Desiring the Forbidden (13 page)

“Your spanking would’ve been done — and more than likely, I’d be giving you an orgasm by now — but instead, you’re getting paddled. It’s never worth lying. If you don’t learn with this spanking, little girl, you’ll learn it in time. Trust me.”

She leaned over the arm, the cool leather pressing against her hot, moist sex. She wrapped her arms around a pillow, hoping it would keep her hands in front of her. His bare foot tapped the inside of her left ankle, the unspoken message to widen her stance. She moaned, but moved them nonetheless. He braced her hips with both hands, pulling her bottom out, the cool air brushing across the wet lips of her pussy, her vulnerable anus. Just knowing he would be looking at her in this way had her wishing the floor would swallow her up.

The cold wood tapped only a couple times before she felt it lift away. She tried tightening her bottom cheeks, but in this position it was impossible. Nothing prepared her for the heavy swat. Her body rocked on the pillowed armrest, trying to find purchase to rise up — that is, until his hard hand pressed her against the couch with a warning. “Don’t even think of moving. You do
not
want extras. Trust me, girl.”

He must’ve decided that giving the ten strikes all at once would be to her benefit, and if she’d been asked she would’ve argued that it wasn’t, but obviously her opinion wasn’t part of the decision-making process.

Sunni expelled all the air in her lungs by the third swat, her chest constricting, seemingly unable to pull in air at all. The swats were so fast that she’d barely been able to comprehend that there would be no break in between them, when she finally gasped, inhaling deeply, her lungs burning, her low, loud wail sounding nothing like her own voice. She couldn’t remember a time in her life that she’d ever hurt so badly. Just as she began to panic, fearing that it might never end, the paddle was tossed onto the cushion in front of her.

“You’ll stay there until I release you.” He scooped up his belt from the couch, and she felt herself stiffen.

Oh, dear Lord, he wouldn’t… I just can’t do this anymore.

He apparently saw her body language. “Your punishment is over, baby girl. There’ll be no more spanking tonight. I promise. Poor baby.”

He walked behind her and she turned her head, watching his gorgeous ass stride down the hallway, the dreaded belt dangling from his fist. He turned into his bedroom, then walked back out with something shiny in his hand, something she’d never seen before.

He stood so close to her that the hair on his thighs brushed against her sore ass. “This poor bottom is so hot… and I’m sure sore. My poor girl. I think a reminder for the night will keep this lesson at the forefront of your mind.”

He pressed his hips into her, his hardened cock nudging into the crevice of her ass and against her moist sex. “God, Sunni, you’re drenched.” He slid the broad head of his cock through the lips of her pussy, bumping against her clit. She ground herself on the now dampened leather arm of the couch, the stickiness sliding between her thighs.

She jumped, however, when something cold slid up and down through the wetness gathered between her pussy lips. “Oh! What is that?”

“This little friend of mine — and yours — is a plug. I’m going to be inserting this into your little rosebud. You’ll feel it every time you roll over or move, as a reminder of what happens to naughty girls. You won’t do this again, sweetie.”

After twirling and thrusting the plug within her, coating it with her juices, he extricated it and pressed it against her puckered hole. She clenched tightly. “Oh, Daddy!”

“This is a small one, Sunni. You can handle this. We’ll progress to larger ones, in time.”

She felt Cade’s fingers enter her sex, and Sunni pushed back, plunging them deeper, her arousal climbing. Daddy seized the opportunity of her body relaxing, prodding the plug into her dark channel. The burn made her growl in her throat, biting her lip. It didn’t look that big in his hand, but it certainly felt
much
larger in her ass.

Cade persistently thrust the metal intruder into her body until she felt it pop in, her muscles tightening upon the narrower neck. He patted her hip like one would a wild horse, or a passing dog. “Time to get you into bed.”

“B-but”—he hoisted her up with a strong hand at her elbow—”I’m not tired, Daddy.”

