Page 22 of Halloween with a Daddy
“Am I?” She takes a step back and feigns a yawn. “I’m getting pretty sleepy, so I’ll probably go right to bed.”
“Is that so?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“I mean, unless myDaddythinks I need a little more punishment for all of my naughty behavior.” The devious grin returns to her lips.
“I already punished you for your naughty behavior tonight.” I let my finger trace along her arm.
“Not all of it.” She reaches into her purse and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “I bet you didn’t even know I had these.”
“Hmm.” I take them from her and give her a doubtful glance. “Smoking? You? I don’t believe it.”
“Sometimes when I drink.” She shrugs.
“Apparently, there is some naughty behavior I wasn’t aware of.” I walk over to the trash can and throw the cigarettes away before turning back to her. “Go upstairs, naughty girl. I’ll come deal with you shortly.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She does her best to feign disappointment, but she can’t stifle her grin.
I brought the submissive little girl inside of her to the surface, so now I have to nurture it. I have to feed her desires. My cock is already hard, just thinking about how wet she got when I punished her earlier. If she wants another spanking, she’ll get one.
I watch as Bethany ascends the stairs and walks down the hallway towards my room. I’ll give her a few minutes to get settled in and build up some anticipation before I join her. That’ll make it better.
Then we’ll see if she’s ready for what comes next.
I certainly am.
Bethany
IwalkalonetoEdgar’s bedroom.
My panties are wet with anticipation before I even get to the door.
My inhibitions are completely gone now. I’m going to lose my virginity tonight. In Grimwillow Manor, of all places. Edgar lit a fire that’s still blazing. I don’t know everything about him, but he’s an amazing man. Nobody has ever looked at me the way he does. I don’t believe he will forget about me as soon as he gets back to the city. I’ll never forget him. Not after tonight.
It feels right.
It feelsperfect.
I open Edgar’s door and step into his room. It appears to be like the rest, but there is a bathroom attached with an enormous tub, and the decor seems to be more medieval than gothic. Edgar mentioned during the tour that some people had changed certain rooms to fit their tastes over the years, and this room seems to be one of them. There is a Grim family crest hanging on the wall, a suit of armor in the corner, and a few other pieces that fit the theme of the room. It’s interesting, but I’ve seen enough for tonight, and my interests are elsewhere.
I move Edgar’s suitcase off the bed and lay on it. It feels so comfortable I could fall asleep if my heart wasn’t racing in anticipation of what will happen when Edgar arrives. I’ve already dug a hole for myself, but I can’t resist adding more fuel to the fire.
I lift my skirt, strip off my panties, and start rubbing my clit. I had an orgasm earlier, but my body is practically begging for more. My clit is already sensitive and swollen, but rubbing it myself doesn’t feel nearly as good as Edgar’s tongue.
When the door opens, I close my eyes and pretend not to notice.
“What do you think you’re doing, naughty girl?” Edgar closes the door hard enough to jolt me, even though I’m aware he’s here.
“I’m not doing anything, Daddy!” I pull my hand away and adjust my skirt.
“Don’t lie to me. I saw exactly what was going on.” Edgar walks to the bed, flips up my skirt, and puts a hand on my inner thigh. “Did you really think you were going to get away with this?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I feign remorse and struggle not to grin.
“What am I going to do with you?” He sighs. “I can’t even leave you alone for a few minutes.”
“Well, you said I was going to get a spanking.” I bite down on my bottom lip.
“You’ve definitely earned one.” He says, then sits down on the edge of the bed and motions to me. “Over my knee, naughty girl.”
