Page 13 of Defended
Chapter 5
As much as she’d liked it when he’d called her a good girl, naughty little girl somehow sounded even better.
Because those were Melody’s favorite books. The Daddy Dom books. It felt so wrong to love them so much. She was smart. Independent. Had been taking care of herself for a long time. She had loving parents who hadn't ever neglected her. Her own father was a good dad.
She didn't know why she loved the idea of a Daddy Dom so much.
But she did. Just as much as she was loving the way Kawan was holding her right now, with a gentle but firm grip… the authority in his voice… the way he supported her while he was arousing her…
She needed that support. Getting weak in the knees was the least of her body's reactions. Her nipples were so hard they felt itchy. The pulsing emptiness in her pussy made her want to beg to be filled. She felt so swollen and wet that all she had to do was press her thighs together and it stimulated her.
The impulse to turn around and rub herself all over him was nearly overwhelming. If he hadn't had such a firm grip on her, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't have.
For the first time in her life, it felt like her brain had entirely turned off. She wasn't consumed with the thoughts or doubts that usually distracted her. This was anin-body experience like she'd never had before.
The heat coursing through her, the emptiness that ached to be filled... the eroticneedinessobliterated everything else.
She'd never understood until now, just how sexy a hand on her throat could be. The simple brush of his fingertip over her sensitive skin, the strength she could feel in his fingers, it made her feel so vulnerable yet somehow completely protected.
"Um, what was the question again?" she asked. She really couldn't remember.
"How often do you read Daddy Dom books, little girl?" His teeth nipped at her earlobe and Melody whimpered. She was pretty sure she would have melted into a little puddle of sexual need if he wasn't holding her up. As it was, her panties were soaked beneath her skirt and she could actually feel the slick cream now coating the tops of her thighs as she rubbed her legs together.
To be a good girl or to be a naughty little girl?
That was the question.
For the first time, she remembered that they'd been watching a scene, and her eyes flicked to the Domme and her red-bottomed sub. She hadn't even noticed that they'd finished the spanking and the Domme was now using a wicked looking vibrator on the writhing, panting submissive. Melody's insides clenched all over again as the sub cried out with passion, climaxing despite—or maybe because of—the harsh spanking.
"Um... not often?" she lied. It wasn't even a very good lie, but it's not like she was trying particularly hard to be convincing.
She wanted to see what would happen.
The vibration of his chuckle rumbled against her back."Alright, naughty girl, if you want to play we can play."
That sounded good, but Melody almost wanted to cry when he stepped away from her. His hand slid around her neck, now cupping the back of it, using it to direct her as he began to move to the semi-private alcove lining one of the club's walls. To be honest, Melody was so turned on that she didn't care where he wanted to do whatever he was going to do, but in the back of her head she knew she'd be grateful later.
He let go of her when they reached the alcove, sitting on the couch provided and then patting his knee. Melody knew what he wanted—even without her preferred reading materials she was pretty sure she would have known—but she just stood there, her stomach churning with nerves. She thought he would be angry when he saw her hesitation, but he just smiled.
"It's still up to you, Melody." He held out his hand. An offering, not a demand. "We can sit here and talk or you can go over my knee and get a taste of what happens to naughty little girls." Somehow he made even that sound seductive.
She couldn't help looking around, but no one was paying attention to them. Which was a good thing. She didn't see Peggy anywhere either. That was even better. She felt self-conscious enough without someone she actually knew in sight.
When she turned back to Kawan, he smiled. "Come to Daddy Kawan, little girl."
It was a wonder her panties didn't disintegratefrom the sheer heat of her arousal.
Heart hammering in her chest, Melody reached out and took his hand. Stepped closer. As much as she wished he would just yank her over his lap, because that would be so much easier in so many ways, she took heart from the approval in his expression as she bent down to awkwardly position herself over his thighs.
"Good girl," he murmured, and Melody shuddered, sighing as his hand caressed her upturned ass. She bit her lip as she felt her skirt being lifted, pulled up over her butt cheeks and exposing the thong she was wearing to the world. Her fingertips pressed against the floor, helping to balance her, and she stared down at the carpet fibers beneath her, feeling the shifting leg muscles of the man about to spank her.
Oh goodness... she was actually doing this.
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With Melody'slush curves draped over his lap, her creamy bottom bisected by a pretty pink thong topped off with a little white bow, Kawan reflected that tonight was going so much better than he'd ever imagined it might. Even better than he'd hoped when he'd first seen her here in Black Light. Not only was she submissive, but she was definitely intrigued by Daddy Doms. He'd seen it in her expressions when he'd asked about the books, felt it in her reactions.
He was willing to bet that little Miss Melody had read quite a few Daddy Dom books.
