Page 19 of Her Stepbrother Master (Master Me #7)
He was probably laying it on too thick. She already felt remorse, he was sure of that. But he was in full disciplinarian-mode now, and the words just seemed to come out of him. He tapped the cane again, just below the first stripe.
Her shoulders hunched in anticipation.
He let it fly, the swish of the thin rod through the air reaching his ears a moment before her next scream. A second red line streaked across both buttocks, just below the first. “That was two.” He didn’t make her count this time—he doubted she’d be able to.
He repeated the tapping for the third line to prepare her skin for the strike. He delivered it with precision, pleased with how neat and even the welts lay.
LuAnn had begun to cry softly in the covers, her face completely buried.
He stroked her back. “You’re doing so well, baby girl. Just three more and we’re finished.”
She gave a whimper of assent.
Her ass made the most glorious sight. Her lower cheeks had been painted the prettiest shade of blush, the carrot nestled between them as a symbol of her complete humiliation. The cane marks stood out as raised, puffy lines, a darker red from her cheeks.
And despite the pain, which he knew must be testing her limits, sweet honey dripped from her pussy.
He wanted to bury his cock in that nectar and pound her into oblivion.
He wanted to gather her into his arms and tell her how perfect she was, how utterly beautiful, sweet and undeniably his.
But he also wanted to savor every moment of the spanking, which had him nearly dizzy with lust and the power coursing through him.
He tapped the cane below the third line. He didn’t hold back. He made each stroke count, made his baby girl pay for her naughtiness. He laid the fifth line at the juncture where buttocks meet thighs and the sixth on the back of the thighs. She howled the loudest for that one, her feet dancing.
“It’s over, it’s all over, baby.” He scooped her into his arms and settled her on his lap. “You’re my baby, my sweet little girl.” He showered her face, eyelids and tears with butterfly kisses.
She sobbed, then sniffled, then cried a bit more. When she started to play with the buttons on his shirt, he eased her head back to wipe her tears away.
“Are you hungry, baby doll?”
She shook her head, lifting her wet lashes shyly. “I just want Daddy.”
He cupped her cheek and brought his lips to hers, kissing her, teasing her pretty pout with his tongue. “I love you, baby girl.”
Her arms tightened around his neck. “Is Daddy going to…”
He waited, even though he knew what she wanted.
“Do we need to wait for our wedding night?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “No, we’re not waiting for our wedding night. But I’m not sure I should allow you to have any pleasure.”
The eyelashes dropped. No complaints, no protests.
“That doesn’t mean Daddy doesn’t get to come.”
Her green eyes lifted again and she sat up a little straighter, as if eager to be of service.
He cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. “Are you ready for Daddy to use your little body for his pleasure?”
She blushed and sucked on her lip, nodding.
“Good girl.” He lifted her from his lap and arranged a heap of pillows in the middle of the bed. “Lie over these so Daddy can take you hard from behind.”
Her eyes rolled back, lust evident in the way she arched her breasts up and hollowed her back. She looked so much like a Hollywood pinup—no, better than a Hollywood pinup girl. Curvy and delectable, but with pigtails and a little girl pout. His cock throbbed to be inside her.
She knelt up and tipped her torso down over the pillows, her bottom lifted in the air.
“Spread your legs,” he said hoarsely.
She parted her delicious thighs.
He shucked his pants and skivvies and knelt behind her, parting her cheeks to ogle the carrot still stuffed in her back hole. He moved it in and out, stretching her hole wider.
She groaned, the juices of her pussy dribbling down her leg.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lulu.” He ripped open a condom and rolled it over his cock. He rubbed the head over her swollen slit.
Her pussy was still virgin-tight, barely parting to allow him in. He pushed on the carrot again and she arched back into him, her little cunt opening to accept his dick.
“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured in encouragement, as she squeaked.
He eased in until the front of his pelvis contacted her welted bottom, and she squirmed from the renewed pain. He pumped in and out, slapping her sore bottom each time. “It’s like another spanking, isn’t it, Lulu?”
Her pussy gushed in response, squeezing his cock. He loved that her body responded to his dominance. They were made for each other—two halves of a whole.
“Oh, please, Daddy,” she moaned.
He pounded into her harder, his balls contracting. Cum shot down his shaft and he continued to slam into her three more times, then buried himself deep in her sopping channel and came.
LuAnn came too. Her muscles gripped his cock, milking it with the flutters of her release.
He eased down, covering her body with his own, kissing her neck. “You took your pleasure without asking Daddy permission,” he murmured.
She looked back at him, confusion in her glassy eyes.
He smirked. “Your body belongs to me. That means you need to ask permission to come.”
Her eyes rolled back again, a shiver running through her. “Thank you, Daddy,” she mumbled.
He laughed. “Trust me, baby girl, the pleasure was all mine.”