Page 6 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Five

Tate guides me to one side of his lap and pats his thighs. “Climb up, Little one.”

I set a knee on the mattress and push up so I can lean over his lap. I’ve never actually been spanked in this position. At the club, the Doms usually arrange me over a spanking bench or even just bent at the waist with my hands on a table.

This position is more intimate, and I’m already trembling as Tate helps me get comfortable. “Lift your arms up and fold them under your cheek, Sophia.”

I do as I’m told, panting as Tate pushes my nightgown up to the middle of my back. He’s seen and spanked my butt before, but this is so different. We’re not even playing in the same field tonight. We’re alone in my house. No one is watching. No one will see how I react.

It seems like I can be more honest with myself and with Tate in this environment. I don’t have to worry about the noises I make or my reactions. I shouldn’t have ever been concerned at the Dungeon either, but it’s impossible not to think about those who are watching me.

Tate sets his palm on my bottom and gently rubs. “Do you usually get aroused when someone spanks you, Sophia?”

My breath hitches. I whimper as I consider my response.

“Sophia…” There’s a warning in his voice. “Honesty.”

“Sometimes…” I swallow and whisper, “when it’s you.”

For a split second, he freezes, his hand no longer moving on my bare skin, and then he squeezes my cheeks. “That pleases me immensely, Little one.” He slides his hand to one of my thighs. “Do you want me to give you an orgasm after I spank you, Sophia?”

I draw in a sharp breath. Do I want him to give me an orgasm? That’s an option? He has no idea that no one has ever touched me like that before.

“If it’s too intimate for you this soon in our relationship, I totally understand. Make no mistake, my clothes are not coming off tonight, Little one. But this is your scene. If you want me to finger your pussy after I spank you, I’d be humbled to do so. If it feels too soon, I won’t do it.”

I draw in another breath. Be brave . “I’d like that, Sir.”

“Good girl.” His hand comes back to my bottom. His other hand spreads out on the small of my back, making me shudder. “Spread your knees, Sophia.”

I suck in another breath. My thighs are squeezed together because I’m already aroused, and I’m embarrassed. My pussy is throbbing.

“Knees, naughty girl. I’m not going to begin until you open your pussy for me.”

I shudder again, my entire body quivering at his words. I’ve never been this aroused, and he hasn’t even started. But I open my thighs, my breath leaving my lungs in a ragged exhale.

“Good girl.” He lifts his hand and swats my bottom. Even though he’s done this before, and I’m not a stranger to spankings, this time is different. I feel it in my soul. This means something.

I’m scared about my feelings. Tonight was technically our first date, and already I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. I’ve never let myself even daydream about having a Daddy or even a boyfriend.

I’m twenty-five years old, and I’ve never had a serious relationship.

I’ve never met anyone I felt like being involved with.

Suddenly, as Tate spanks my bottom so perfectly with just the right amount of growing pressure, I think I know the reason why.

I’ve been waiting for not just a man but a Daddy.

I’ve been waiting for someone like Tate.

Can I really have this?

I close my eyes and stop my mind from running all over the place, focusing instead on how good it feels to be spanked by this Daddy. He doesn’t miss a single spot. He covers every inch of my skin, including the backs of my thighs.

In a few minutes, my bottom is hot and burns with every swat, but also my pussy is wet and needy. It’s hard to keep my legs parted. My instinct is to squeeze my thighs together to get any amount of pressure against my throbbing clit.

When Tate stops spanking me, he lifts his hand away altogether, leaving my skin on fire. I need contact against it. I need him to rub the burn away, but he doesn’t.

“Deep breaths, Little one. Is your pussy feeling greedy?”

I moan as I pull my knees in just enough to lift my bottom toward him in supplication. “Please, Sir.”

He lets me squirm for a moment before finally setting his hand on my thigh. His fingers wrap around precariously close to my wet folds just like he’s done several times tonight.

I’m panting and whimpering and wiggling my ass all at the same time.

“You love it when my hand is on your thigh, don’t you, Little one?”

I moan.

He slides his fingers infinitesimally closer to my pussy.

“Every time I stroked your inner thighs tonight, your breath hitched.” He emphasizes his point by lightly grazing my skin, and I arch my head off my folded arms and moan loudly into the silence of the room when he applies pressure to my skin, parting my folds, opening my pussy.

“I’m a greedy man, Sophia. I want this pussy to be mine. I want to mark you in a way you know you’re mine and erase everyone before me from your mind.”

