Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Naughty, careless, reckless little girl,” he grunts, every word highlighted by a thwack of his palm.
I squeal when he slaps my thighs, and that makes the burn start up afresh. My hair swishes around my face with every blow, and his knees press into my hips as I teeter on his lap.
He tugs me closer for extra balance, and that’s when I feel him. Feel how hard he is.
The burn on my ass spreads to my pussy. I want to clench my thighs but I don’t dare.
He spreads my burning cheeks and I let out a gasp as his fingers slip round to my pussy.
“Is Daddy’s punishment making you wet, Laine?” he asks. I’m not sure whether he wants me to be excited or not, so I don’t say a word. He finds out for himself, slipping a finger inside me and moving it in and out. I’m sure he’s left under no illusion. “Does making Daddy worried turn you on?”
“No!” I squeal. “No, Daddy! I just…”
“You just what?”
“I just…” I struggle to find the words. “I just like how it feels…”
He shifts underneath me. I guess that means he likes how it feels, too. His finger is still in my pussy, and I wish so hard he’d touch my clit and make me come.
“You’re a naughty girl, Laine.”
My face burns nearly as hot as my ass. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
“I think you like your punishment, Laine. I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll misbehave for more.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I won’t, I promise.”
I like it more than I should, that’s for sure. I guess I really am naughty.
“Say thank you to Daddy.”
I don’t know quite what he means until he eases me to the floor. His hand tangles in my hair and guides me to my knees before him, and he’s loosening his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.
I stare at him with wide eyes, so embarrassed at how flushed and dishevelled I must look.
He pulls his cock free and he really is hard. The tip glistens, and I realise how much I must’ve been wriggling on his lap.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper as he guides it to my lips. “Thank you.”
“What are you thankful for, Laine?”
I so want to answer correctly. “I’m thankful for… you teaching me… how to be a good girl.”
“And teaching you to be a bad girl, too?”
“Yes, Daddy. And that.”
“Suck me,” he says and pushes his cock between my lips.
I’ve taken Daddy Nick in my mouth so many times by now, but not like this. His fingers hold my hair so tight, and he thrusts his hips so hard that I retch around his cock. He doesn’t let go, and I splutter and choke until my eyes stream.
“Good little girls suck Daddy’s cock so sweetly,” he grunts, but there’s nothing sweet about the way I’m sucking him. Nothing sweet at all.
It’s noisy and wet and slurpy, and spit dribbles down my chin and drips onto the floor. I’m unsteady with my knickers still bunched around my knees, and it gives him so much power to move me wherever he wants.
My head bobs like a doll’s, my throat gurgling as he fucks my face, but I don’t stop looking at him, don’t stop wanting more.
“You really are a naughty little girl,” he tells me, and I believe him. I really am a naughty girl. “Misbehave again and you’ll get the belt,” he threatens, and I know it’s not an idle threat.
I wonder whether I’ll like it as much as I liked his hand on my ass.
I wonder whether I’ll ever get to find out.
“Daddy’s going to come,” he tells me. “Daddy’s going to come in your naughty little mouth, Laine.”
I squeeze my thighs together and it makes my clit spark.
I’m so ready for Daddy’s come. I hope my eyes tell him so.
He thrusts to the back of my throat and swears under his breath, and I taste him. It makes me snort and that’s full of cum, too. My eyes stream, but I don’t care. I love being messy with Daddy Nick’s cum.
I gulp in breath as he pulls out, and there’s a stream of spit between the tip of his cock and my chin. He wipes it up with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth.
“Dirty girl,” he says.
But I think Daddy Nick is the dirtiest one of all.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nick
I’m not sure how well Laine has learned her lesson, but she eats her dinner demurely and I have no reason to press the issue further.
I don’t doubt she’s sorry, and feel assured she won’t be forgetting her phone again anytime soon. I know my possessiveness is irrational, and I’m fully aware that my punishment could be considered heavy-handed, but there’s so much more at play within this situation.