“This is your reward, baby. Make sure to keep that little cock inside your pussy or you won’t get to come. Understood?”
Instinctively, she clenched around the toy, moaning softly when the vibrations intensified.
“Good girl. You can come whenever you want.”
With that, the vibrator flared to life, faster and stronger than ever before, and she bucked over his knee. “Daddy! Please!”
She wasn’t sure what she was asking for, but Owen obviously got the message. A heavy swat landed on her right bottom cheek and she sobbed as pain and pleasure wound together inside of her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned as he swatted her again on the opposite cheek. “Daddy wants to see how pretty you are when you come, babygirl.”
The spanking was slow and measured, but the swats were crisp, each one a delicious agony that seemed to send a shock straight to her clit. With her thighs pressed together to keep the vibrator from falling to the floor, she bucked and arched and wiggled over his lap.
And then she was flying. The pressure inside of her contracted and shattered, drawing a scream from deep inside of her as the pleasure engulfed her.
When the high began to fade, she collapsed over his knee, panting to try and catch her breath. At some point, he’d stopped the vibrator, but she didn’t notice until well after she’d gone still.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, running a hand over her heated skin. “That was absolutely beautiful, babygirl. I can’t wait to see you shatter like that again.”
Too exhausted to respond, she hummed her approval, earning her a soft chuckle.
“Sounds like someone needs a nap. Come on, little one. Let’s get you to bed.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to insist she didn’t need a nap. She wasn’t actually Little, after all.
But when he scooped her up in his arms and headed for the stairs, she let her head fall against his shoulder, her eyes drifting closed. Maybe she wasn’t really Little, but if she was going to have to pretend all weekend anyway, then why shouldn’t she let him take care of her?
That’s all this was, after all. Pretend. Come Monday morning, they’d both go back to their normal lives, and she’d have a nice, shiny, recommendation letter in her hand. Which was all she wanted out of this weekend.
Wasn’t it?