the brown pools nearly black in the dimness.

Before I say anything, I lower my head, hovering just above her lips, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. My breath mingles with hers, the air thick with anticipation. Then, I take her bottomlip into my mouth, sucking it deeply, marking her as mine. I kiss her hard, her tongue matching my intensity.

Then, pulling back just enough, I whisper in a low, dangerous tone, “I’m going to gag you with these.” My hand moves to her face, teasingly flashing her lace panties in front of her eyes. “You okay with that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”