Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,64

I was never going to be able to deny him. Not when he wanted it so badly.

I tightened my arm around his waist and laid down a rapid series of smacks across his ass that had him groaning, that turned his cock into pure steel, that left us both panting.

I finally paused, rubbing my stinging hand over his hot flesh again. “You are good,” I said, needing to make that point stick. He trembled on my lap. “You’re everything, Jordan. You’re my perfect boy.”

And then I spanked him again, letting my hand crack into his upper things, just below the tight curve of his butt where it made his legs flail and his breath hiss and his body instinctively jerk away.

“More,” he gritted out, pushing back and begging for it with his body, too… then practically sobbing when I gave it to him, laid into him over and over because he’d begged for it, told me what he needed, trusted me with this, and I wouldn’t let him down.

If he wanted to hurt for me, he could.

If he needed to feel it afterwards, I’d make sure he did.

If he asked me for more, I was going to give him all he could take. Give it to him until he was writhing, panting, flushed and needy and making my cock throb so hard I didn’t know if I’d last, much less him.

“Daddy,” he gasped. “God, can’t, please, more, I…”

He wasn’t making sense, but I still understood him. Understood he wanted to be overwhelmed by it. That he needed to feel like he was all the way mine. That whatever had built up today and burst out of him earlier, he needed it gone. Exorcised. Replaced with that sweet, drunken calm that came over him when he submitted to me. Driven out by my hand so he could finally let go.

“Do you remember your safe word, sweetheart?” I asked, pulling him tightly against me and pushing his pants farther down his thighs so I could spread his legs wider. I reached between them and wrapped my hand around his hot, swollen cock. “Can you tell me to stop if you need me to?”

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled, his shaft pulsing in my hand. “Need more.”

“And I’ll give it to you,” I promised. “But don’t come.”

“Won’t,” he promised, a shiver moving through him. “Not until… until you say.”

His ass blazed with heat, so red it was practically glowing, and it was tempting just to stroke him off. Feel him spill on my lap like he’d done before. Spread him open and watch his hole clench and tremble as I jerked him off, then bury myself inside him and drive him even higher. But what he needed first was to tip over into that place I’d seen him go before. The place he almost was now.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” I said, letting go of his cock and ignoring my own so I could finish spanking him the way he needed. Spank him so he’d feel it. Crack my hand into him in a relentless rhythm, working him over as he jerked on my lap and bit off broken curses and then, finally, lay across my thighs as he shivered and trembled and slowed down until he was down. Lay there in total submission, moaning quietly with each smack until even that was beyond him. Until all the troubles he’d come to me with earlier drained out of him, leaving him empty... bare... free.

Totally mine.

“Don’t... stop,” he murmured almost incoherently when I did. “Daddy…”

“Daddy decides,” I reminded him. “And that’s enough for now.”

He would be feeling it for days—hell, so would I, based on the way my hand was throbbing—but I could see it in the soft lines of his hard body, in the boneless trust he gave me as he draped over my lap. He’d finally gotten what he needed.

Well, most of what he needed. He was still hard, still hadn’t come…

But I planned on giving him that a different way.

15

Jordan

Andy’s hands were on my ass, rubbing and petting and soothing away the burn they’d put there when he’d spanked me, even as his touch also kept that bee-stung buzzing sensation, the deep ache that he’d put there, the ache that made me feel like he fucking owned me, alive and well.

Did I want that to stop? Naked on his bed, face buried in a pillow that smelled like him and having him touch me like he was fucking worshipping me? Uh, no.