Page 36 of Daddy Says

“No-no, Daddy,” she said, having to release her hold on her bottom lip to answer. “I don’t mean to be naughty. I just meant that I’ve never come twice before.”

He arched his eyebrow as if giving her confession no weight. “If you don’t want a cunny spanking, if you don’t want your pucker paddled, then what are you going to have to do?” The question was immediately followed by him reversing the path he’d taken, dragging his tongue back up to hover above her clit. “Tell Daddy, Janie. What are you going to have to do to be my good girl?”

“Co-come again, Daddy.”

“Come how?” he asked, giving her clit a single flick of his tongue.

“Hard. I-I have to come hard.”

“That’s right. Come so hard that you feel as if you are flying. Now put your hands back and keep them there. Move them again and Daddy will have to punish you.”

Reluctantly, she untangled her fingers from his hair, once again putting her arms above her head and locking her fingers together. It was like untying the mooring line of a boat and she felt adrift, out of control, her choice of destination removed from her. Sure that she’d soon discover exactly what that punishment would entail, she felt her pucker clench even tighter, her pussy convulsing as if knowing that pain would replace the pleasure she’d felt.

“That’s my good girl. Daddy’s got you,” he praised, splaying her legs a bit wider, his words assuring her that she was not going to drift far—that he was the captain of this vessel. “Let go, Janie. Don’t worry about anything, just feel and let yourself fly.”

He drew sounds from her that she’d never uttered before. Mewls, groans, gasps, grunts, and pleas as he set her on fire in a totally different way. The fingers of one hand plucked, tweaked, and twisted her nipples, never faltering as he moved between the two, easily finding each beaded bud to torture it until she was writhing, her back arching, offering her breasts to him. Teeth grazed her clit, scraping the sensitive button before soothing it with long licks and deep suckles. Her fingernails dug into tender palms, as his finger entered her, followed by another and a third, filling her, and when he finally released her nipple to slide a finger between her cheeks, the tip pressing against an entrance she’d always considered something dirty… taboo, she held her breath as the spring inside her coiled tighter and tighter as he slowly, but steadily worked his finger into her ass. Every nerve ending in her dark channel wakened as he stroked against the flesh. She moaned, her body his to do with as he wished and when his fingers began to pump in and out of her pussy, a second finger joining the one in her ass, his tongue licking, teeth nipping, she threw back her head and keened. Every movement pushed her to new heights, had her body tensing, her muscles tightening, and when she reached the breaking point, she screamed and flew apart, every muscle contracting, releasing, only to contract again.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Sawyer said, changing the angle of his fingers, pressing against the soft spongy area of her G-spot. Despite her mewls, her writhing, he didn’t slow his movements, as if determined to pull every last contraction from her, making her whimper and twist on the countertop. “That’s it, baby, give it all to Daddy.”

Impossibly, she felt another wave of intense pleasure sweep through her and then arched and screamed as something deep inside let go, exploded within her, causing fluid to gush from her body. “Daddy!” she screamed, her hands unlocking as she tried to push herself up, only to realize she was too boneless to move.

“Shhh, shhh,” he said, finally allowing his movements to begin to slow. “It’s all right.”

“But… but I wet myself!” She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she’d never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“Janie, look at me.”

She shook her head, tears welling.

“Baby, open your eyes and look at Daddy.” It took his finger stroking down her cheek before she could obey. Once she did, she saw such passion and love in his eyes that she didn’t immediately slam hers shut again. “Janie, you didn’t wet yourself. You squirted.”

She could feel her entire body heating, her lips trembling as that sounded even more horrific than wetting herself. “I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t…”

“No, sweetheart, it was beautiful. It means you trusted me enough to let go, to allow me to teach you to fly. Tell me, how did it feel?”

Jane didn’t answer immediately, her mind replaying the most incredible orgasm of her life, her body still giving off little shockwaves in the aftermath, and she realized it had been… well, indescribable as she had absolutely nothing to compare it to. Looking at him, she whispered, “Amazing. Really… really amazing.”

He smiled and bent over her, lowering his mouth to a fraction of an inch above hers. “You are amazing, Janie. You flew, little one.”

“I-I guess I did,” she admitted, barely having time to smile before his mouth crushed hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as he kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. When he pulled back, she said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Thank you, Janie, thank you for being the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.” He kissed her again and then helped her to sit.

“Oh, God, this is… um… messy.” She could feel the fluid she’d released beneath her bottom and thighs.

“No worries,” Sawyer said, not giving her time to be embarrassed as he stepped away, returning with a cloth he’d wet beneath the faucet. He lifted her to move a foot away and then gently washed her, causing fresh goosebumps to pop out on her skin as he ran the warm cloth over her sensitive flesh. Once she was clean, he wiped down the countertop, removing every trace of her fluid before turning to her and plucking her off the counter. When she bent to retrieve her scattered clothing, he stayed her with a hand on her arm. “No, baby.” She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and then smiled as he helped her into it. “I’d keep you naked but you’re so skinny I’m afraid you’ll not stop shivering.” The shirt hung on her as he buttoned it up, taking the time to give each of her nipples a quick kiss before finishing the task. As he rolled the sleeves up, she shuddered, her bottom clenching as she remembered him doing so before he’d pulled off his belt. After he was done, he dropped a kiss on top of her head.

“Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I was asking if you knew how to make omelets.”

“I do,” she said, moving toward the counter. “But first, if I don’t have a cup of coffee, I just might die.”

He laughed and after they’d both taken a few sips of those first cups, she finally opened the refrigerator. “Oh, wow, this is going to be such fun.”

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They ate out on the balcony, high above the street. She sat opposite him, her bare feet curled up beneath her. The slight breeze lifted her hair, sending curls across her face, which he would reach over to tuck behind an ear. The omelets were delicious, the bacon crisp, the toast perfectly done, and the coffee plentiful.

“We are going to have to cut down on your caffeine intake,” he said as she emptied her mug for the fourth time. “You’ve practically drank an entire pot.”

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