Page 81 of Royal Beast
I sit down, and she drapes herself over my lap, tensing up immediately. Stroking a hand over her ass, I rub slow circles into it. “We’re not going to start until I can tell you’re ready,” I say, my tone leaving no room for argument.
It takes a few moments but Darcy slowly relaxes, breathing evenly in and out as I pet her backside. Once she’s nice and loose-limbed, I reach for the paddle and raise it, bringing it down with a swift, resounding smack. Darcy’s ass blooms red immediately, and she whimpers, though she doesn’t cry out.
“One,” I call out. Running gentle fingers over the spot, I rub it for a moment before pulling my hand back and giving her another smack with the paddle. “Two.”
She whimpers again but still doesn’t make any other sound. I stroke the heated flesh, admiring the beautiful pattern left behind, the lace marking her skin in intricate swirls.
The next hit lands, and a broken cry slips from her lips, tears starting to fall. “Three,” I say over the sound of her tears. I’ve been expecting her to break soon, and I’m ready for it. I bring the paddle down two more times, swift and precise. Darcy’s sobs grow louder, and I gently soothe the red, tender marks, murmuring soft reassurances.
“Four, and five. Let it out, baby,” I encourage, my words wrapping around her like a blanket. “You’re safe with me. Let all those tears fall.”
Raising the paddle, I bring it down once more, a fraction harder.
“Six.”
Darcy’s body shakes as she cries out, ass growing red as a cherry tomato. The lace pattern crisscrosses across her flesh, leaving gorgeous marks that I stroke with a loving touch, marveling at their beauty.
Another two swats, one after another, and she’s trembling head to toe, the sobs racking her body. “Y–Yellow,” she stammers out, toes curling as she struggles to stay still.
“That’s seven and eight. Good job telling me,” I say, setting the paddle down as I rub her ass, soothing the burning sensation as best I can. “We have two more to go. Can you take them or do we need to stop?”
Darcy looks up, her eyes rimmed red from crying, face a mess of tears and snot. “I want to finish,” she insists, sniffling through her words.
“Then I’m going to make them hard and I’m going to do it fast, and then it will be over, okay, sweetheart?”
She sniffles again and nods, turning her head back to face the floor, but I lift her chin with one finger, making her look at me. “I need you to verbalize it for me, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says with a shaky sigh.
For the last two, I bring the paddle down hard and she screams, flailing as I finish.
“Nine and ten,” I tell her, then toss the paddle into the corner before scooping her up to cuddle her to my chest. “You did it, baby, it’s all over. It’s done. You’re all done. Look at yourself. You’re strong. You’re amazing. You’re safe with me.”
We rock back and forth slowly for a few minutes as I praise her and press kisses to the top of her head, cheeks, forehead, and eyelids. Her sobs slow and she breathes deeply in and out, relaxing into my chest.
“Are you ready for the last part?” I ask, making sure she’s looking into my eyes. I want to know that she’s still with me, that she’s doing alright. Her trusting me with this precious gift makes my heart tighten in my chest, and all I can do is hope I’ve given her what she needs from me.
“Yes,” she breathes out, eyes locking onto mine. As I look deep into her blue eyes, the depth of emotion there nearly knocks the air out of me—so raw, so powerful as to be almost overwhelming.
“Okay. I’m going to have you sit right here for me,” I tell her, rolling my shirtsleeves up. She sits on the bed, hands clenched on her thighs while I pick up the padded cuffs and show them to her.
“What’s your color, baby?” I ask.
She stares at the cuffs for a moment and then shakes her head. “Yellow,” she admits quietly.
“Okay, no cuffs then. How about this? You love to sit on my face. How about you sit on my face while I eat you out, and that way, you’re in full control?” I offer.
Darcy seems to like this idea, and she nods before correcting herself. “Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I reward her with a kiss before tucking the cuffs away.
It takes me a few seconds to get undressed, but once I’m down to my boxers, I climb onto the bed and lie about halfway down, then pat my chest, waiting for Darcy to move.
She crawls up and positions herself over my face, wincing as she shifts, her ass still red from the paddling.
Just before she gets on top of me, she stops, reaching out to stroke one hand over the marks when she catches a glimpse of them in the full-length mirror across the room. A small smile blooms and she turns back to face me, some of the old confidence sparking in her eyes.
Settling over my face, she begins to rock back and forth, her pussy surprisingly wet. Maybe there’s a little bit of a masochist in Darcy after all. I suck in a breath, then start to flick my tongue, rolling it from her clit down to her entrance, lightly tonguing the slickened entrance.
Her pussy grinds into my face as she bucks against me, and I hold her thighs, making her take my tongue deeper. Her soft, slick walls clench around the intrusion, a high-pitched keening noise breaking free.
