Devrim's Discipline (Court of Paravel 1) - Page 31

“I’ve been starving for you,” I whisper, tracing a forefinger down her collarbone to the tip of a nipple in her lace bra. Her hips flex in my hands as she moves closer to me. I notice the G-string she’s wearing and smile.

“Why are you wearing this?” My finger runs under the elastic.

“Because you think it’s cute. Daddy, could you spank me, please?”

My eyebrows lift as I unhook her bra and cast it aside. “Asking for punishment?”

“I thought you were going to do it anyway, and I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. No, since the last time.”

“Do you like it, pretty baby?”

She slinks over my lap and hooks her underwear down, exposing the luscious curve of her ass. Then she looks up at me with a plaintive expression.

Oh, Jesus. Did I do anything to deserve this, or am I going to suffer for it later? I smooth my hands over her plump flesh and squeeze hard. Then I smack the flat of my hand over her peachy ass.

Wraye’s body tenses against me, and then relaxes with a moan. “Do you like it when I call you, Daddy?”

“You know I do.”

“But that’s what Aubrey calls you.”

I squeeze her ass, and then smack it again. Her flesh is beautifully yielding. “You say it like you want me to do dirty things to you.”

She arches like a cat, pushing herself into my hand. “Could you tell me everything that’s made you mad and frustrated lately? Be honest.”

Be honest? Oh, this is going to take a while. She might regret this, in ten minutes time, when I’m still laying into her. I spank her again, and she makes a little whimpering noise. The first blush of red is blooming on her skin.

“What’s frustrated me? Getting you over my knee, within three seconds of meeting you, and not getting to finish what I started. Seeing you all the time and not being able to touch you and tell you how beautiful you look.” I spank her harder. “Listening to your sass. Watching you walk away from me. Thinking about you constantly and wondering if you’ve been licking your fingers and playing with your clit when you’re alone in your bed, because I’m not fucking there to do it for you.”

She squeals with each strike of my hand, her ass growing burning hot. She wriggles around, like she wants it to stop, but she stays right where she is.

I drive my finger into her pussy and pump it in and out of her. “Not understanding what the hell I’m supposed to be doing at any time. Being at Court and wondering what I’m doing there. Not recognizing anything around me or understanding what anyone’s saying. Does any of that make sense?”

“All of it,” she whispers breathlessly. “It’s how I’ve been feeling, too.”

I gather her into my arms, stand up, and take her into the bedroom. The windows are drawn, and she’s beautifully flustered and dusky-cheeked in the half-light. I get rid of the rest of my clothes as she scoots up the bed and lays back, one of her hands dipping down, between her thighs, to play with herself. I watch her, entranced by the sight of her fingers rubbing her clit.

“Devrim?” Then she looks startled. “Oh, shit. I mean Your Grace. Daddy.” She covers her face with her other hand, embarrassed.

I smile at her and get my knees up on the bed. “I think you can probably call me Devrim when we’re like this.” Her pussy is so wet and hot when I lean down for a taste. “But you know what I prefer.”

There’s a condom on the nightstand. I rip the packet open, roll it down over my cock. I was reckless, the first time, out of sheer desperation, but there’s no reason to be foolish now. Wraye watches me, breathing lightly as I kneel between her thighs.

I grasp the base of my cock and sink into her, and she grips my length so sweetly. I try not to go too deep, all at once.

“Does that hurt?” I ask, through gritted teeth.

“Yes. Hurt me again, Daddy.”

Fuck, all right then. I thrust deeper, and she cries out, but begs me with her eyes.

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Don’t stop, please. I want to feel this.”

Each thrust makes her cry out, but less sharply each time. Slowly, her body relaxes, and I draw her into my arms as I pump my cock into her. I don’t know what I’m doing, most of the time, but everything with her feels perfect.

I push all the way to the hilt and pause, drinking in the sight of being buried deep inside her. Leaning down, I kiss her. “Punishing you is enjoyable as hell. But making you come is better.”

I pull out and go down between her thighs, lapping at her clit and gently squeezing her reddened ass. She grows breathless and threads her fingers through my hair, moaning louder and louder. A few minutes later, her pussy spasms with her orgasm, and her body flexes beneath my hands.

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