“That’s right,” I moan. Mine.
“And what am I doing now?”
I lift her skirt and move the polka dot cotton covering her to the side and insert a single digit into her tight hole, my eyes closing as I inhale deep, her musky scent cloaking the room.
“Uh,” she whimpers. “You’re fingering your pussy.”
“That’s not totally correct,” I say on a single, throaty exhale.
“You’re fucking me with your fingers.”
“That’s right, baby girl.”
“Harder, Daddy.”
I’m losing control fast, and everything I do is about maintaining control. But Scarlett is the first person in my life that takes my control and tries to bend it, and break it. She’s a challenge, forcing me to be the best figure in her life I can be while I demand the best out of her. But I have to stay focused and remember how we got here.
“It’s time for your punishment,” I say, pulling my digit out of her to the sound of a vacuum unsealing, a loud pop ricocheting off the walls.
“Punishment? This feels good. This doesn’t feel like punishment.”
“But I bet this does,” I add, raising my hand and bringing it down hard on her cheek, causing her hips to thrust forward into my lap even more.
She squirms, but I grab her tight, holding her in place with my other hand while I quickly unclasp my belt and whip it through the straps in one motion, like I’m pulling a sword from a sheath.
“You will learn to do as you’re told,” I discipline, bringing my belt down across her ass causing her neck to jet out and her mouth to open like a baby bird receiving food in its nest from its mother.
Control. Was. Slipping.
I grab her panties and yank them down, baring her ass to me and I bring the belt down on her again.
“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. I’ll be good. I’ll be bad. I’ll be whatever you want, Daddy. Just don’t stop.”
And for once I listen to her as if she’s giving the orders, continuing to spank her firmly, yet fairly until I feel her stomach clenching and I know she’s close to coming.
“Are you going to make a mess?”
“Yes, Daddy. Make me come,” she cries out so loud I’m sure the staff can hear it.
I grab her panties in one hand and jerk them as hard as I can, ripping them in one movement and stuffing them in her mouth.
Despite having them pulled to the side I could feel they were drenched before I inserted them in her smart little mouth.
“Please, Daddy,” she mumbles. “I wanna come.”
I stop. Everything.
“Promise Daddy you’ll be a good girl.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods furiously.
“Say it!”
“I’ll be good for you, Daddy,” her words clearly muffled but I can make them out.