Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"No, no," he scolds. "Don't look. If you're a good girl and take this spanking like I tell you to, then I'll reward you. Until then, I'm not going to touch you."
"Oh."
I have no idea what else to say, but it's clear that Nathan is enjoying this.
"I'm going to spank you until I think you've had enough. Every time you squirm or try to move, I'll add five more. So, I'd recommend that you stay very still. And count."
"Count?"
"Out loud," he says firmly. "I want you to know exactly how many spanks you're getting."
I shiver with excitement that’s spiced up by the smallest thread of nervousness. I know he'd never hurt me, but this is all so new, and I'm admittedly still a little sore. But I want to do this. I want to be good for him, so much that I have to stifle an excited giggle. "Okay. I understand."
"Good."
His hand comes down again, this time on the opposite cheek, and I gasp, a little stunned by the impact.
"I...oh. One," I manage, squeezing my eyes shut.
"One," Nathan repeats, and the next blow lands, lower than the first, and the sound echoes around the room.
"Two!"
The third and fourth come in quick succession, and I whimper. It barely hurts, almost not at all, but the way his spanks are heating the skin of my ass is making me so turned on. My legs are shaking, but I haven't moved yet.
"Three! Four!"
He pauses, his hand resting on the small of my back. "You're doing very well, baby. How are you feeling?"
"Um…" I bite my lip, trying to get my bearings. "It stings but...in a good way."
Nathan laughs, and the sound is deep and throaty. "Oh, we're just getting started. But first..." His fingers dip into my pussy, and I gasp. They feel so good, pushing into me and curling inside of me, and it's all I can do to stay still. "Do you think you can make it to ten, baby?"
"Y-Yes," I manage, even though my knees are shaking and I'm gripping the edge of the tub for dear life.
"Do you want me to stop? You can tell me, and I’ll do it."
"No!"
"No, what?"
"Don’t stop."
"Good girl." He pulls his fingers out, and I whine, the sound dying as the first slap lands again.
"Five," I gasp, fighting so hard not to wiggle back against him. Just five more and he'll let me come. I hope.
Slap!
"Six!"
"Seven!"
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
"Ten!"
As soon as the word is out of my mouth, his fingers plunge into me again, and I can't hold back anymore. I thrust back against him, needing the friction, and the sound of pleasure that leaves me is almost feral.
"Oh, baby, you were such a good girl," Nathan rasps, his voice a harsh growl. "I think you deserve a reward."
"Please, Daddy."
"Don't worry. I'm going to take care of you."
He keeps fingering me, and his other hand slips under me to grab my breast. He squeezes it, kneading the soft flesh and making me writhe with need. My nipples are so hard, I'm not sure how I'm managing not to come.
"Nathan, please."
His response is another spank, a sharp one that makes me yelp. "What was that?"
"I mean...Daddy, please," I beg, and that seems to be the magic word.
He groans and his fingers plunge deep into me. My body is trembling, and I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. It's all I can do not to scream.
His fingers thrust in and out. "Such a good girl. Come for me, Noelle."
My whole body seizes, and my mind goes blank as the first wave of my orgasm hits. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and he keeps pumping them in and out of me, coaxing even more waves of pleasure through my body.
When I can't take it anymore, he finally pulls his hand away, and I collapse back against him, boneless and breathing hard.
"There, there." He kisses my cheek, his hands running over my body, soothing me and bringing me back down to earth. "That was perfect, Noelle. You did so well."
I smile up at him, feeling giddy and satisfied, and a little tired. The bath has gotten lukewarm, but the water is still nice.
"Come here, baby," he says and guides me so that my back is against his chest again, and he wraps his arms around me.
"Was that a good Christmas Eve gift?" I ask softly.
"Definitely." He chuckles. "We've only just gotten started."
After refilling the bathtub and actually bathing, we get dry off and Nathan suggests we go to the Christmas farmer's market downtown to get a few things for dinner. I'm still floating on cloud nine, trying not to think about how long I'm going to stay with Nathan or what will happen once the holiday is done.
Thank goodness I have my luggage, so I change into jeans, a red sweater, and tall brown boots. Nathan goes to make sure the storm didn't ruin any of his light display, which I think he likes more than he lets on, while I finish my hair.