“Oh, yes,” he said. He stepped forward
, and he reached for her hand. It took it and placed it over the bulge in his pajama pants so she could feel his thick cock. He was hard.
“Daniel…”
“You feel that, princess? That’s all you. You did that to me. That’s what I think about you. So when you ask me if I want to feel you come? Yeah, I want to feel you fucking come, and I want you to do it right here: on my dick.”
“I…I don’t know if I can come that way,” she whispered.
She’d never been able to come during sex before. That just wasn’t really her thing. Masturbating? No problem. She could make herself come easily with a few flicks of her fingers. That had never been a problem at all.
But this?
This was something different.
Something stronger.
Something naughtier.
“You don’t think you can come that way?” He didn’t sound like he was judging her. He just seemed like he didn’t believe her, and then he chuckled. “Oh, princess, by the time I’m done with you, can’t won’t be a word in your vocabulary anymore.”
“Is that so?” She whispered, breathless. Her hand was still on his cock, and she found herself rubbing him over the pants a little. She shouldn’t have been touching him so much, but she did. She rubbed him very gently at first, and then she was a little more firm. He looked at her for a long time, and then he kissed her.
Fuck, she loved kissing Daniel.
There was nothing that really compared to it. She was still without her pants, and her hand was on his dick. His own hand finally found that special space between her legs, and he stroked her there until she thought she really might come standing up there in the kitchen.
“Okay, princess,” he said. He finally pulled away. “Turn back around.”
“What?” She whispered, surprised.
“You earned yourself two spankings, and I’ve only given you one. Time for round two.”
She looked at his cock and then back up at him. She wasn’t sure if she was really ready for this: for any of this, but if he was being honest, and he was telling her the truth, then she knew that no matter what happened, it would all be worth it in the end.
“Okay,” she whispered, and she turned back around.
She planted her hands, once more, on the counter.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and the way his voice went all dark and dangerous made her even more wet. She was so slick that she could feel her wetness on her legs. Her pussy felt empty and achy. She wanted to feel him there between his legs.
She wanted him so very badly.
“Pretty,” he murmured, and she felt his eyes on her.
Pretty?
No one had ever called her pretty like this before.
Then again, no one had ever bent her over a countertop and spanked her silly, either. No one had ever touched her, running their hands over her bottom the way he was now. He was rubbing her skin and even though it was tender, the sensation felt really, really nice.
It felt almost heavenly, and she loved it.
She loved the way he was touching her and playing with her. She loved the way his hands seemed to know exactly where she wanted to be touched.
“Okay, princess,” he said. “It’s time.”
He sounded almost remorseful, as though he didn’t want to stop touching her to spank her. She had earned this, though. She knew it was coming, and she was ready for it.