Page 242 of Daddy, Take Me Away
His whiskers, a shadow growing since his last shave, scrape my neck. “You remember those safety instructions, little girl?”
I nod. “Red, stop, yellow, slow.”
“Good girl.” He licks his tongue over the shell of my ear and I shiver. “Now, I’m going to spank this ass good.”
And he does, each slap of his hand brands my ass and I cry out as the burning sting takes over my senses. But when he pauses to knead my fiery globes, I note the trickle of my own juices dripping down between my thighs.
“Have you ever had a cock in your little bottom hole, Zoë?”
I shake my head. Fear flicks inside me, but my pussy throbs. To be taken like that, though scary, would be the ultimate submission.
“Daddy, no. I need your cock in my pussy.”
His dark growl sends shivers through me and I swallow hard. But not once do I think of saying yellow or red.
“Daddy’s going to train that little hole to take me one day, but for now I’m going to punish your ass with my belt so that pussy is sopping wet when I slam into it.”
He leaves me, my heart pounding with frisson. My legs tremble at the jingle of the buckle as his footfalls grow near.
“You like your ass punished, don’t you, little one?”
I nod, because it’s true. My adrenaline spikes with the sound of the belt snapping in his hands. I don’t know how I ever thought I wasn’t an adrenaline junkie because I’m pulsing with need for the unknown thrill his belt is going to bring.
The first stripe bites enough to make me scream. The second turns the first into a deep burn and the third eatsat the virgin flesh lower on my ass.
“Gah!” I call out with each new strapping, arching my back and pushing my ass toward his leather belt. The tip bites my skin like the mouth of the snake but I love every second.
He stops at ten; I know because he’s been counting out loud. The belt buckle crashes to the floor and I blow out in relief as the sting eases, morphing into that sizzle that licks fire to the deepest parts of my core.
Amadeo grabs my wrists moving my hands lower on the glass until I’m at a ninety-degree angle with my swollen ass stretching taught and my pussy open to the breeze of the air conditioner humming quietly.
He kisses my lower back and caresses my sore ass before spreading my cheeks wide and running his tongue over my pucker.
I groan, my cheeks burning with the stretch but still aching for more of his rough touch as soon as it’s gone.
The crinkle of the condom is like a candy wrapper to a starving man and I moan for him.
“Please hurry, Daddy.”
His answer to my plea is fingers dragging through my wetness to my throbbing clit.
“You’re glorious, Zoë. I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful than you right now, hands against the glass, with the backdrop of the ocean lit by the moon.”
There’s no words to reply, only a gasp of pleasure as he slides inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way.
He’s holding my waist as he plunges in and out of me, the tempo so perfect my orgasm builds faster than ever before. But when he releases one hip to play between my nether lips, I explode without warning on his cock.
“This tight pussy is mine, Zoë. And as long as you’re here, I’m your Daddy, yeah? Even if it’s only temporary while our exes are here.”
His words register, but my overloaded senses shove them aside. My pulse quickens as he continues penetrating me, deeper, faster, harder. And then, I’m calling out again before the pulsing from my first release has even subsided. His groan follows moments later and we both pant, the glass as foggy as the car windows in titanic and his words looming heavy like the iceberg.
Breakfast arrives and Amadeo brings it to the bedroom, setting it on the dresser. I’m still naked under the covers, feigning sleep. Since apparently faking shit is my thing.
He’s fully dressed in a pair of chinos and a linen shirt. I peek at him while he removes a covered plate from the tray.
“Hey sleepyhead, you need to eat.”
I yawn, stretching under the covers. Even though I can’t remember when I ate last, I have no appetite. I’m too busy obsessing over the fact that Mark was right. I’m a fucking fake.
