Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,36
clit was as intoxicating as it was unbearable. “Play with Daddy’s toy without permission one more time, and I’ll spank your pussy, too.” Without preamble, he shoved two fingers inside her.
Sadie’s whole body rioted, and she came, hard and unexpected.
“Be grateful you have such a loving and forgiving Daddy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be allowed to come for the rest of this year.”
If it weren’t two days before Christmas, that threat might have carried a bigger punch. As it was, a whole week without orgasms?
“No, Daddy, no!”
“Is this what you’ve been needing?” He fucked her with his fingers until the slick slap of his hand against her folds felt and sounded just like he was spanking her again. “Is it?” he demanded.
“Yes!” She threw her head back, arching and writhing as she strained to reach the intensity of the orgasm rushing up to meet her. It would have taken her if only he hadn’t whipped his hand away, ending the pleasurable assault with one mighty swat to her pussy.
She shouted, but snapping her legs shut, only captured the smarting pain, holding it tightly between her clenching thighs.
“Open,” he ordered.
She snapped her legs as wide apart as she could without thought or hesitation.
“Naughty as you’ve been, I don’t think you deserve to come. Don’t move.” He let go of her.
If not for that command, she’d have grabbed herself—rocking, rubbing, needing to ride the bliss-filled waves until she finally found relief—despite the hurt. Despite the heat and pain lacing through her bottom until the pulsating echoes of it engulfed her pussy folds.
He didn’t leave her, but he did move far enough away to reach the nightstand by her bed and open the top drawer. She had no idea what was in there. Twisting far enough around to see, her jaw dropped when she saw what he was pulling out.
“D-Daddy? What are those?”
“Clamps. Has anyone used them on you before?” He smiled when she shook her head. “Stand up and put your hands behind your head.”
Slowly, Sadie pushed off the edge of the bed until she was standing naked beside him. She eyed the set of black wire clamps, not at all liking the looks of them. There was a dozen total, all lined up along the top and bottom edge of a makeshift strip of cardboard.
“Turn around.”
She faced him, lacing her fingers behind her head. Where was that confident girl who had sexily stripped for him, taunting him through his ‘baby monitor’ in an effort to bring him charging back down the hall, so he’d do… well, this?
“I just wanted a spanking and some sex.”
“Yeah,” he smirked, “I know.”
Cupping her breast, the warm rasp of his thumb began a taunting back-and-forth caress. Her breasts grew warm and heavy, and her nipples drew into tight peaks, right up until he plucked the first wire clamp off the cardboard strip, so it could latch its biting mouth onto her instead. One was all it took for her to realize she didn’t like clamps.
She sucked a gasp, almost snatching her hands off her head in defense of her protesting nipple.
“Ow!” She hunched her shoulders, but the bite was firm, and bouncing did not dislodge it. “Get it off, Daddy. Get it off!”
“Naughty girls who tease don’t always get what they want.” Turning his attention to her other breast, he cupped the soft flesh in his warm hand, molding and caressing until her nipple—traitor that it was—rose to stand for him. “There’s a good girl,” he purred and attached the second biting clamp with a smug smile.
It was awful. Already the first nipple to suffer was throbbing and not in a good way. Although try to tell her pussy that—it was throbbing along with the pain.
“Owie,” she whined, bouncing on her heels. That was a mistake. The more she bounced, the worse it hurt. “Take them off, please, please, please!”
He already had another clamp in his hand. One corner of his mouth curling with evil intent, he squeezed the clamp, letting it make little biting motions as he studied her for a place to put it.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I promise I’ll go to bed now.”
His gaze never breaking from hers, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.
He couldn’t.
He wouldn’t!
She stared in open horror as he reached between her legs, combing his fingers through her folds in search of her clit.
The urge to whip her hands off her head and grab his wrist was almost as powerful as the throbbing ache growing in her