What could be better than the feel of a beautiful woman within your arms, her head covered in silky curls tucked beneath your chin? Not much, Dalton thought and then grinned. The next few minutes would declare him a liar as he had every intention of feeling Coco come apart in his arms…something he considered the absolute best thing on Earth. Depositing her on the bed for the second time in the past couple of hours, he only then pulled the towel from her.
“Under the covers, baby.” He watched as she quickly obeyed, her thinness assuring she did feel the chill far more quickly than he ever did. When she rolled to her side, he shook his head. “No, honey. On your back.” The fact that the position would force her bottom to come into contact with the sheets was just one of the reasons for the instruction. A reminder as to why her ass was uncomfortable would only assure her relief when he lifted her sore cheeks up to enjoy his feast. Once she was on her back, her brow a bit furrowed as she attempted to settle into a more comfortable position, he drew the sheet and duvet up to her chin.
“Aren’t you…joining me, Daddy?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Of course, but there’s no reason for you not to be warm until I do.” Her brow instantly smoothed and her eyes sparkled. It didn’t take long for him to undress, his jutting erection speaking of his own arousal as vividly as her glistening thighs had earlier. As he moved to his side of the bed, he saw her licking her lips. He grinned wondering if she were remembering her penance. His cock stiffened even further as he pulled back the covers and joined her in their bed.
“Daddy! You’re cold!” she exclaimed, jerking a bit when he positioned himself over her.
“Don’t worry, ladybug, I’ll warm you up, and this time it won’t require a spanking.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she said softly, her eyes on his.
“I love you too, babygirl.” Cupping her face between his palms, he kissed her. What began with a tease, a slide of his tongue along the same lips she’d been licking, soon turned into the demand she part them. Pushing inside he found the warmth and the taste that was uniquely hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he claimed her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers as he deepened the kiss. Soft moans had his cock jerking and his heart racing as she clung to him. From the moment he’d seen her at a corporate fundraiser, he’d known.
It had taken months to convince her that he was interested in far more than bedding her and every moment, every encounter, every date had been a step to fulfilling what he’d decided the second their eyes met across the room. She would be his.
His lover.
His submissive.
His wife.
His little girl.
She’d never asked how he’d known something that she’d never admitted to herself much less another soul. She’d never questioned how he just knew she was ready to be his in every way. Instead, she’d given him her complete trust to lead her down a path very few traveled, in a role even fewer understood. It was a gift that he’d never take for granted and one he returned to her with his undivided attention to her welfare. Whether it was to reassure her of her strengths when she doubted her abilities in some huge legal battle, to spank her bottom raw when she disobeyed, to hold and comfort her, or to fuck her until she was boneless, he would rather die than to fail her.
Pulling back from the kiss in order to draw breath, he began to move down her body. His tongue painted a path over her skin causing her to shiver, his warm exhales drawing soft sounds of contentment as he dried the moisture he’d created with his licks as his lips nibbled lightly. Long before he reached her breasts she was squirming, her hands pushing against his shoulders. He grinned and was reminded of the old ditty about the determination of the common ant. Like they, she seemed determined to move him into the position desired. However, unlike the little insects that could shove, move, and carry far more than double their body weight, her small size assured defeat, but he couldn’t help but respect her for the effort. Though, of course, as her daddy, he couldn’t allow her to even think she was in control.
“Be still, and let Daddy play.”
“But, Daddy, I need you now!” she whined, her back bowing as his tongue ran in a circle around her areola, her nipple puckering tighter with every single stroke. Her hand moved from his shoulder to press against the back of his head, again attempting to lead him where she wanted.
Lifting his head, he shook it. “Some little girl seems to have forgotten her place,” he said, leaning over and opening the drawer to his nightstand. She mewled as he removed the leather cuffs.
“No, Daddy, I’ll be good.”
“Coco, sweetheart, when are you going to learn that you do not tell Daddy no and you aren’t in control? Hands.” It was obvious he didn’t expect an answer but did expect her to offer him her hands. Placing the fur-lined cuffs around each wrist, he then guided her arms above her head. With a click, the metal rings on the cuffs were secured to the headboard. Hearing her soft gasp, he grinned. Although Colette would never admit it, he knew that being restrained allowed his little one to sink even deeper into submission. Taking away her ability to move freely also removed any sense of responsibility. Being restrained meant that her daddy was the only one in control. She had absolutely no choice but to accept any and all things he’d choose to do to her. The only way she could stop any activity was to safeword…something she’d never done before.
“Now, where was I?” he asked, bending to kiss the tip of her nose. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, her tongue running across her bottom lip again. “Ah, that’s right. Daddy was using his tongue on his naughty, very horny, little one, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice soft with the lust he knew she’d been feeling ever since he’d removed her panties in the car.
Once again he began to lave her breasts, going even slower until she was squirming, whimpering, and arching again. It was several long moments before he drew a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling hard.
“Oh…oh, Daddy!” she cried, her chest heaving with her excitement. He took his time, suckling and flicking his tongue over the tight bud before taking it between his teeth. With his eyes on hers, he drew his head back, the movement elongating her nipple, her hiss growing sharper as he pulled back further. She bucked beneath him, her fingers opening and closing in the cuffs, her whimpers causing his cock to jerk. Releasing the nipple, he gave it a long, slow swipe of his tongue, soothing the slight pain before moving to give her other breast the same attention. By the time he began kissing a path down her flat belly, she’d flung her legs wide, the soles of her feet planted flat on the bed as she tilted her hips up.
“Eager are we?” he teased, his question asked with puffs of warm air across her skin.
“Plea…please, Daddy. I…I need—”
“Daddy knows exactly what you need, Coco.” Yes, he could read her like a book, knew what would send her off like a rocket and though he had every intention of sending her into space, it would be at his own pace. His tongue slid over the freshly shaven skin of her mons, licking along the creases of her thighs but not yet touching her sex. God, she was already soaking wet. It would take no more than a few licks of her pulsing little clittie and she’d be a goner. Leaving the poor bundle of nerves to suffer, to swell further, to pulse harder, he slid his hands beneath her bottom, squeezing each plump cheek.
“Ahhh, ohhh,” she moaned, her spanking assuring her ass was tender, and yet he could see another dribble of her nectar slip from between glistening folds. Lifting her slightly, he ran his tongue down her inner thigh. With a simple movement, he had the globes of her ass pulled apart, earning another soft moan that he so adored. Licking across her perineum had her whimpering but when he began to rim her anus, she cried out, bucking up as if to offer herself to him. He could hear the rattle of the short chains that held her cuffs to the bed and could see her trembling. If he weren’t careful, she’d come before he ever enjoyed dessert. Giving her heinie hole another graze of his tongue, he continued back up her opposite thigh. Poor little thing was practically shaking with her need. Broadening his tongue, he took one long, single, slow sweep from her anus, through the folds of her sex, over her clit and to the top of her mons.
Lifting his head, he saw her eyes glazed, her head tossing on the pillow, her nipples red from his attention and still tightly puckered. “Pure ambrosia,” he said softly, “absolutely the best dessert known to man.” Reversing direction, he took a second lick, her clit actually twitching as he gave it the softest of swipes. “No coming,” he instructed, lifting his head a second time.
“Oh, please!” she begged, “I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” he countered, speaking so that his breaths would waft across her soaked pussy. “And, Coco, if you don’t obey, then Daddy will have to punish you again, won’t he?”
Her moan was music to his ears, her shudder absolutely delightful. God, he loved teasing her, testing her and knew the struggle was real. He adored every single nuance of her battle as she fought to obey. “Answer Daddy,” he instructed, his tongue tapping against her swollen clit.