Page 19 of His to Cherish
His hands slide to my waist and he gives a tug, knocking me off balance. I yelp as he pulls me over his lap, ass in the air. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, babygirl,” he growls, running a hand over my panty-clad ass. “Daddy’s very angry.”
“Why?” I ask, trying to twist around to see him, to get my bearings, but he presses a hand into my lower back to keep me in place.
“You were a very bad girl,” he murmurs. “Tempting me all night. Making my dick hard.” His free hand slides from my ass over my legs, sending a shudder through me. He grabs one heel, pulling it off and tossing it aside, before moving to the next. “Wearing these damn shoes. Making everyone stare at your legs.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, and he chuckles darkly.
“You have no idea how sorry you’ll be.”
I’m not expecting the first slap, and I yelp when his hand comes down on my ass. “Ollie!”
“What did you call me?” he demands, his voice unlike anything I’ve heard from him. He’s utterly in control, dark and dangerous. And I’m at his mercy.
“Daddy,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
He laughs again, and then spanks me, hard. “Yes, you did. My babygirl wanted this. Wanted to be put over my lap.” Another spank. “You need me to help you remember how to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“Oh my God,” I moan. It’s like a switch has been flipped. Oliver is no longer my over-protective best friend. He’s someonedifferent now, filthy-mouthed and demanding. And I freaking love it.
“Let’s take these off,” he mutters, sliding my panties down. A wave of nerves washes over me. He’s about to see me completely naked and I can’t help but tense up. “Don’t do that,” he murmurs, his crooning voice at complete odds with the rough way he handles me as he pulls my thighs apart. “Don’t hide yourself, baby. Let Daddy see what’s his.”
“Yes,” I whisper, melting into the hard planes of his muscular thighs. “Whatever you want.”
“Good girl.” He spanks me again. “So good and sweet. Can’t wait to make you dirty, baby.” Before I can recover from the last sting, he spanks me again, harder. Then again. I squirm a little, and he makes a low appreciative noise. He must like that.
“You’re making me very hard,” he says conversationally, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Let’s see if you like this as much as I do.” Then two rough fingers are pushing between my legs, into my aching folds, and he curses. “You’re fucking soaked, Lilly.”
“I want you,” I cry, surprised by the sound of my voice. I’ve never heard myself so needy before. So absolutely desperate. “I want you so badly.”
“You want to come, baby?” he asks, plunging a finger deep inside me. I cry out and he lands another smack on my ass with his free hand. “Is your pussy achy? Does Daddy need to make it feel better?”
“Please,” I cry, and he thrusts that finger again. My entire body seems to shrink down to these two places where he’s touching me, where he’s dominating me—his finger in my center and the warm inches of skin where he’s been spanking me.
“So tight for me,” he mutters, working his finger harder, deeper. Another finger joins the first and I let out a scream. “So fucking tight and wet.” He spanks me. “Such a good girl.”
I have no idea why those words affect me so strongly, but they do. I’m pretty sure I could come like this, just from his thrusting fingers and the filthy words tumbling from his mouth. He hasn’t even touched my clit yet, and I never come from just penetration. But this…Ollie has every nerve ending in my body screaming out for him and I’m not sure I can take much more.
He leans over me, his hot breath washing across my ear. “Be a good girl and show Daddy how hard you can come.” His thumb presses against my clit and I go off, shouting and writhing on his lap while he continues to thrust his fingers deep and murmur soothing, sweet words of affection. “Good girl. Such a good girl.”
I feel wrung out and boneless as he helps me sit up in his lap. He brushes some hair off my face, kissing my forehead, while I slump against him and try to reconstruct my brain.
“That was very good, baby,” he murmurs. “But I’m sure we can do better next time.”
There’s no way in hell I can do that again any time soon, but I don’t have the ability to formulate words at the moment, so I cuddle into him instead.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, sounding a little awed. “I never imagined you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” I croak out.
“Likethis. So sweet and trusting. So obedient.” He kisses my head. “My perfect girl.”
“I want to make you happy.”
He hums, taking one of my hands. Just like at the restaurant, he presses my palm against his rigid length. “I want that too, baby. Can you be a good girl and make me happy now?”
A minute ago, I was sure I wasn’t capable of moving, let alone participating in any more kinky shenanigans. But the second I touch Oliver, the second his deep, dark voice asks me to be a good girl, I light up inside. I don’t just want to make him happy—I need it, like I need air. I need to make him feel good, like he just did for me. So I pull myself away from his neck and smile at him.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”
