Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,44
sent another exotic jolt of lust shooting down her spine. It prickled at her nipples, tickling at her clit, filled her empty pussy with a deep heated pulse that sang its slow throb until that seductive beat filled every empty corner of her being.
“Answer me, little girl,” he said, husky and low behind her. “When Daddy asks a question, he expects an answer.”
“I don’t have an answer,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”
“I know. That and your ankle are the only reason I’m not sending you out into the field like this to cut me a sturdy switch.”
She shivered all over again. “Are y-you going to sp-spank me again?”
“Nope.”
Her tummy was alive, writhing with all the knots that her growing eagerness could tie. She wanted so badly to ask what he was going to do because his hand was still in her hair and his forearm was on her back, holding her bent with her legs spread and the open truck door hiding them from the accidental view of anyone who might come out of the pizza shop or drive in off the country highway that fed into the parking lot.
“What are you going to do?”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Daddy, I want to pay my bill,” she obediently parroted.
“Hm.” His rumble trembled all through her, tightening her nipples into desperate points. “That one won’t work anymore, is it, baby girl? We’ve gone beyond that, haven’t we?”
She tucked her face into her fists, waiting to hear what he’d decide.
“Red is the usual word. Like a traffic light signal, if you say it, I’ll stop. Yellow means either slow or wait. That’s the color I expect you to say if you don’t want me to stop, but something isn’t right. Even if you don’t know what that something is, it doesn’t matter. If you say that, it’s my job to figure out what you need before I continue. Green means you’re good for me to go. This works for punishment as well as for this, which is going to be more like funishment right now since I fully acknowledge you weren’t trying to be derogatory. Do you understand?”
Sort of, kind of. She’d much rather skip all this and get right to what he intended to do. Her body was so alive right now. She ached to feel his next touch.
“What color are you?”
“Green. All green.”
He chuckled. “All right. Hands on the seat, feet on the ground. If at any point, this hurts your ankle, you’re to say so immediately. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Where may Daddy not touch you?”
Not touch her? He’d already touched her ass, her pussy, hell, he’d fingered and plugged her butt hole twice. When she’d said she was green, she meant it. If he didn’t hurry and touch her soon, she was going to burst into throbbing, empty flames. “I don’t care.”
“If you tell me that—”
“Please shut up and just touch me,” she begged. “Please?”
He did. Her pussy clenched when his hand covered it. If not for her boot, she’d have come up on her tiptoes as his fingers parted her, searching for her clit. Stars of wanting burst inside her when he found it. He pinched, bringing her gasping and arching lopsidedly up onto the toes of her good foot. “Oh my God!”
“Shut up?” he echoed. “Did you tell Daddy to shut up?”
“And touch me!” she protested. She yelped when he twisted and quickly grabbed the seat to keep from grabbing between her legs to stop his hand. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
He tsked. He also relaxed his grip, slowly bringing her back down off her toes with a panting half-laugh, half-sob of relief. “You need training, baby girl.”
Pulses of heat rose to overwhelm what lingering discomfort his pinch had created. It filled her clit, the slow throb melting her. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.
He touched again, much gentler this time, slipping his fingers into so much wetness before locating her sensitive clit all over again. He caressed it, rolling it between his slick fingers. “I don’t want you to say you’re sorry, honey.”
Muffling a moan, she buried her face in the seat as he circled and stroked her.
“That was a very naughty thing you just said, whether you meant to. You’ll get a Hail Mary pass, but you’re not getting off scot-free.”
She bit her lip, the tiny nip of pain that caused a delicious balance against the mindless pleasure his circling fingers was wringing from her. He held her pussy in his hand, her