Page 230 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Grabbing a row of my favorite brand of PS condoms from the drawer, I turn back, pausing with a thought as I pass the kitchen. I eye the canister with the wooden utensils and smirk. I have a feeling my little minx is currently touching herself and I fucking love it.
Grabbing a wooden spoon, I shove it in the back pocket of my shorts and awkwardly jog back to her villa.
As I expected, Zoe’s blatantly touching herself when I walk in. It hits differently, watching her playing with her pussy to push my dominant side. She’s innocent and yet exciting and playful. It’s a dangerous combination for me.
“Naughty girl,” I scold, hooking my finger in a come-hither way. She smiles coyly and removes her hands from between her thighs. Rising, she bites her lip.
“I’m so sorry, Sir, but you were gone so long, I couldn’t help it. I was trying so hard to finish before you got back.”
I reach over my head and pull off my shirt, dropping it to the floor, and then hold my fist up, condoms loose in my grip. Letting them fall down in a dangling row, I say, “Now these will have to wait.” I tut her and reach behind my back to grab the spoon.
Putting the wood between my teeth, I close our distance and scoop her up. The wet heat of her center against my abs, her ass in my palms, and the condoms trailing like a tail behind her, I carry her to the counter. Plopping her bare ass on the cold granite, I smile.
She hisses at the sensation. I’m unsure if it’s the cold or the hardness of it on her sore ass that brings about the hiss though. And I don’t ask.
I jut my chin at her. “Hands behind your back.” She obeys shoving her chest out, her nipples puckered tightly. “Any colors on your mind right now?” I ask, smacking the spoon on my palm.
Her eyes widen at the sound, but she shakes her head, those bouncy curls sweeping off her bare freckled shoulders.
“Good.” I give her a devilish smile. “Because I’m about to teach you a valuable lesson about doing as you're told.”
Reaching out, I flick my thumb over one of her nipples. It’s silky and hard at the same time and my mouth waters to taste it. But that’ll have to wait, my naughty minx must learn first.
Using the spoon handle, I trace a line down her cleavage, under her breast and back up her chest and neck to tip her chin up with it.
“What were you told not to do?”
“Touch myself, Sir,” she says, her voice sure. Long gone is the nervous young woman. Before me now is a brave, adventurous, and stunning creature.
“And what did I say would happen if you didn’t obey me?”
She smiles, but instantly bites her lip to control it. “You were going to make my perky nipples pay.” She can’t hold it back; her grin is on full display.
“And why are you smiling about that, little girl?” I ask, while tracing her other breast with the spoon.
“I’ve wanted you to touch me there this whole time. And you know what they say…”
“What do they say?”
“Even negative attention is better than none.”
I smile at that. “Then you’re going to enjoy this.” With a quick toss, I flip the spoon around, so the handle is in my palm and the rounded part is ready to play.
I flick the bottom of the spoon’s curved side against her right nipple, in a lightning-fast strike. The spoon lands in a sharp swat, and to my fucking delight, she squeals. I watch as the punished nipple tightens further, blood flooding to the area.
“Did you like that?”
Her breathing is slightly elevated and her eyes a little glassy, but she nods. So I quickly smack the other. And this time, her squeal is followed by a trailing whimper.
“Gah, it hurts.”
“It’s punishment.”
Zoë licks her lips and they’re so red and swollen from biting them, I can’t resist tasting them. I kiss her, our melding mouths needy and wet. But then I’m completely in control and slow it down. My tongue sweeps into her mouth slowly as I palm her breast, massaging, and rubbing my thumb over her punished bud. Rolling and squeezing it, I lower my mouth onto her neck, then her collar bone, and finally her tortured nipple.
Her moan goes straight to my cock. Using my hand to torment her other nipple, I gently suck and play with the one in my mouth. She squirms with the contradicting sensations.
“I’m going to come on this counter,” she cries, and I pop off her nipple.