“Tired or not, you’ll lie in bed.” He urged her to walk in front of him to her room. She stepped with a mincing gait, the plug feeling too big, its weight jostling inside her. As much as she tried, she wanted to spread her legs, but felt foolish at the idea of waddling before him with her butt stuck out behind her. She was sure she didn’t look particularly attractive at that moment, no matter how she walked, but she knew this way at least she wouldn’t look like she had a corn cob up her ass.

That was
exactly
how she felt though.

She watched him pile the king-sized pillows in a line at the center of the bed. He had said they were done, but concern rose within her as she watched him. “Get up on the bed, your head on the end of the pillow, your bottom pointed up. Widen your knees around the pillow. I want that ass up nice and high.”

She climbed up quietly, not sure she liked where this was going — at all. But she was a little too frightened to argue at that point. Nothing said she wouldn’t be fussing at him about all of this though. There was only so much a girl could put up with quietly.

The cotton pillowcase felt cool against her cheek. She’d been upset and cried so much, that she had no doubt her face was flushed. In addition, the plug in her ass had her clit throbbing nonstop. She feared she might start humping the pillow.

I wonder how Daddy would deal with me masturbating on his pillow.

Just to test him out — a little — she ground herself onto the edge of the pillow, her clit rubbing upon the crisp, clean cotton.

“Hips up in the air. Now.” His large hand hoisted her bottom into prominent placement, not allowing her aching clit to touch the pillow any longer. “That plug makes you horny. Huh, baby?”

“Uhm… yes, Daddy.”

“You’re going to stay in this position for a while. I’m going to put a blindfold on you so you won’t be able to see when I’m in this room watching, or when I’ve left. If you’re a good girl, keeping still, not touching your bottom or pussy, and keeping that hot wet cunt of yours from pleasuring itself against my pillows, I’ll give you a good girl orgasm. However, if I find you rubbing, touching, or grinding your sex on anything, you’ll be given a spanking. I want you aroused to the point of losing your mind. I want you dripping onto my bed and my hand — not yours. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck! How in the name of hell am I going to do this?

“Waiting and obeying is part of your lesson.” The bed dipped when he knelt beside her. “Let me get you started.” He slid the blindfold over her head, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail. Cade’s hand slid up her back until it paused on her scorched backside, plumping and squeezing the flesh there. His fingers pumped into her sex, and she ground her hips downward, hoping to get a little rub from the pillow.

A swath of fire erupted across her ass. Cade growled, “I warned you, little girl. Ass up.” He swatted the other cheek, both buttocks now burning. His skilled fingers glided up to her clit, lightly circling it.

Sunni grit her teeth, her thighs trembling. “Oh God, Daddy. I-I can’t do this.”

“You’ve just started, baby. I plan on having a lot more fun with this hot cunt and ass of yours. Then, if you’re a good girl, and ask real nice, I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming.”

Just hearing him say that he’d fuck her had her hips thrusting forward. She groaned, and felt like she might burst into tears with the frustration. She wanted to fuck him more than anything, but how would she hold still? How? He twisted the plug inside her, the tight ring of muscles around the neck of the plug clenching tight, her whole body stiffening in response. Unexpectedly, he pulled on the plug then, eliciting a shout from her. The tug and burn in her anus had her reaching back to prevent him from doing it again.

“Uh-uh. Bad girl. Put your hands in front of you.”

Cade slipped his fingers into her sex again, swiping against the slick, tender tissues inside, the muscles clamping upon the long digits. He wiped his hand on her hip, her scent filling the air, and then without any further instruction or words of warning or comfort, he stood up from the bed, leaving her feeling empty.

If he’d had clothes on, she might have been able to hear the brushing of his pant legs or the rustle of his shirt, but with him naked even those clues were absent. Though he’d said he had turned the heat up, her body shivered, her sticky juices on her thighs cooling upon her skin. If she could get the throbbing to stop — and simply obey him — she might have a prayer of getting her brains fucked out.

