“That’s a good girl,” he told her while curling his fingers until his short nails scraped over her sensitized flesh and she shivered. He loved the way she opened and closed her fists, flexed her fingers. Was his little blossom soaked between her legs? Probably, but he wanted to know for sure.
“Now spread your legs, darling. Daddy’s going to play with your pretty pussy before I paddle this very naughty bottom of yours.”
Plum moaned as she complied and Gideon didn’t waste any time trailing his fingertips alongside the cleft of her backside and then spearing his fingers inside her.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he had to bite his fist because the clench of her slick hot cunt made him want to spend in his shorts. What was he, an adolescent who’d never fucked a woman before? No. But she did something to him. Something mysterious and lovely that he wanted to hold and keep.
Spreading his hand over her low back he held her down while he finger fucked her roughly, shoving two and then three fingers into her soaking wet pussy hard enough that she grunted.
“Can you come like this, love?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mewled, pushing her hips back against the onslaught of his fingers inside her.
“Not. Yet.”
Plum cried out in protest as he withdrew his fingers and he took the opportunity to push his fingers into her mouth. She lapped at them, cleaning her own juices from them and then continued to suck, and hump the foot of the bed.
“No,” he scolded, his admonishment punctuated by a harsh spank on her backside. “You don’t come until I say you do, naughty little thing. Just for that, I’m adding on two minutes of paddling. Now behave.”
She made a pathetic little whine and he answered by scooping up the paddle, adjusting his grip and laying down the first swat of the unforgiving wood across her backside.