“Come on, Twyla. Up you get.”
She climbed up and arranged herself, resting her forearms and her shins on the padded supports and he shackled her there. It probably felt similar to her position at Eric’s earlier, and he hoped the deja vu would get her motor running. Though to be honest, it didn’t take much. His little girl was always a touch or a word away from arousal and he had to be careful not to abuse her sensitivity.
And speaking of sensitive, he kneeled in front of her and started to pinch and twist her nipples, pull on the tight little buds.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me and follow all of my instructions. And you’re going to tell me if anything hurts. You have your word to use and I’ll only be disappointed if you need it and don’t use it, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her eyes were glazing over already, and he hadn’t failed to notice how her hips had started to move.
“What’s your word, babygirl?”
“Sparkle, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He’d noticed that his little girl got incredibly aroused when he was rough with her nipples so he continued to torment her, squeezing and grinding them between his fingers, rolling them and tugging them hard. Gunnar wanted her delirious with desire. She was usually quite compliant for him but she got more so when turned on. It was only a couple of minutes before she started begging him.
“Daddy, please. I’m ready. I need you, please.”
“Who gets to decide what you get and when?”
“You, Daddy.”
“That’s right. And why is that?”
“Because Daddy knows best.”
“That’s why I’m in charge of you, little girl. That’s why I decide when you go to the doctor and what you eat. That’s why I decide when you get orgasms and when you get spanked. It’s because I love you so much and I want what’s best for you, and I’ll make sure you get it.”
Twyla whined and buried her forehead in the towel while she rubbed her pussy on the padded board between her thighs. Yes, she was ready for him, but he’d make her wait a minute more for asking.
When she seemed out of her mind with pleasure and on the verge of climax, he stopped. And when Twyla made a frustrated cry, he slapped her breasts in quick succession.
“No whining, princess.”
There was so much resigned misery in her dejected response of “yes, Daddy,” that he almost laughed. At least he’d turned away from her so she wouldn’t see the way he had to swallow his chuckle.
When he stood behind her, he stripped off his clothes. He’d leveled the horse so it was the perfect height for him to fuck her ass while he was standing, and wasn’t that a beautiful sight—her sweet puckered hole and her glistening wet cunt wide open for him.
He grabbed the lube and drizzled some over his finger as well as down her crack. They’d done anal play before, and she’d just had Eric’s finger up her ass a few hours ago but he’d start slow and gentle and stay that way. He wanted her to enjoy this because god knew he would and he wanted her to crave it, wanted her to beg for it. Wanted her to come by his desk in one of her cute little outfits and whisper in his ear, “Daddy, will you fuck my ass tonight? I’ve been such a good girl.”
Of course he’d spank her for being greedy, but hell yes he’d take her after that, digging his fingertips into her freshly punished bottom while he plowed into her.
Gunnar worked his finger into her tight hole, praising and encouraging her while he did.
“That’s right, little girl. Just relax and open up for Daddy. You’re doing such a good job. Doesn’t that feel good?”
She nodded convulsively and pressed back toward him as much as she could and he tsked at her.
“I’m trying to take this slow, be gentle with you. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
“You won’t, please. Please, Daddy.”
Well if that’s how she wanted to play…
Gunnar slid his finger home and Twyla groaned with satisfaction, rocked her hips and tossed her hair. Her backside looked heart-shaped from where he stood, her lush round cheeks narrowing into her waist. The only thing that could make this more perfect would be if she had fresh marks. Next time.