God knows I’ve been looking forward to this. Just hold still, Sunni!

It was easier said than done.

She shifted on her knees, hoping if she widened her stance more, maybe it’d help. But once she moved, the plug jostled her pussy, constricting so tightly that she swore her eyes rolled permanently to the back of her head.

Fuck it! Just go with it — let your body find release.

She didn’t stop the rolling tremors and rhythmic pulsing. Didn’t even try. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood. And at moment, she heard his growling voice.

“If you come, I’m taking my back scratcher and spanking your pussy and clit.”

What the fuck did he say?

She looked back in the direction his voice had come from, rising up onto her hands and knees. “Now, wait a minute. This is fucking torture. I don’t think I know
how
to hold an orgasm off — and I’m not sure I want to! I’m pretty sure you promised to fuck me, so can we just get on with it? I’ve been good. I haven’t rubbed, or touched myself, or done… anything.”

“Correction. You’ve been good for five minutes. Is that how you talk to your Daddy?” She jumped at the tone of his voice. He had crossed the room and was standing on the other side of her.

Damn him!

She tried turning toward his voice again, only to have her head pressed firmly down upon the pillow again.

“Looks like I’ll be showing you what happens when you’re sassy. Keep your head down.” She heard drawers opening and closing, and once again, the mattress dipped with his weight.

“Daddy?” Her voice sounded small to her own ears.

“Yes, sweet pea.”

“I just want you to fuck me.” She felt tears running down her cheeks, part of her just plain mad at what he was doing to her. Was it so bad that he promised and she wanted it? She’d been obedient. Well, kind of, anyway.

“Well, hell.” Cade sighed loudly, clearing his throat, his voice sounding raspy. “I just want to fuck you too, sweetie. But I’m also trying to show you how I expect you to behave. This is all new to you. You’re to submit to me and my authority, even if you don’t like it very much. That’s the point, actually. Submission is easy when it’s something you want to do. It’s when you’re busy, or have a thousand things to do, and I ask you to present your ass to me — that’s when submission is difficult. Or when you want me to fuck you senseless — and trust me, kitten, I
will be
fucking you senseless — and instead, I make you wait, writhing in need. That’s when obeying Daddy is difficult.”

His hand cupped her sex. “And by the way, your hot little cunt is dripping down onto the pillow, sweet pea. Christ, I can hardly wait until I can finally pound myself into you.”

“We can forget all about it and do that now. Please?”

“It wouldn’t be a favor to you — or to me. Trust me on this.” Something slapped against her ass, something that stung like blue blazes, but wasn’t stiff or hard.

“What the f — what is that?” The last thing Sunni needed to do was swear
again
and incur more punishment. This was already plenty hard enough to deal with. She didn’t need to make it worse.

“Good catch, little girl. It’s my leather paddle.” He continued to slap her bottom, but the focus of his swats seemed to be on her thighs. She danced on her knees, trying to move her legs out of his reach. He, of course, would have no tolerance for that sort of behavior, tucking her against his body as the next few slaps of that evil leather stayed focused upon her thighs. Although she’d told herself that she’d be stoic, and take those strokes, showing him she could be his good girl, she found herself crying—again. She had spent more time crying around the man than she even wanted to think about.

A sob escaped, sounding more like a cough than crying, but the paddle ceased and he pulled her into his lap. “Daddy’s girl, my poor baby.”

He took the blindfold off, and even though the room wasn’t well-lit, she squinted against the brightness peeking between her lashes. Before she could swipe at the tears, the pads of his thumbs wiped them away. His deep voice rolled over her, warming her insides and reawakening her clit. “Do you think you’ll keep your sassy remarks to yourself?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You can ask questions, but you need to be respectful. And you also need to keep in mind that just because you asked, doesn’t mean Daddy is going to always say yes either. I want you to be happy, baby, but ultimately the decision is mine. Understand?”