Devrim's Discipline - Brianna Hale Page 0,36
burning ass, I smile at him. “Who, me, Daddy?”
“Yes, you, little girl. Are you going to be good?”
I lick my lips. “I’ll consider it.”
His eyes narrow as he receives my meaning loud and clear. Make me.
He shoves my face into the sofa cushion. A moment later, he straps me with his belt, and then again. Behind my back, my fingers wriggle as I try to dispel the pain. He pauses between each strike and lines them up carefully, but that only draws out the agony.
“Ow, ow, ow! Okay! I’ll be good.”
The belt cracks over my ass again, across every mark he’s already left, and they burn in unison. I scream loudly, thankful that there are no neighbors on this floor. “I said I’ll be good. I promise. Please.”
He grabs my hair and turns my head toward him again. “What was that?”
I take a deep breath and say, “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
He drops the belt and drives two fingers into me and rubs hard on the spot right behind my clit. “That’s better. Show Daddy you can be a good girl and come on my fingers.”
With everything down there burning hot and sensitive and his thick fingers hitting just the right spot, it doesn’t take long for another climax to tear through me.
Devrim kneels between my legs and thrusts inside me, and he takes my reddened flesh between his fingers and squeezes hard.
I hiss in pain. “I’m being good, aren’t I?” Oh, poor little me. Please don’t pinch me again.
He pinches me again. “Yes, you are, but Daddy wants you to squeal as he fucks you, because you sound so cute.”
I try to squirm out from beneath him, but he plants a hand on my back. I’ve got nowhere to go with my hands tied and his weight pinning me down as he pumps into me. We have a word I can say if it gets too much, but it’s always been unnecessary, and I prefer to sass him to wind him up even more.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I hear the snap of the condom. As he comes, he twists my marked-up flesh, making me scream as he spurts over my ass. There’s a moment of stillness, with his cock tucked against my behind and his hands braced either side of my head.
He leans down to kiss my neck. “Pretty girl. Stay there.”
I laugh, tiredly, into the sofa cushion and twist my arms in their bindings. I’m not going anywhere. He gets up from the sofa, and then he’s back with a damp wash cloth and tenderly wipes me down. The cold water takes some of the heat out of the marks.
He unties me, helps me into his shirt and kisses my forehead. “Want me to run you a cool bath?”
I rub my cheek against his chest. “No. Just the gel, please, Daddy.”
He keeps a bottle of aloe vera gel in the fridge and goes to get it. I lay across his lap, hugging a cushion, and he gently applies it with his fingers.
I stretch luxuriously as he works, feeling incredibly relaxed. I must fall asleep for a little while, because when I open my eyes, he’s stopped applying the gel and is watching me, with his head propped in his hand, smiling.
“Hey, sweetheart. Good nap?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I sit up and stretch and gaze appreciatively around the apartment. It’s so peaceful here. The clock on the wall says it’s a quarter past three, so we still have a little more time together. I snuggle against his naked chest, under the crook of his arm.
He strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. “You and Aubrey looked so beautiful last night.”
Last night, there was a ball at the palace. I smile up at him. “Aubrey looked beautiful. I looked like I was wearing a badly folded fitted sheet.”
“I wish you’d let me buy you something. A gown like that pink and white one of Aubrey’s that you were trying on the day I first put you over my knee.”
He’s already offered to buy me whatever I like, but I couldn’t explain it to Mama. Besides, I hate the thought of taking anything from him. I reach up and scratch my nails through his short, silver beard. “You know, for such a severe man, you have very frilly taste in ballgowns.”
“That’s because I want to get you into one that’s as beautiful as you are and then finger fuck you in a dark corner.”
Oh, that would be hot. “You