Gunnar had barely let the word out of his mouth when he tightened the grip he had on his little girl’s hair and started bucking his hips, forcing his cock into her throat.
He wanted to see tears sliding down her cheeks from having her face stuffed full of his dick. He closed his eyes for a few seconds as he thrust into the tight channel of her throat and felt her gag tighten around him. That was what he wanted, yes.
“Yes, baby, yes, that’s right. You like it when Daddy fucks your face, don’t you, you filthy little slut?”
Twyla made a noise of agreement, smothered by the very thorough pounding he was giving her mouth.
“You’re about to get your reward for being such a good cocksucker, little girl. Daddy’s going to blow his whole load down your throat.”
She was making these excited little squeaks and he knew if he reached between her legs, she’d be soaked.
Twyla hadn’t liked giving head at first—probably because of those asshole boys she’d dated before—but now she fucking loved it. Got her horny as fuck. And it was that knowledge plus the way her mascara ran over her flushed cheeks that finally made him spurt deep in her throat, holding her so that her nose was buried in his pubic hair until he’d emptied his balls into her mouth.
Chapter Three
After Mr. Fox had, um, recovered from the blowjob she’d just given him, he straightened his clothes and led her from the shed to the house with a hand collaring the back of her neck. It made her feel chastised and owned and vulnerable—basically horny central.
Twyla thought he might stop in the living room but he steered her upstairs and all the way to the nursery, and she gasped when they crossed the threshold, pretending like she didn’t spend hours in here nearly every day.
It was where she played with her toys, took her naps, often where he fed her, and of course where he changed her diapers.
“Mr. Fox! What is this place?”
“It’s where naughty girls who spy on their neighbors and then break into their sheds to touch themselves get punished.”
Using the grip he had on her neck, Mr. Fox steered her over to the rocking chair and didn’t waste any time hauling her over his lap. She kicked her feet and squirmed to get away, knowing the arm he had banded over her waist would hold her fast no matter how hard she struggled. It thrilled her.
Then a harsh spank landed on her backside and her yelp wasn’t entirely fake. That hadhurt.
“You made your choice, Miss Smith. I could’ve called the police and they would be putting you in the back of a squad car now, but you chose to accept your punishment from me. Now stop your squirming unless you want me to add on to your consequences.”
Twyla slumped over his lap knowing the real reason he didn’t like her to flail too violently was that he didn’t want to hurt her.
“But Mr. Fox—”
“No buts. Except this one,” he said, yanking up her skirt and pulling her underwear down to below her butt cheeks, and laying down another harsh spank. “You can cry and scream as much as you want, but no bad language and you need to be still.”
“Pfft. I’m not going to cry,” she said, maybe goading him a little because she knew he could make her cry any day of the week. But the Twyla of before? She would’ve thought there’d be no way she’d cry from being spanked. Ridiculous.
“We’ll see about that, little girl.”
And then he started spanking her in earnest, swat after swat applied from the top of her cleft to the bottom of her cheeks. Since this wasn’t a for realsies punishment spanking, he warmed her up really well and then started to lay into her hard, forcing grunts out of her every time his palm impacted her bottom.
The whole time he spanked her, he lectured her on how trespassing was, in addition to being illegal, extremely disrespectful and it violated his privacy.
“You’re violating more than my privacy right now,” she wailed. “Ow!”
“Not so tough now are you? We’re just getting started.”
He spanked her until her ass felt red hot and glowy and her eyes were watering though she wasn’t going to cry. Not yet, anyway, even if he was spanking her real hard.
“Please, Mr. Fox, I’m really sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.”
“I don’t believe you,” he said, not pausing in his rhythm of his hand making contact with the burning flesh of her backside.
It seemed like forever that he spanked her but finally it stopped and she slumped over him.
“We're almost done, but first I wanted to check something. Spread your legs.”