I touch my tongue to his, relishing the low, sexy sound of his growl. My breasts feel heavy and full. His hand on my ass tightens painfully, and yet somehow, I crave more.
“Why do I punish you?” he grates against my ear. “Because you fucking love it.”
“I don’t,” I lie, shaking my head, but I can’t help the slow smile that spreads across my lips. “No one likes to be punished.”
It’s a dance we do, but in the end, we know where we’ll end up.
“You lie, sweet girl,” he drawls, his accent thickening. “Spread your legs and show Daddy how wet you are.”
I obey so quickly he chuckles, the deep, dark sound melting straight between my thighs. He reaches his fingers past the waistband of my panties and teases me. I gasp, my legs wobbling when he fingers my slick, swollen folds. “Khristos. So fucking wet. So ready. I should punish you further for lying.”
“And if I say no?” I can’t help but tease.
“I wouldn’t test me right now,” he says in a warning tone that only makes me tremble harder. “Go. Finish stripping. When I come in, I expect your legs spread for me, you bent over the side of the tub. Stroke yourself while you wait for me, but you are not allowed to come.”
Over… the side… of the bathtub?
Stroke yourself.
And then he’s gone. His heat, his glorious fingers, and that sexy as fuck tone of voice in my ear. The smell of him and feel of him and the way he makes me wet with a mere look. I watch him lift a small remote and hit a button. The sound of water jets filling a tub echo behind me. I watch him stalk out of the room and give myself ten seconds of being dazed before I start to move.
Strip. Well, that part’s pretty easy. Seconds later, I’m in the bathroom, staring at the tub. This is no mere tub. It’s enormous, big enough for both of us to damn near swim laps. Nestled in a tiled corner of the room, it’s backlit with a light blue glow, and blue and white lights twinkle like sparkling gems. The jets propel water into the tub, and steam rises. It’s lower in the front, elegantly curved to allow one to lean back and bask in the warmth, with a higher back next to a small set of steps.
The cool tub presses against my belly, my ass on full display. Gingerly, I part myself and slide my fingers where his were. Mine are too small, too timid. I want his stronger, larger fingers inside me so badly I could cry.
I remember the way he pulled me over his knee, remember the way his belt landed on my ass. I remember the way he made me come. I imagine his tongue between my legs, bringing me to climax against his mouth, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to release, when I hear him enter.
“Stop.” My fingers freeze, dying to finish what I started, but I want him more.
Unprepared, I gasp when his palm slaps against my ass. I brace myself on the edge of the tub with my free hand, just before another smack follows the first. Heat flares across my skin, and my clit throbs. Oh, God, what he does to me when he punishes me…
I whimper and squirm when he fingers my folds, spreading my slick arousal along my seam then my ass. I couldn’t have imagined anyone doing anything like this to me before, but right now, I can’t imagine him stopping. I want all of it, and I want it fucking now.
“Touch yourself,” he growls. My fingers move faster and faster. I feel myself on the edge. If he told me to stop right now, I’m not sure I could.
“You like to push, don’t you, Clare?” he asks before he lands another hard, searing slap where my ass meets my thigh. “You like to see what Daddy will do, don’t you?”
Oh, God, my clit throbs beneath my fingers as I work myself harder, faster, in rhythmic circles. I whimper when the pain of his palm melts to heat again.
I feel his thick, hot cock at my entrance, gliding between my folds, and brace myself hard. I need him in me so badly I’m trembling, grateful for the contrast of the cool, sturdy porcelain beneath my hand. Something warm and liquidy slides between my cheeks. Lubricant? I tremble when the head of his cock parts me.
Is he… no.
His huge body traps me beneath him, his sturdy legs on either side of me and his massive chest pressed to my back. He’s fully clothed and I’m stark naked, the contrast somehow making me even hotter.
“I own you, woman,” he growls in my ear. “I own that mouth, I own that hot, pretty pink cunt, and now I’ll own this ass. No matter what happens, I want you to feel me. To remember. To know you’re branded by me because you’re mine.” His cock teases my asshole and I tense, but he reaches one hand to cup my breast, and my whole body relaxes.