Page 81 of Barron

Emitting noises that sounded strange even to her, she dropped her forehead to the bed. At last. Her tenacity and endless optimism had paid off. She’d held on to her love and her dream, and returned from Miami when everything pointed toward rejection and disappointment. She’d risked her heart and soul, put everything on the line, and here was her triumph: offering her submission for her Daddy’s pleasure fulfilled her every wish, and overjoyed her Little heart.

He slapped her ass, with one delicious and arousing blow after another. Her core spasmed and her clit twitched desperately. Wanting…

What? Forget wanting. Daddy wasn’t anywhere near her clit or core. His attention was on her butt. The release she craved wasn’t coming soon. A new challenge for her, hold back the climax. Difficult? Yes. But she’d asked for this and he was taking her to limits she didn’t know.

On and on, he crisscrossed her flesh, hard and soft, hard and soft. His intention and pattern made sense to her. The choreography of blows excited her to dizzying heights, then brought her down to the beginning.

The sensation in her ass was an entirely different experience. Whether soft or hard, each blow intensified the stimulus in her butt, drove the vibrator deeper, and her mind spun faster.

“Are we in red?”

“No, Daddy.” She floated between mind ecstasy and physical excitement and her response came out low and a little too soft.

“Yoanni? Are you in Little space?”

She nearly growled. Didn’t he understand? Why would he interrupt?

“Fuck no.”

Behind her, Barron gasped. “Hey, potty mouth. What’s with the cursing?”

What was she supposed to do? She wasn’t used to this, and he’d never asked her to hold her climax before. Her entire system demanded release. A release he was holding back from her.

“Cursing? That’s nothing.”

“Is that how it is?”

“Damn right.”

He put his fists on the bed, cradling her between his arms. His muscular chest, hot and damp from the exertion, hovered over her. “We’re not there yet, princess,” he teased close to her ear. “And you’re not coming until I give you permission.” Straightening again, he resumed the slaps to her butt. “You like to be spanked? Enjoy the ride.”

Time and again, his hand fell on her thighs, butt, and out to her hips. A remarkable detail filtered through her addled mind: he kept a careful distance from her lower back. Yoanni’s soul warmed instantly. An overwhelming emotion that she supposed was true love filled her heart and gave her a new perspective. In the midst of overwhelming passion, he pleased her, granted her request for daring and naughty sex, and still protected her. He was fully aware of her tender and easily injured areas, her kidneys. The slapping pain on her butt was thrilling, fun, and safe. Tonight, he’d proven he’d never abuse or mistreat her.

“Okay, baby. Let’s take this up a notch. Are you okay? Any red?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I’m using a toy. It’s a double-tongue slapper. We’re testing your response. Ready?”

“Yes,” she murmured with a touch of trepidation. She wanted to try, but was still an impact-play beginner. She shouldn’t have worried. The noise of the slapping toy was louder and stronger than the actual strikes on her butt.

She giggled.

“What?”

“Sounds so dramatic.”

“Hmmm,” Barron murmured and stopped his spanking.

She was about to asked why when his finger invaded her aching and desperate core and her thoughts changed direction. Yoanni clenched her muscles around his finger, refusing to let him leave. She couldn’t handle the emptiness again.

“Baby, your cream is all over my hands. You’re dripping.” He moved his finger in a playful twist inside her, then slowly pulled out. Yoanni arched her butt in a silent plea to stay. But he didn’t go far. He slipped his finger within her pussy lips, pinched her aching clit with a light pull, and she exhaled, dangerously at the brink of ecstasy.

“Almost, sweetheart.” She couldn’t see him, only guess what he had in mind to do, and that added to her arousal.

“Do what I say. Put your weight on your forehead and spread your butt cheeks for me. I want full access to you.”

Yoanni thought she’d swoon at the erotic headiness of the moment. His explicit words had her reeling. When she obeyed and cool air wafted on her exposed ass and sex, a sense of disbelief struck her. She was doing this, happily spreading herself for her lover, displaying her most intimate parts, and loving every minute of it.

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