Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,31

so am I. Now, I think you're overdressed."

One by one, each piece of the outfit she'd worn to the shower was peeled away from her body. Derek showed great restraint as he trailed kisses across her skin, igniting a long dormant need. When she stood naked before her husband, he pressed her gently to her knees.

Rachel licked her lips, preparing to take the full length of his cock down her throat, but he stepped out of her reach before her mission was accomplished. She watched him cross the room to the dresser. When he turned back toward her, she saw her thick gold choker collar in his hands.

Tears filled her eyes. More important than her wedding band, her collar represented her commitment to her Dom... her Daddy... her Derek. The first tear streaked down her cheek just as he wrapped the heavy jewelry around her petite neck, locking it in place.

The cool weight touching her skin had an immediate calming effect. She hadn't overtly recognized that she was tense until that very minute, but the second it locked, she felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.

It felt like coming home as her Daddy linked his fingers through her long brunette hair and used it to yank her forward against his long cock. Her mouth stretched open to take him inside her. The taste of his pre-cum on her tongue was a familiar heaven. Within two thrusts, he was prodding the back of her throat.

She may have been out of practice, but giving good head was like riding a bike. It came back to her easily. His eight-inch rod slid down her throat as she swallowed, making sure to constrict her Daddy's cock in the best possible way. His corresponding growl told her he appreciated her efforts.

He rode her mouth hard and fast, exactly as she liked it. She adored servicing her Daddy on her knees; knowing she could push him over the edge to his own orgasm. So Rachel was shocked when he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, taking a step back just before he shot his wad down her throat.

She gasped for breath as she dared to glance up at her Dom. The look of love in his eyes made her sway with emotion.

"Not yet. I'm gonna come inside that pussy of yours tonight. I've missed it so much, but before we do that, I think I promised my little girl a good girl spanking."

At his words, the flesh on her ass tingled. Just the promise of being disciplined, and already her bottom prickled with goosebumps. Derek's grin told her he had noticed.

Her Dom was back. He hooked his finger through the ring on her collar and yanked her forward. She fell to her hands and knees and crawled to the hard-backed chair they kept in their bedroom for nighttime spankings exactly like this.

Rachel's heart thumped in her chest with pent-up anticipation as she let herself be pulled face down across Derek's muscular legs. Before she could wiggle at all, his right leg clamped over both her calves, restraining her against his lap. Her long hair dragged across the floor. Only her fingertips could reach the carpet.

One of the things she loved the most about her good girl spankings was the intimacy of the time over her Daddy's lap. Unlike naughty girl spankings over the bed or a spanking bench, she adored being close enough to smell his masculine scent. She loved to wrap her left arm around his muscular calf to hold on tight as he started with a slow, intimate massage for her ass cheeks.

Only when her butt was warmed did the small slaps begin. Back and forth. Left to right. Gradually growing in heat and speed, until Rachel felt the need to wiggle.

Only then did her husband stop the spanking long enough to slide his thick fingers through her now wet folds, making sure to pay extra attention to her puffy clit. Just when she was about to tip into pleasure did his caress stop, and he returned his flat palm to her now pink bottom.

Sweet torture. The only thing that could take her higher was the feel of Derek's rock-hard cock poking her tummy. He was clearly as tortured as she was, so it was no surprise when, in one swift motion, he raised his leg and lifted her body up to stand in front of him.

His large hands clamped down on her hips. He picked her