“I don’t want it to be me,” I whispered.
“Ask for what you need, little girl,” he warned.
“I can’t,” I whined.
“If you want Daddy to touch you, little girl, you will ask for it properly or else I won’t touch you at all,” he answered.
Daddy…
My clit pulsed underneath my fingertips. Hearing him refer to himself that way made my inner walls clench tight with need and I moaned before I could stop myself.
“Please,” I pleaded. I didn’t want to say the words. I couldn’t.
He stood up and grasped the back of the chair behind me with one arm. I moved my hand out of the way as he cupped my pussy.
“You will ask Daddy for what you need, little girl, or else Daddy is going to have to punish you. This is your last warning,” he said firmly and before I could do anything to prepare or stop him, he spanked my pussy a single time with his hand. I keened out loud at the intense sting, whimpering as it seemed to heighten for several terribly long seconds.
He pulled his hand away.
My mouth was so dry, and my stomach was turning in knots. I wanted an orgasm so badly and the only thing stopping me right now was saying the words he wanted to hear.
“Daddy,” I echoed. I didn’t even realize that I had spoken out loud at first, but he grinned in victory, and it soon became clear what I had done. I sat there, trying to piece out what to say. His eyes sparkled as he waited for me, watching every second of indecision as it played out all over my face.
I gulped and whined even louder.
“Little girl, if I have to go get the wooden spoon, you should know that I won’t just use it on your bare bottom,” he threatened. He very pointedly looked down at my pussy and back up at me. My thighs tensed around his legs, giving away my fear immediately. He simply stared calmly into my eyes, waiting for me.
“Please don’t get the wooden spoon,” I begged. I very nearly called him Daddy again, but I bit my lip and stopped myself.
“Ask Daddy for what you need, little girl,” he demanded.
I squirmed for a few more seconds, but my arousal was getting to be too much. He’d spanked me twice and I’d come twice, but it wasn’t enough, and I knew it wouldn’t be until he was the one that was making me orgasm.
“Please touch me, Daddy. Please make me come,” I begged. At first, I thought I’d mouthed the words. My voice had been so soft.
“You want Daddy’s fingers instead of your own, don’t you, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I whispered. I tried not to think about what he’d made me call him. I tried to ignore the way it made my body pulse and my core flare red hot.
His hand slipped beneath me, cupping my pussy in his palm. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I gasped. Two of his fingers grazed against my entrance, and my legs widened with excitement, egging him on.
Very slowly, he pushed one finger inside of me and then the other. I gasped and moaned, unable to stop the way my hips bucked with excitement.
“You’re going to ride my fingers, little girl,” he demanded, and I didn’t even have to try. My body was already doing it. His fingers felt so big inside of me, stretching me and petting a place deep inside me that had never been touched before, at least not like this. I whined with need, reaching for him as he started to circle my clit with his thumb.
Fuck.
His were so much better than my own. I knew how to touch myself to orgasm, but this… this was something else. This was incredible.
My back arched as my hips rocked back and forth.
“Such a naughty girl this morning, needing a hard spanking and an orgasm,” he murmured and my core practically spasmed at the sound. He started to pump his fingers into me, all while his thumb constantly teased my clit and I felt myself spiraling out of control so quickly that I couldn’t stop it.
I wanted this first orgasm with him to be special, to be drawn out and impossibly hard, but there was no stopping it.
It came so swiftly that it felt like I’d just hurled myself off the edge of a cliff. His thumb was perfect. His fingers were absolutely magnificent. I lost myself as I rode those incredible fingers. I moaned and gasped with every roll of my hips, but it was the sound of his voice again that made me lose it all entirely.
“Come hard for Daddy,” he commanded, and my body obeyed. Like a wave against rock, it crashed into me with delicious force, turning my small desperate moans into screams. I closed my eyes, blinded by the white-hot bliss blazing through my veins. My thighs quivered and my inner walls grasped at his fingers, tightening with endless spasms as I rode through that glorious orgasm that I’d fantasized about for so long.