Page 30 of Protected By Her Daddy

Her hands flutter nervously under my scrutiny, moving to cover her pussy.

I shake my head. “No, little one. Let me see you. It’s a sin to hide something so beautiful.”

Wren’s chin comes up a notch, her eyes sparkling with a sliver of newfound confidence as her hands drop back to her sides.

“There’s my girl,” I praise. “My brave little bird.” I beckon her with my index finger. “Lie across my lap. Face down.”

She hesitates for a second before moving toward me. Inhaling deeply, she leans forward, resting her weight on my lap. Her breasts and stomach are cushioned by the pillow, her ass in the air.

I slide my hand up the back of her thighs to her lower back, watching as goosebumps break out on her skin. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasp, smoothing my hand over a firm, rounded globe. “Every part of you is made for my hands. Are you comfortable?”

Wren nods.

“I need your words, little bird.”

“Yes, I’m comfortable.”

I dip my fingers between her thighs. “Ah, fuck. Already wet for me.” Dragging my finger over her slick folds, I press my thumb against her clit.

“Oh!” Wren whimpers and squirms.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y-yes.” Wren’s reply is a breathy whisper.

My palm comes down on her ass.

She jolts in my lap. “D-did you just spank me?”

“I told you earlier I would put you over my knee if you didn’t behave.” I smooth my hand over her reddened flesh. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Wren?”

“Yes.”

I bring my palm down on her other cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to let her know who’s in control. “Are you sure? Good girls don’t go out in public with no underwear. Not without Daddy’s permission. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes. Gabriel, please!”

“Please, what, little bird?”

She squirms in my lap. “Please touch me.”

“Where would you like me to touch you?”

“Everywhere.”

“Oh, I will, love. But right now, you need to be more specific. Where do you want me to touch you?”

“M-my pussy.”

“Here?” I ask, cupping her mound. She’s gloriously wet. Holy hell, my girl likes being spanked. She’s fucking perfect.

Wren shakes her head, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

I smack her perfect ass cheek again. “Use your words, baby girl. Tell me where you want my fingers.”

She turns her head to look up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes slumberous with desire. “Inside me. And… on m-my clit.”

“Good girl.” I press a finger inside her and slap her ass at the same time. “Jesus, you’re tight. Your virgin cunt is gripping my finger like a vise. You’ll feel like heaven when I sink into you.” I spread her juices around her clit, circling the small nub with my thumb as I pump my finger in and out of her snug sheath. “Tell me what you want.”

---