Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,66
be so dumb after all. It made me never want to look away.
“Yes, petal?” he asked after a minute, giving me a possessive smile that made me want to roll over and beg him right then and there to be my Scott. “Did you want to ask me something?”
“No,” I whispered. I couldn’t ask what he’d meant with that comment. I just… just wanted him to tell me. Or keep showing me. Let me go right on living in this Daddy’s-in-charge world of his, where he spanked me when I fucking lost it and told me he was going to cook for me and made me feel like the earth was constantly shifting under my feet and that he’d never let me fall, both at the same time.
Where I was constantly hard for him, but even more turned on when he told me I had to wait.
“No? You sure about that?” he asked, a flare of heat in his eyes as he spread my ass open and rubbed some of that lotion right over my hole like a goddamn tease, staring at me the whole damn time like he was daring me to ask for more.
To ask him to fuck me already.
Beg him again.
Fuck, I would, too. Fucking gladly. I spread my legs even wider to give him full access and buried my head back in the pillow, panting as he toyed with me. Except… I didn’t want to ask, not really. I just wanted him to take. I wanted him to know my hole belonged to him, to claim it like he knew he had the right to.
He circled it with his finger, rubbed it until I could feel myself softening, opening, needing. Until I was humping the bed and about wanted to scream into the pillow that smelled so fucking good because it smelled just like him.
Until it was all I could do not to beg for more.
But no matter how bad I wanted his cock—and it wasn’t like he didn’t already fucking know that, right?—I’d gotten addicted to this even more. To knowing he really would take care of me. That I didn’t get to decide. That Daddy was in charge… even if he decided to tease me until I broke.
And that if I did, it would feel even better once he put me back together again.
He kept his thumb pressing lightly—too lightly—against my hole and used his other hand to pull my hard cock backward through my legs, so it pointed down at him.
“Please,” I whispered before I could help it, trying to thrust into his hand.
He kept his fist too loose though, and I whimpered, burying my face in the pillow again as a wave of… fuck—not really desperation, but something hotter and freer and fucking amazing—washed over me.
This. I wanted this. I still wanted to be fucked so bad I could taste it, but I wanted this even more. For Daddy to own my cock… my ass… every fucking ounce of cum in my body. To decide what I needed and when to give it to me. To be his.
“Please what, baby?” Andy murmured, stroking my cock so lightly it would have made me fucking crazy if I hadn’t already started to get filled with that cottony, floaty feeling where everything felt good. “What do you need?”
“It’s up to you,” I said, ripples of desire spreading through me from his too-light touch.
“Jesus,” he said, his hands going still on me. Then, more a groan than a word, “Jordan…yes, baby.”
I rolled my hips because I couldn’t help it, not when he said my name like that.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice throbbing with a possessive lust that had me panting in moments.
And fuck, I did, kept rolling my ass for him, making my cock slide through his maddeningly loose grip as his thumb teased my hole, my body on autopilot, chasing the pleasure but getting off even more on doing what he’d told me to. Knowing he was watching. And then, fuck—
“Your ass…” Andy said almost reverently. “Jesus. It’s incredible.”
“It’s yours,” I panted, reaching back to hold myself open for him and hissing when grabbing myself reminded me just how hard he’d spanked me. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”
“Oh, petal,” he whispered, finally pressing more firmly against my hole, until his thumb finally breached me. “You’re so perfect for me.”
I whined, low and needy and totally shameless, wanting to hear that forever. But also… fuck. I was trying to fuck myself back on his finger before