Page 320 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Enough!”
“Really stinging now, isn’t it, girl?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Then ask me to give you the last three on your greedy, slutty kitty and we can move on to the orgasms.”
Bren blows through her nose for nearly a full minute while I turn her nipples cherry red even in the faint light. Finally, she gives in. “Please three more on my pussy, Sir!”
“There it is, my good girl. Here’s one.” I give her a gentler flick for the first hit, which only draws a hiss out of her. The second one’s full strength and she jolts up off the bed with a screech. Her hands fly out of position, cupping over her cunt protectively. I slap the crop against her knuckles. “Back in position.”
She throws her head back and screams “Fuck!” but immediately puts her hands back where they belong.
Since she’s expecting pain, I give her the last stroke as a caress, swirling the leather over her opening and up and down her lips with a gentle tap on her clit hood. Brenna thrashes on the bed, not due to pain, although she’s probably stinging everywhere, just from the sensations running through her body.
“Hold yourself open for your Sir’s cock, girl,” I tell her as I clean off the crop a final time and tuck it back in the bag. Brenna’s still twisting around, one foot continually slipping off the bed as she writhes. I take her ankle gently and settle her foot on the bed. She whimpers as I rub the head of my cock over herpussy lips, which feel like they’re on fire. I butt the head against her clit several times while she moans, then slide in between those red-hot cunt lips.
“Sir!”
“Ah, I know, girl. Hurts so good, doesn’t it? Your kitty’s all hot and swollen. Feels so good on my cock.” I drive in and set a hard, thumping rhythm to further inflame her aggravated flesh. She arches her back and pumps her hips against mine but doesn’t try to twist away and doesn’t break position. I glory in the wet heat, clasping her thighs to pull her back and back and back onto my cock. Her muscles begin to shake, her head going back again and a dark flush spreading down her cheeks and throat. I lean forward and hook two fingers in her mouth, pressing her tongue down so she tastes me as she comes.
She screams, an animal howl around my fingers, as those strong internal muscles clasp and squeeze my cock. Her clit throbs against my root as I thrust deep, giving her as much stimulation as I can, connecting us as one as she continues to spasm and wail out her pleasure.
“That’s my good girl. My goddess.” I reach down and paddle her clit with two fingers, prolonging her orgasm even as she screeches and bucks at the excessive stimulation. Her body goes over again, her clit like a stiff little blade beneath my working fingers even as her kitty works my cock.
I let her come down slowly, her muscles going slack, the deep flush fading. She blinks up at me, fogged and probably very sleepy, but gamely changes position when I take her ankles and lift them over her head.
“Hold your ass open for your Sir’s cock, girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” She reaches around and holds her cheeks apart for me. I withdraw from her still-clenching cunt and press my cock head against her hole, easing my way in to enjoy the wonderful heat as her body admits me. The sight of her rim stretchingaround me nearly pushes me over the edge and I sink deep to avoid finishing too fast. This girl undoes me.
“Sir?” She reaches up, tugging on my shoulders. I shift her legs out of the way so I can look down into her face and nearly fall the chasm of vulnerability that’s opened in her eyes.
“Yes, my goddess?”
“Please?” She tugs on my shoulders again and I understand what she needs. More connection, more intimacy, moreus.
I slip out of her, pick her up under the shoulders, and slide her up the bed as I move over her. As soon as she’s settled, I lift her hips with a pillow, open her legs, and sink into her. She wraps her legs around my hips, her arms around my shoulders, and I let her cling to me as I take her ass with slow, deep surges.
“First time I kissed you, bold girl,” I whisper to her. “I noticed you didn’t clutch at me even when I had you off balance. I thought it was because you’d been trained not to, but that’s not what it was, was it?”
“No, Sir,” she whispers, her lips brushing my cheek.
“Hold on to me now, girl. Hold on tight. I’ll never push you off, never let you fall. You’re my girl. My goddess. How could I let you down, angel?”
“Please don’t, Sir,” she says, and her voice is so broken it’s close to a sob.
“No, girl. I won’t.” I slide my hand under her good hip, grip it, and use my hold to pull her up onto my cock as I give her faster, more fluid thrusts, each one cementing my girl to her Sir. She responds with the most beautiful whimpers. “You’re going to give me everything and I’m going to take it and make sure you have everything you need.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s it, my girl. My wonderful girl who comes so hard when her Sir’s in her tender little ass.” I punctuate each wordwith a harder thrust and feel her begin to shake. “There it is. Are you going to give your Sir everything?”
“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Oh, God!”
“There we are.” Her heels pound against the backs of my thighs as the ring of her sphincter clenches and clenches around my cock. Her whimpers rise to desperate squeals. “Give it to me, girl. Come hard for me. I know it hurts.”
She throws her head back and I glory at the sight of her throat straining beneath my collar as she screams out her pleasure. Knowing how very sore she must be, I don’t try to prolong my own orgasm. I let her pleasure ramp me up, her squirming and small cries as I pound her very tender ass take me over, and after that moment of soul-deep satisfaction when I empty myself in her, I keep her rolled tightly in my arms.
