The Institute, Daddy Issues(108)

“But you said…you said you wouldn’t spank me again un­til my bot­tom healed com­pletely,” I re­minded him breath­lessly.

“And so I will not, but as you poin­ted out be­fore, there are more ways than that to pun­ish.” As he spoke, he dipped the tip of his long middle fin­ger into the well of my pussy, gath­er­ing mois­ture. Then he stroked gently around my ex­posed rose­bud, mak­ing me stiffen.

“Oh, Papa!” I gasped.

“Gently, my darling.” Salt gave me a half-lid­ded look that was pure lust. “You must re­lax and get used to Papa touch­ing you every­where—even here. Can you open for me as you did be­fore while I lick and taste your sweet pussy?”

I bit my lip. “I…think so,” I whispered. After all, he’d touched me this way at the In­sti­tute. It had been fright­en­ing at first and it was still a little scary, but I liked the idea of giv­ing him com­plete and un­res­tric­ted ac­cess to my body. I also liked the thought of let­ting him touch me here, not be­cause someone else de­man­ded it, but be­cause I trus­ted him and wanted him to know all of me in­tim­ately.

“My brave girl,” Salt mur­mured, lean­ing down to place a gentle, open mouthed kiss on my in­ner folds. “So brave to let your Papa lick all the honey from your pussy while he opens your tight little rose­bud.”

God, his dirty talk was mak­ing me in­sane. Who knew that my stoic, Rus­sian part­ner could be so filthy between the sheets? I was so turned on I could barely breathe.

I tried to muffle a moan and didn’t quite suc­ceed as he began lick­ing me in earn­est. Start­ing at the bot­tom of my slit, he licked up­ward, bathing my in­ner cunt and my throb­bing clit with his hot tongue. At the same time, I felt the blunt tip of his fin­ger eas­ing gently into me, filling my rose­bud as he feasted on my open pussy.

“Papa,” I moaned shame­lessly as my hands found their way into his thick, black hair. “Oh, Papa, please.”

“That’s right.” Salt looked up for a mo­ment, his mouth and chin coated in my juices. “Moan for Papa. I love to hear my Baby­girl moan­ing and cry­ing while I lick her sweet little cunt.”

Then he bent his head and went back to busi­ness, teased my aching clit gently by tra­cing a circle around it with his tongue un­til I thought I was go­ing to die. And as he licked, his long fin­ger worked its way slowly into me, filling my rose­bud in a way that was both pleas­ur­able and em­bar­rass­ing.

“Papa,” I moaned, los­ing my­self com­pletely as I tugged on his hair and pushed my hips up to meet him. “Papa, please, please. I need…I need to come so bad. Please, Papa—please make me come!”

Salt looked up again, his pale eyes feral with lust.

“Ride your Papa’s tongue, Baby­girl,” he growled softly. “I am go­ing to press against you and let you open your­self and rub against me un­til you come.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue to my open cunt, mak­ing me feel com­pletely sur­roun­ded by his heat. I moaned and did ex­actly what he had ordered me to do. Work­ing against him shame­lessly, I pulled his hair and rubbed my open cunt against my part­ner’s hot mouth. He made a low growl of de­sire and pressed harder against me. At the same time, I felt his long fin­ger com­pletely in­vade me, filling my tight rose­bud and mak­ing me feel owned and opened every­where.

The sen­sa­tion of be­ing so open for him—of be­ing so com­pletely his—sent me spin­ning over the edge.

“Papa—Papa!” I wailed as my pleas­ure peaked and I came help­lessly against his tongue. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once and I wished des­per­ately that he was in­side me—not just his fin­ger or his tongue but his long, thick cock. The shaft I had sucked so eagerly un­der the din­ner table at the In­sti­tute. I wanted it in me to the hilt, open­ing me and own­ing me—mak­ing me his forever.

I was pretty sure Salt was think­ing along the same lines. He rode out my or­gasm, stay­ing with me though my hips were buck­ing wildly to­wards the end. When at last I col­lapsed in ex­haus­tion, he slid his fin­ger slowly out of me and bent down to lap gently around my pussy, clean­ing me up.

“So much honey, my sweet mishka,” he mur­mured, his voice thick with lust. “It makes your pussy so wet and slip­pery in­side.”