Page 76 of Start With A Slap

Whoa,she thought.That mindfuckdoeswork on me like a charm. A sick, twisted charm...

“Good girl.” Closing his strong arms over her breasts and making her feel all safe and warm and wanted, he said, “I got you, sweetheart. What do you want, hmm? Want Daddy to do it again?”

Oh. Oh, this wasso. wrong. And the answer wasSO yes.

Gulping, she nodded.

“Say it.”

“I want,” God, she could feel him throbbing inside of her, all he had to do was start that pulsing thing, “I want you to do it again, what you did in your flat.”

“Say it right, Ivy.”

Evil. You are so evil...“I want you to do it again.” Mouth dry, she swallowed and shut her eyes. “...Daddy.”

With an aroused exhale, he sat up and began to jerk his body against hers. It was exactly what he’d done that morning, only they’d been face to face then: lodged deep inside, he assaulted her with quick, rhythmic pelvic thrusts. “Like this?”

“Ayeah!”

“Anything else?”

He knew what else! “You know what else!”

Sever came to an abrupt stop and said, “Tell Daddy what you want, or you won’t get anything at all.”

In that case... She turned to murmur in his ear, “Finger me.”

“Full sentences now.”

“Put your finger in me, ...Daddy.” Her neck prickled. It was shocking, embarrassing even, how much power that word held over her body. And his.

Cock twitching, he slid his hand down her torso to her pussy, eliciting a gasp. “You’re dripping on me.”

Well, yeah...

Then his middle finger slipped in and curved to hit her g-spot, and Ivy’s brain went blank.

“You like this, baby?” he goaded, reedy voice competing with the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Like the way I do this to you? No one else does you like Daddy... do they?”

Did he really need an answer? Didn’t all the shuddering and whimpering and staining of his linens make it obvious?

“Tell Daddy why you like this.”

‘Cause you’re a man-shaped Hitachi wand who knows all my buttonswould have been her most honest response — but all she could say at that point was, “Don’t stop, I’m gonna...”

She felt a soft tickle on her back. Was that the feather? Oh, god. It flitted down her spine to her-OhGOD!

That was it; she was gone.

Long, tense climb, OH-so-satisfying cannonball drop.Kasplash!

When she collapsed, limp as a ragdoll, he grabbed her by the hips and dropped the sweet talk. “That’s right,” he snarled as he maneuvered her body. “Take it.”

‘Kay.Take it was pretty much all she could do, so that worked out.

“You hot blonde bitch... You sodding temptress. Love my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

She hoped that was a rhetorical question because she couldn’t form words when he twisted the gag around her neck like that.

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