My eyes rolled back and I moaned while his fingers danced underneath my thong. With great effort, I turned and bent over the edge of my desk with my palms flat against the wood. Daddy ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs again and came up to my ass where he flipped my skirt up and pulled down my thong. The cloth stuck to my vulva that was now a sopping wet mess.
“You're filthy,” He said while gently patting my bottom. “And you need to be punished.”
I hissed while he ran his fingers along my inner thighs again, aching for him to penetrate me instead of punishing me.
“And you'll have to be very quiet while I punish you. Do you understand?”
He smacked my bottom. The action surprised me and I squeaked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I managed to mutter.
I wiggled beneath his touch and smiled. Admittedly, I'd never really liked pain, but this sort of interaction was erotic. As his smacks grew harder, it became increasingly difficult to stifle my moans and groans. Eventually, Daddy pulled my thong off completely and shoved them into my mouth to silence me. He pressed his hand over my lips, causing my breathing to labor. Each new spank stung more than the previous and I could feel my skin beginning to redden and raise when his hand left my bottom.
I really hoped our suite mates couldn't hear this.
As he landed another blow, I whimpered into the cloth occupying my mouth and started crying. My pelvis was aching, my breasts were hurting from being pressed against hard wood, and my neck was starting to cramp from being slammed in the same position. I tried to pull from his grip to bend my neck forward, but he was relentless.
“Take it, Victoria. Make Daddy proud.” Smack. “Daddy will reward you if you're good.” Smack. “Now, stay still.”
He slapped my bottom one more time and I squealed into his hand, hot tears streaming
down my face. Though I'd made a little noise, I'd kept my hands pressed against the desk and didn't try to fight him off. I was being good, as far as I could tell. Daddy must have shared the same sentiment because he pulled my thong from my mouth and lifted me up into his arms to carry me towards the bed. He laid me out and lifted my skirt with one hand while undoing his jeans with the other. I spread my legs dutifully and waited. As he pumped his cock a few times, he massaged the back of my neck which made me groan with relief. His fingers slid over my cheek and slipped into my mouth as he pushed his enormous member between my wet lips, his girth surprising and pleasant all at the same time.
I bayed rather loudly, the sound muffled by his fingers which he shoved deeper to keep anyone from knowing what we were doing. Once I became accustomed to his size, he removed his fingers and planted his hands against my hips as he slid in and out of me slowly. I was absolutely elated. I was so inexperienced, but this would likely be the most amazing sex of my life. I was sure my lack of movement was displeasing, but Daddy's excited grunting made me reconsider.
“Am I being good?” I asked weakly, inhaling sharply with each thrust.
“Oh, yes, baby girl. You are being so good for Daddy.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss me. “You're such a good girl.”
His thrusting rhythm picked up and he started pounding a little harder, causing me to cover my mouth every time I wanted to cry out. I could feel myself tighten as he pumped and I grabbed a nearby pillow. Daddy stopped me and firmly grabbed my face.
“I want to see your face when you cum for Daddy.”
The words elicited another moan, his other hand reaching down to massage my clit as he continued to pump his cock into my tight little hole. I arched my back and attempted to get loose of his grip, but he held me in place and grinned. He moved his grip to my throat where he intermittently applied pressure as he rubbed my clit harder.
“Oh my god--”
“Bust.”
“Oh… Oh...”
“Bust, Victoria. Let it go.”
“Ahh…!”
Still moaning, I bucked into his pelvis. He pounded me down into the bed with his hand firm over my lips, the mattress squeaking underneath us. My vision went blurry temporarily as I came, his grunting growing heavier as his rhythm quickened and then suddenly stopped. He pulled out, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head down to his cock where he exploded all over my mouth and face. Mascara stuck to my cheeks that were now covered in tears and cum, the hot mess bitter and salty against my tongue. I smiled up at Daddy who looked down at me lovingly.
“Good girl,” He said between pants. “Go clean up before you're late for work.”
Chapter Five
“Victoria, would you mind taking these rolls of film down to the basement?”
Ms. Holden handed me a box of film that likely dated back to the 80's. We had a whole collection in the basement that was somewhat out of order and needed to be organized, but I didn't want to volunteer for that project. I nodded and smiled, taking the box towards the elevator to go down to the basement. When I returned, I went back to shelving whatever books were left from earlier in the day. My bottom was still ridiculously sore from Daddy spanking it and my vulva was swollen. Still, it made me excited to focus on the pain. Daddy gave me an amazing orgasm and I was going to savor it.
As I rolled the squealing cart down one of the abandoned aisles, I came across a particularly interesting book. The cover was dark and a bit worn, but the pages were still well intact, so I popped it open to see its contents. Just as quickly as I'd opened the book, I closed it.
This book as about tantric sex.