Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
He turns me toward the desk and I stumble back, my hands on his hips. He pushes me then. I stumble away from him, surprised, and slam into the desk. It bites into my ass and I grip the wooden edges.
“Hey,” I gasp as he steps closer.
He grabs my hair again. This time, he spins me around, wrapping my hair around his palm and grabbing tight. I gasp at the pain as he bends me over.
And slowly I feel his other hand lift my dress up.
“Leon,” I groan. I’m dripping wet now, pulse racing, excitement rolling through me. I know this is wrong, I know I should resist. I can’t let him think he owns me.
But I don’t want to resist. I want to submit to him, down on my knees, begging for more.
“Fuck,” I groan. I feel his breath, hot against my neck.
“You need to learn,” he whispers softly, kissing my ear. “You need to learn who your Daddy is.”
There’s that word again.
Daddy.
“What?” I groan, not sure of anything right now.
He hikes my skirt up over my hips, exposing my ass. I’m wearing a thong today. I wore it on purpose, if I’m honest with myself. I wanted to wear something sexy after last night, something I felt cute in. I didn’t think he’d actually see it.
I hear him take a sharp breath. “Look at your ass,” he says. “Perky, firm, round. You’re fucking sexy, you know that?”
And then he spanks me.
I gasp, eyes wide, looking over my shoulder.
“Leon,” I say.
“Daddy,” he corrects, and spanks me again.
“Leon,” I groan.
He spanks me again, harder this time. “Daddy.”
I moan as he spanks me again and again. He switches to the other cheek and spanks me harder.
“Say it,” he growls in my ear.
I know if I say it, I’ll be giving in to him. I’ll be submitting. It’s what I want, what I really crave, but there’s a part of me that’s resisting. I shouldn’t want this, it shouldn’t feel so good…
He drops to his knees behind me, releasing my hair. I gasp with surprise as he yanks my thong down. He pushes my legs open wider, stretching the underwear until I can feel it biting into my skin.
His hands spread my ass apart and then he licks me.
I gasp again with surprise and pleasure. He licks my ass and down to my pussy, rolling his tongue inside of me. I groan as his hands grip my hips and hold me there, bent over his desk.
“Say it,” he growls as he tongues me. “Call me Daddy and I’ll give you what you want.”
I’m moaning, I realize dimly. I’m moaning and I can’t stop.
“What do I want?” I gasp.
“You want to come,” he says, almost harshly. “You want to have a big, fast orgasm all over my mouth. You want me to taste it, don’t you?”
“No,” I whisper.
“That’s all you think about. You can’t stop dreaming about me getting you off. You love imagining your boss spanking your ass raw then fucking your tight cunt until you scream. You’re a filthy girl, Paige. You’re my filthy girl. And I want to hear you call me Daddy.”
He punctuates that last word with another spank, not quite as hard as the others. His tongue laps me up again and I’m losing myself in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I want to say it. God, I really want to say it.
It doesn’t matter if it means I’m giving in.
It feels good and that’s all that counts.
He can own me.
He can own every inch of me…
So long as he keeps making me feel like this.
His tongue licks me and I gasp.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“Say it again,” he growls. “Louder.”
“Daddy,” I say.
“Again. Louder.”
“Daddy!” I gasp with pleasure as he licks and sucks me. He grabs my hips, turns me around, and lifts me up onto the desk. He rips off my thong, throws it on the floor, and spreads my legs wide.
His tongue is like heaven. I was already on the verge of coming but as soon as he has free rein of my clit, I’m completely doomed. He licks and sucks me expertly, pushing me and prodding me and making me pulse with him. I’m buzzing with pleasure.
And then he slips two fingers deep inside my pussy as his tongue rolls around my clit and I can’t take it anymore.
I grab his hair and gasp. “Daddy,” I moan as the orgasm rips through my body in universe-breaking waves of pleasure. I come hard and keep saying that word, over and over again, unable to help myself. He makes me feel good, gives me what I want, and I’m leaving a puddle of cum on his desk and on his lips.
He drinks me up, licks me clean, and when he’s done he steps back and admires his handiwork.
I lean back on his desk, on my elbows, breathing deep and sweating. My legs are still spread and there’s a little pool along my thighs. He smirks and licks his fingers clean before crossing his arms.