“Yes,” I pant. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
“Just to give you one last reminder of what happens when you don’t comply.” And with that his bare hand comes down on my ass, staying there and gripping one globe hard until suddenly I feel the back of one of his knuckles graze against my folds and then he readjusts his grip so the tip of one finger is pressing against my opening.
Oh. My. God.
If he didn’t have a hold of me right now I’d either fall on the floor or push myself back onto his finger so he’d penetrate me for the first time. Slowly the digit applies more pressure until he slides inside me, my mouth opening wide and my neck jerking out, but no noise at all passing from my lips.
He probes inside, motioning his finger in a come hither motion directly on my spot until I start humming from my chest and grunting from my throat.
“Right there, Daddy,” I say, my head falling forward as I bite into my forearm.
I’m so so close, but for some reason I just can’t get there. I’m not embarrassed anymore, it’s just…something else. Something I can’t put my finger on as he continues to put his finger exactly on my G-spot.
His other hand moves to the back of my neck, massaging me hard as he continues fingering me. After the brief, but intoxicating, pressure on my neck, his hand flattens out and he drags his palm right down my back, my spine arching until he stops in the middle of my back and slides his hand around the front.
His thumb and index finger drag along my skin until they find my nipple, tweaking it as the thumb on his other hand starts circling my clit while he adds his middle finger to his first, entering me with both fingers now, stretching me wide.
I’m on the edge of a cliff looking over, ready to tumble to an earth shattering climax but I can’t quite relax, can’t quite get in the right mental space.
And he must sense it too. “I know what you want little girl and it’s time you take it. Take what Daddy’s giving you and do what Daddy says.”
“I’ll do what you say, Daddy.”
“You promise?”
“Yes. Yes. Anything.”
“Good,” he grunts. “Come for Daddy. Come all over my fingers.”
And just like that his permission unleashes the dike inside me and my body quakes like an earthquake as I unload the most mind-bending orgasm right onto his fingers.
My body clenches hard, and my hole claims his fingers, trying to milk the come out of the dick my body wants so badly to be buried deep inside me.
Time stands still until finally my body stills and I grab hold of his legs, allowing me to look back over my shoulder at him.
I feel his fingers slide out of me and he brings a cupped hand to his mouth as if what he’s holding in his palm will cure every disease known to mankind.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine he licks straight up his palm and my jaw drops, which allows him to bring two fingers to my lips and rub my own juices across. My lips close down on his fingers and I suck them dry, tasting myself in a way I would have considered beyond gross twenty-four hours ago, but right now it makes complete sense.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. “For what you just did.”
“What I just did? Sweetheart…we’re just getting started.”
12
Henry
I grab Hannah by the hips and launch her onto the bed, which allows me to stand and reach for the plastic Halloween pumpkin I carried from the kitchen, burying my hand inside and digging around until I find what I’m looking for.
The shirt has ridden up high enough that now I can see what’s mine…that pretty, pink, glistening pussy.
“Just starting?” she questions through damn near rattling teeth. “You mean there’s more punishment?”
“No more punishment for now. Now it’s time to find out exactly why you’re my Little Treat.”
I peel back the wrapper of a Snicker’s bar and slide my elbows onto the bed, getting my face less than a foot from the thing I want more than anything in the world…her innocence.
But first a little day after Halloween inventory, to see exactly what kind of treat I got this year.