Page 40 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Taste yourself, Sloane. Taste what a dirty girl you are.”

She closed her eyes and let out a soft, needy sound. Her cheeks were bright pink, and the way she looked when she sucked on my fingers, tasting her own arousal, had my cock throbbing in my slacks.

“Good girl,” I murmured, and her eyes flew open, locking on mine. “Look at me, Sloane.”

She didn’t hesitate.

My chest tightened, but I pushed the feeling down and focused on the task at hand.

“You’re going to do what I tell you,” I demanded of her. “Because if you don’t, your next punishment will be much, much worse. You understand?”

She swallowed and nodded, and damn, that look on her face had me wanting to fuck her senseless.

“Tell me, Sloane,” I growled. “I want to hear you say the words.”

“I-I understand,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good girl.”

She flushed even darker, and it was fucking adorable.

“Now, you’re going to get down on your knees and suck my cock like a good little slut, unless you want me to use my belt on your sore little pussy next.”

She didn’t argue. In fact, her gaze dipped to my belt, and I watch the shiver roll through her body.

Interesting.

Without a word, she slid down onto her knees and reached up, unbuttoning my slacks. She didn’t waste any time, sliding the zipper down and reaching in, pulling out my cock. Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as she took in the sight.

My cock was already rock-hard. The moment I spanked her ass and saw the way she squirmed, the way her body reacted to my punishment, my cock was throbbing and aching. I hadn’t been this turned onever in my life.

She leaned forward, her small hand wrapped around my thick girth, and ran her tongue over the tip of my cock, tasting the bead of pre-cum.

I groaned.

“Look at me, little girl,” I ordered. “Let me see those big, pretty eyes on me while you suck me off.”

Her lashes lifted and she looked up at me, her hand sliding up and down the length of my shaft.

She opened her mouth and slipped the head of my cock past her lips, andholy fuck, she was incredible.

“That’s right,” I whispered, running my fingers through her silky hair, holding it away from her face. “Show me how much you want my cum.”

She moaned around me, and I bit back a curse, wrapping my hand around the hair at the back of her scalp. Her mouth was warm and wet and eager. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and it took everything in me not to bury myself balls-deep in her throat.

“Fuck, Sloane, such a good little slut.”

She whimpered and closed her eyes.

“No,” I ordered, tugging her hair, pulling her off my cock. “Eyes on me, naughty girl. Let me see the pretty eyes I’m going to make cry before I’m done with you.”

She shivered, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, but she didn’t look away.

She was perfect.

She was mine.

And I was never, ever letting her go.

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