Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I squeal when his palm smacks my ass. I like how it feels like this, bent over his lap. It’s somehow soothing.
“Yes, daddy,” I say. “You know,” I tell him. “I can’t get the thought of me over your knee out of my head.”
“Ahh,” he says, his voice getting husky. “Babygirls like their lap time. Over the knee. Cuddled up on the lap. None of those hardcore whipping posts for my baby.”
The mention of it makes my heart race, though. “Would you whip me?” I ask him.
The sound of his groan makes me close my eyes, overcome with arousal for him all over again. “I can’t tell you how badly I want to stripe you,” he says. “There are many, many things I’d like to do to you.”
“Oh?” I ask, with a little thrill. I love that. “And there are a few things I want to do to you,” I say.
I feel his cock twitch beneath my belly.
“Like what, baby?” he asks, fisting my hair.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “I want to suck your cock, daddy. I want to swallow every drop.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, his cock beneath my belly turning to steal. With a gentle push, he drops me to my knees in front of him.
“Do you, Giada?” he asks.
Excitement races through me.
“Yes,” I whisper, my mouth dry. “Please, daddy.”
Eyes on mine, he unfastens his belt and whisks it through the loops. “Strip,” he commands, his voice hoarse.
On my knees, my eyes on him, I take my clothes off and toss them to the side until I’m kneeling naked in front of him. I’ve let him spank me and bring me to climax, but he’s never seen me naked. I tremble. This is something different, something special.
When he takes my body in, he groans, gently palming my breasts and flicking his fingers over my nipples.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, before he releases my breasts and folds his belt over. Tucking it under his arm, he unfastens his pants. “I want you to suck my cock while I strap you,” he says.
Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God.
Yes.
I nod eagerly. “Yes, daddy. Please, daddy.”
I eye his large, engorged cock and lick my lips. l can already taste him, musky and salty. Yes.
Taking the head of his cock in my mouth, I run my tongue along the slit.
“That’s it,” he says, “such a good girl,” a second before he lets his belt fly.
A line of delicious fire lights up my ass. I suck with vigor, loving his groans, and the way his hips thrust him deeper and deeper in me. I didn’t think I’d want this, but hell I love his belt.
“God, that feels good,” I tell him in between languid strokes of my tongue. “Will you spank me with your belt one day, daddy? A real good strapping?”
“Fuck yes I will,” he groans. I’ve worked him up so hard he’s ready to lose all control. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
I nod my head, eager to please him in this way. My ass is on fire when he lights it up again, flicking the strap over my naked skin with perfect precision, just hard enough to build a perfect erotic sting. I anchor my hands on his legs when he whips his belt against me again, then he drops it to the floor right before he comes. I suck him without wavering, swallowing with a grin on the lips wrapped around his cock. I fucking love that I can do this for him.
I love how he runs his hands through my hair and whispers his thank you.
I love how he cradles my head in his lap and tells me how beautiful I am.
I love that I can bring him as much pleasure as he brings me.
We don’t stop, reveling in the night we have with each other. Just the two of us. I want to see what he can offer me, and hell does he deliver.
He ties me up and shows me the array of pleasure he can bring me. We play out the scenes I’ve written, though he enjoys adding his own kinky twists, and I gladly bring him pleasure on my knees again, his blindfold sinking me into glorious darkness. We spend hours with one another. It isn’t until the sun begins to rise outside the window, and I’m up on his chest exhausted but elated, that he tells me it’s time to go home.
“Listen,” he says. “The dungeon isn’t really safe for us. I like bringing you here, but I want us to only play in my room.”
“Oh?” I ask. “Why?”
“Someone may have recorded us,” he says.
My heart stops but I keep my cool, .“Oh?”
He nods. “Yeah. No one I recognized, but someone had a phone on and pointed at us. I’m hoping it’s nothing, but all we need is a student reporting us for scening.”