The bra strains to hold her ample breasts. The pert flesh plumped over the top of the lace in a delicious temptation. My eyes trail down her flat stomach to the barely-there lace panties. My mouth waters at the sight of her. She’s absolutely divine. Better than my imagination, and I have a damn good imagination.
Her fingers tangle together in front of her, showing off her anxiousness.
“You’re gorgeous, babygirl. Absolute perfection,” I say sincerely.
Her cheeks flush a bright pink that trails down her chest, disappearing under her bra. I can’t help but wonder if her nipples are the same lovely shade of pink. Her hands stop fidgeting at my compliment, and she stands a little taller.
My girl needs reassurance that she’s desirable. That blows my mind because anyone that looks like her should know exactly how beautiful and desirable they are. I’ll make it a point to tell her how beautiful I find her every chance I get.
I hold my hand out to her, and she wordlessly comes to me. I cup her cheek and give her a slow tantalizing kiss. I break away before I can become distracted from the task at hand.
“Time for your spanking, babygirl.” She licks her lips and nods, looking eager. “Panties off.”
She’s quick to push them off her curvy hips. They fall to her ankles, and she kicks them away. “Where do you want me, daddy?”
“Over my knee.”
I could easily just bend her over the bed and give her the spanking, but that is too impersonal for what I want. I want to feel her soft body against me as I paint her pretty pale flesh red. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her between my knees. She looks down at me curiously. I run my hands from her waist up her back, quickly unclasping her bra. Her breasts bounce free right in front of my face, and I groan. I press a kiss to each pretty pink nipple. She gasps at my touch, thrusting her breasts forward for more attention. As much as I’m tempted, now isn’t the time.
I pull back and pat my knee. “Come on, babygirl.”
She gracefully arranges herself over my lap like we’ve done this a dozen times before. A hint of jealousy courses through me because it’s obvious that she’s done this before. Of course she has. She’s not a novice. I have no right to be jealous. But I am. It’s a foreign feeling.
I push away the jealousy and run my hands over her plump flesh. I have no need to be jealous. I’m the one here with her, not them. And I’m one lucky bastard.
“We will start with ten.” The words are practically snarled as my jealousy shows through in my tone.
“Yes, daddy. Please,” she purrs, wiggling her ass as if to dare me.
I give her ass a light squeeze, then raise my hand and let it fall soundly on her left cheek. She makes a surprised squeal but doesn’t move from position. I spank her right cheek, then admire the twin handprints blooming on her pale skin. My cock aches at the sight.
I spank her twice more in quick succession as punishment for being such a temptation. She makes little whimpering sounds, and her hold on my leg tightens, but she doesn’t protest. So I continue. Each time my hand falls, her ass turns a little redder, and my cock aches a little more. I swear one touch from her soft hand, and I’d be blowing like a teenager.
The tenth spank falls, and Addy dances on her feet, showing her discomfort.
“You okay, babygirl?” I run my hand over her heated flesh. Touching and squeezing so that the sting from the spanking is amplified.
“I’m okay, daddy,” she says, sounding breathless.
“Can you take ten more?”
She shivers and scissors her legs together. I’m tempted to put my hand between her legs and feel her wetness for myself because even without seeing, I know the spanking turned her on. I smack the back of her thigh, then force her legs apart so she can’t get any friction. Her pussy comes into view, and I admire the glistening pink folds.
“Remember rule number two?” I growl.
“No orgasms without permission,” she gasps.
“That’s right, babygirl. I own your pleasure. All of it.”
Then I give into temptation and slick my fingers through her soaked folds. I tease her with light touches. Getting close to her clit, then skating away. I circle her opening and move back toward her clit. She whimpers and moans, wriggling on my lap, seeking more.
Without warning, I pull my fingers away and start her spanking again. She whimpers at the loss of my fingers, then cries out in surprise at the sudden stinging slaps of my hand. Before I took it easy on her. Easing her into the scene. Now lust is riding me hard, and I punish her ass for testing my control.
“Ow!” she cries when my hand cracks down on the back of her sensitive thigh. I spank the other, and she cries out again. Two more spanks to her already red bottom, and the spanking is over.
She’s limp over my lap, panting as she tries to catch her breath. I run my hand over her red ass and give it a firm squeeze. Addy moans. Not out of pain but out of desire. Her pussy is practically dripping with how wet she is.
My control snaps.