I sink onto his lap on the couch one afternoon, wearing a white lacy set. He plucks at the pink bow at the front.
“Don’t you look a pretty picture, little girl.”
My knees hug his hips, and I arch into his chest, enjoying my body against his, but actually feeling pretty, too.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Against my sex, I feel his cock is hard in his pants. “Too pretty to fuck, or just pretty enough?”
He pulls my underwear aside and slides two fingers through my pussy. “Far too pretty to fuck. Look at this pussy. She’s perfection.”
I lean into his fingers and wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as sensations race through me. His hazel eyes glimmer like sunshine on water. “But I like it when you get me all messy.”
Without getting off his lap, I undo the buttons on his shirt and run my hands up his warm chest. I help him out of his shirt and undo his pants, running my fingers up and down his length and watching the pleasure flickering over his face. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on.
Apart from that first time, when we nearly had sex on his sofa, he’s always used a condom. He rarely finishes while wearing it, though, preferring to come on me. I’m happy with this as it wouldn’t help our secrecy any if I were to get pregnant.
Devrim clenches the base of his cock in his fist, and I sink down onto him, uttering a moan of pleasure. I work myself up and down on him, while he undoes my bra and slips it from my shoulders. It’s not long until I’m shuddering against him and moaning loudly with each hungry movement of my hips. As my peak crests, I feel him fastening my wrists behind me with my bra.
I open my eyes and gaze at him, breathing hard. There’s a glint in his eyes, which tells me what’s going to happen next.
He pushes me face down on the sofa and pushes my legs open with his knees. “Pretty baby, all tied up and helpless.”
Then he drives his cock into me. He likes this position, where I’m helpless beneath him, and he can pull my hair and spank my ass, while he fucks me hard. If he’s already spanked me, he likes to pinch my reddened flesh and makes me squeal for him.
Today, he pulls out and puts a pillow under my hips. I hear the soft clink of something behind me. A moment later, his leather belt strikes me across my behind.
“Does it hurt?”
I shove my face into the sofa cushion and squeal in pain. “Yes, Daddy, it hurts. It hurts so bad.”
He cracks the belt again. “How about now?”
“Motherfucker.”
“Language, little girl. Can you take anymore?”
When I don’t answer, he pinches one of the welts on my ass, and I buck my hips, trying to make it stop. “Hold still.” He pinches harder, until I stop wriggling around. “Well?”
“Well what?”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and turns my face toward him. “Are you giving me cheek?”
Despite the pain in my scalp and my burning ass, I smile at him. “Who, me, Daddy?”
“Yes, you, little girl. Are you going to be good?”
I lick my lips. “I’ll consider it.”
His eyes narrow as he receives my meaning loud and clear. Make me.
He shoves my face into the sofa cushion. A moment later, he straps me with his belt, and then again. Behind my back, my fingers wriggle as I try to dispel the pain. He pauses between each strike and lines them up carefully, but that only draws out the agony.
“Ow, ow, ow! Okay! I’ll be good.”
The belt cracks over my ass again, across every mark he’s already left, and they burn in unison. I scream loudly, thankful that there are no neighbors on this floor. “I said I’ll be good. I promise. Please.”
He grabs my hair and turns my head toward him again. “What was that?”
I take a deep breath and say, “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
He drops the belt and drives two fingers into me and rubs hard on the spot right behind my clit. “That’s better. Show Daddy you can be a good girl and come on my fingers.”
With everything down there burning hot and sensitive and his thick fingers hitting just the right spot, it doesn’t take long for another climax to tear through me.
Devrim kneels between my legs and thrusts inside me, and he takes my reddened flesh between his fingers and squeezes hard.
I hiss in pain. “I’m being good, aren’t I?” Oh, poor little me. Please don’t pinch me again.
He pinches me again. “Yes, you are, but Daddy wants you to squeal as he fucks you, because you sound so cute.”
I try to squirm out from beneath him, but he plants a hand on my back. I’ve got nowhere to go with my hands tied and his weight pinning me down as he pumps into me. We have a word I can say if it gets too much, but it’s always been unnecessary, and I prefer to sass him to wind him up even more.