Lucas’ palm connected with her ass in a resounding smack, and she cried out. “One, thank you, Daddy!”
Another smack landed, harder this time, and she arched her back, welcoming the sting. “Two, thank you, Daddy!”
The third and fourth smacks fell in quick succession, and Emily’s ass burned in the best possible way. She moaned through gritted teeth, her saturated core throbbing for more.
“Five, thank you, Daddy!” she panted.
The spanking continued, each hit harder than the last. Tears of pain and pleasure blurred her vision as she counted and thanked him for each searing impact. By the tenth stroke, Emily was mewling, her pussy soaked and her nipples hardened to tight peaks. q
“Do you want more, little one?” Lucas asked, his voice laced with desire.
“Yes, Daddy, please!” she begged, her composure shattered. Q
Emily’s skin tingled, a delicious mix of pain and arousal coursing through her body. Lucas’ hand caressed her reddened ass, sending shivers up her spine.
“How did that feel, baby girl?” Lucas asked, his voice husky with desire.
Emily struggled to find her voice. “So good, Daddy,” she managed to whimper.
Lucas hummed appreciatively, his fingers trailing down to her dripping core. “You’re very wet and ready, aren’t you?”
“All for you, Daddy,” Emily breathed, pushing back against his touch.
Lucas’ hand stilled, and Emily could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in close. “Do you want me to keep spanking you?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
Emily’s heart pounded. The sting of the spanking still radiated through her, but she craved more. Wanted to push her limits, to please him. “Yes please, Daddy,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Go upstairs, baby girl,” Lucas growled. “Stand in the middle of the room, hands behind your back.”
Emily’s legs trembled as she ascended the stairs, Lucas’ commanding voice still ringing in her ears. The black lace of her bodysuit clung to her sweat-slicked skin, a sensual reminder of their heated encounter downstairs.
She entered the dimly lit bedroom, her stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. Taking her position in the center of the room, Emily clasped her hands behind her back and faced the bed, her breath coming in short, anticipatory gasps.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered to herself, savouring the words on her tongue. Her mind raced with possibilities of what Lucas had in store for her next. The metal plug inside her shifted slightly as she moved, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine.
Emily heard the clink of glasses and the pop of a cork from downstairs. Her pulse quickened. Lucas was coming. She straightened her posture, determined to be the perfect, obedient girl he desired.
Footsteps approached. Emily bit her lip, fighting the urge to turn around.
“Good girl,” Lucas’ deep voice purred from the doorway. “You follow instructions so well.”q
Emily felt a flush of pride at his praise. “Thank you, Daddy,” she breathed.
Lucas circled her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. Emily could smell the earthy scent of red wine as he sipped from his glass.
“You look absolutely divine,” he murmured, his free hand trailing along her collarbone. “My perfect little slut.”
Emily shivered at his touch, her skin igniting everywhere his fingers grazed. She ached to reach for him, to feel his solid warmth against her body. But she remained still, awaiting his command.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” Lucas said, his breath hot against her ear.
Emily’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I want you to use me, Daddy. Please. I’m yours.”
Lucas’ commanding presence filled the room as he approached Emily. His eyes raked over her form, a predatory glint in their depths.
“Bend over,” he ordered, his voice low and gravelly.
Emily’s breath caught as she complied, heart racing. The cool air kissed her exposed skin.
“How many times do you want me to spank you this time, baby girl?” Lucas asked, trailing a finger down her spine.
She shivered at his touch, desire pooling low in her belly. “Can we try another ten, Daddy?”
A beat of silence. Emily held her breath.
“Of course, baby girl,” Lucas replied, satisfaction evident in his tone.
Emily’s mind raced. Fuck, what had she gotten herself into? But god, she wanted it so badly.
Lucas’ palm connected with her ass, the sharp crack echoing. Emily gasped, pleasure and pain mingling.
“Count,” he reminded her.
“One,” she managed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Another smack landed. “Two. Thank you, Daddy.”
Emily lost herself in the sensations, each strike sending shockwaves through her body. Lucas’ fingers ghosted over her stinging flesh between swats.
“You’re taking it so well,” he murmured. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
Pride bloomed in Emily’s chest at the praise. She arched her back, silently begging for more.
By the final strike, Emily was trembling, wetness coating her thighs. “Ten,” she panted. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Lucas’ hand smoothed over her ass. “You did beautifully,” he said.
Lucas’ hand caressed Emily’s lower back, fingertips grazing the edge of the gleaming metal plug nestled between her cheeks. “How does that plug in your ass feel, baby girl?” he asked, voice husky with desire.
Emily shivered at his touch, her breath catching. “So good, Daddy. I feel so full,” she whimpered. The stretch and pressure was exquisite, unlike anything she’d felt before. Part of her wanted to grind back against his hand, to seek more stimulation, but she held still like a good girl.
“Good girl,” Lucas purred, giving her ass a light squeeze. His approval sent a thrill through her. Then he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he growled, “Just wait until I’m filling your ass later, baby girl.”
Emily’s legs nearly buckled at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. Jesus Christ, she thought, how am I going to survive him actually fucking my ass if just the thought of it turns me to jelly? But she wanted it – wanted him – so badly she ached.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “Please. I want to feel you inside me.” Her cheeks flushed at her own boldness, but Lucas had awakened something primal in her. All her inhibitions were melting away under the heat of his dominance.
Lucas’ strong fingers closed around the base of the plug, sending a shiver of anticipation through Emily’s body. With expert precision, he began to tug, slowly, deliberately, until the widest part of the metal stretched her entrance.
A cry of pleasure tore from Emily’s throat, raw and unrestrained. “Fuck, Lucas!” she gasped, her legs trembling as waves of sensation crashed over her.
Lucas’ low chuckle rumbled behind her. “That’s it, baby girl. Let me hear you.”
Emily’s mind whirled, consumed by the exquisite pressure. God, she thought hazily, how does he always know exactly what I need?
“More,” she whimpered, pushing back against his hand. “Please, daddy.”
“Patience,” Lucas murmured, his free hand caressing the curve of her ass. “We’ve got all night.”
Emily bit her lip, fighting the urge to beg. The intensity was overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurring together until she could hardly tell them apart.
“You’re doing so well,” Lucas praised, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good girl for me.”
Pride bloomed in Emily’s chest at his words. She’d do anything to keep earning that approval, to see the hunger in those piercing blue eyes.
“Tell me how it feels,” Lucas commanded softly.
Emily struggled to form coherent thoughts. “Full,” she managed. “So full, daddy. Like I’m going to burst.”
“But you won’t,” Lucas assured her. “You can take it. You can take everything I give you.”