Page 33 of Blake

Savannah perched on the edge of the couch, her green eyes wide as she waited.

Blake stood across from her, his skin prickling with anticipation. "Strip for me," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

With a coy smile, Savannah began peeling off her clothes layer by layer, revealing herself to him. As she exposed her body to him, he felt his own body react to her every curve and angle. She was, as he expected, utterly gorgeous.

"Good girl," Blake praised as she sat naked before him. "Now, I want you to trust me. Close your eyes."

She complied without hesitation. He loved how easily she was submitting to him. She had been worried about giving up control around a Dom, but he could see she was a natural. She was loving it.

"Remember your safeword: 'Red,'" he reminded her gently. "I won't blindfold you in case you feel too vulnerable, but I want you to keep your eyes closed. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Savannah whispered, closing her eyes tight shut.

Blake approached her quietly. He sank to his knees and placed his hands on her skin, exploring her body with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire. He squeezed her nipples, then trailed his fingers down her curvaceous hips, eliciting gasps when he bit her gently on the shoulder.

His hands traveled lower, between her thighs. Every bit of her was beautiful. Perfect. Everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman.

He bent down, his mouth grazing her inner thigh. And then he began, one by one, kissing each of her beautiful red freckles.

“Mmm,” Savannah moaned, still keeping her eyes tight shut. “That feels ticklish but good.”

I’m worshiping you, thought Blake.And very soon, princess, you’re going to be worshiping me.

Of course, he wouldn’t have time to kiss every single freckle right now. But it was a goal, a mission, his life’s work . . . She had to know that each one of her precious freckles made her sparkle. He had to make her feel as sparkly as she looked.

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and trailed his kisses farther and farther toward her pussy. Damn, even the skin this close to her center was freckled. It was so . . . Fucking . . . hot. He had never seen skin like it, peppered with marks that, for some reason, drove him into a frenzy.

Finally, his tongue licked her velvety folds and he tasted her: like strawberry shortcake.

Yum.

"Ah, fuck . . ." Savannah moaned, gripping the back of the couch for support. He looked up at her and noticed her eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay shut.

“No peeping, sweetheart,” he said, moving his mouth away from her sex for just a moment. “And no cursing, either. Or Daddy’s going to redden that freckled bottom of yours.”

She squirmed in her seat, clearly excited at the prospect of another spanking.

Blake’s tongue continued to dance over her clit, hungry for that sweet taste again. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her thighs as he licked her, pulling her toward him so that his tongue could get exactly where she needed it most.

He felt her legs tremble and heard her begin to moan, and he knew that she was close.

"Come for me, babygirl," he growled into her pussy, sending her over the edge.

“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped, her orgasm rolling through her like a tidal wave.

Fuck, hearing her call him that felt good. Better than good.

"Well done, darling," Blake murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You trusted me, and I'm proud of you. Good things will happen when you trust me."

Savannah's eyes were still closed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her body trembling with release.

"Sit up now," Blake commanded, his voice low and urgent. "Keep your eyes closed, but open your mouth for me."

Blake unbuttoned his jeans, sighing with relief as he released his aching hard-on. He grabbed the base of it and guided it toward her open mouth.

Holy hell.

The moment he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, coating it in her warm wetness, he knew he had to be careful. If he didn’t watch out, he’d come immediately. He’d wanted this for so long, to be a Daddy to a beautiful, bold, fierce Little like Savannah. And he’d been so desperate to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers ever since he’d seen her licking that damn ice cream at the beach.

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