I suck in a breath and hold it, pursing my lips.

“Does that scare you, Sophia?” he asks, undoubtedly misinterpreting my reaction.

I release my lips and mutter, “Yes, Sir.” It’s not a lie. I’m scared out of my mind. Mostly I’m afraid Tate is two seconds from ruining me. He doesn’t understand how deeply I want to belong to him and how important this is.

And then he asks the one thing that I can’t avoid answering. “How many men have touched this pussy, Sophia?” His voice is deep, gravelly, so very dominant.

I shouldn’t be shocked he would ask. He’s obviously possessive. It’s not something I knew about him before tonight, but from the moment he set his hand on my bare thigh soon after arriving, I suspected he would be the sort of man to take over a Little girl’s life.

Can I do this? Can I give myself to him? It’s monumental, much bigger than he understands, but as soon as I answer his question, he will know.

Instead of backing down, Tate presses harder against my skin, parting my pussy farther.

He leans his head closer to me. “Sophia, tell me. Tell Daddy. I want to know how many men I need to erase. I know it’s personal, but you’re under my skin, Little one.

I knew before Theo arranged this date tonight that I wanted you all the way under my skin, inside me.

I knew I wanted you to be my Little girl.

That’s why I was so persistent about setting up a date.

I know you’re scared. I know you’re hesitant, and I fully understand that.

I’d be worried if you weren’t, and I’ll give you all the time in the world you need to trust and believe me.

Right now, I want to fuck your sweet pussy with my fingers until you scream.

Before I do that, I need you to tell me how many men you’ve had sex with. ”

“None,” I murmur, dropping my forehead to the mattress.

Tate stiffens. A heartbeat goes by before he removes his hand entirely. One second, I’m feeling rejected and about to cry. The next second, Tate grabs me around the waist and flips me onto my back in the middle of the bed.

I gasp as I land, my eyes wide as I stare up at him. He’s on his knees, one knee between my parted legs, hands planted on both sides of my head. He has that expression I love on his face, his brow furrowed, the corners of his lips lifted at the same time. “You haven’t had sex?”

I sniffle, nervous. “No, Sir.” I look away, afraid to see how he’s going to react.

His breath is ragged. “Look at me, Sophia,” he orders.

I shift my gaze back to face him, my cheeks burning almost as much as my bottom.

“No one has touched this precious pussy before?”

I’m embarrassed. Must we harp on this a third time? I shake my head.

He lowers his forehead to mine, breathing heavily. “Sophia…” My name comes out of his mouth reverently. “Baby girl…”

I hold my breath.

“Were you going to tell me this?” he asks softly. He’s not mad.

I shrug. I don’t know the answer. Perhaps eventually but not tonight. He said he wouldn’t have sex with me. I didn’t think he needed to know I hadn’t been fingered either.

“I’m not going to finger you, Sophia.”

I gasp. That is not the response I wanted. Even though I’ve been through fifteen emotions in the last thirty seconds, I’m still hornier than ever. Pulsing with need. Desperate to feel his touch.

He shakes his head. “I didn’t mean I won’t give you what you need, Baby girl. I mean I’m going to drop between your legs and suck your pussy. I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to make you know you’re mine.”

He doesn’t wait for a response. He moves down my body, parts my thighs, climbs between them, and pushes my nightie up my torso, exposing my breasts.

I stare at him as he looks down at me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Is he trembling?

My chest rises and falls while he stares at my breasts. I feel cherished in every way. No one has ever looked at me like Tate is right now.

I squirm under his scrutiny. “Please…”

“Please, Daddy…” he instructs. “Please eat my pussy, Daddy.”

My breathing is so ragged I’m dizzy. I don’t think I’m getting enough oxygen. His focus is intense. He’s not going to move until I say what he wants.

I’m scared. So scared. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. If he hurts me, I’ll be destroyed. But I have to take the chance. I lick my lips. “Please, Daddy. Please eat my pussy.” My voice isn’t as strong as I would have liked, but it’s not a whisper. He hears me.

Tate smiles and lowers his lips to my breasts, kissing first one nipple and then the other.

I arch my chest as my arousal shoots through the roof. I need more, but I’m certain he’s going to give it to me. “Please, Daddy…” I repeat in a stronger voice.

His mouth trails down my tummy toward my pussy. I can’t believe he’s going to kiss me there . I’ve read about such things, but I never expected to experience it.