Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I draw in another breath. Be brave. “I’d like that, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand comes back to my bottom. His other hand spreads out on the small of my back, making me shudder. “Spread your knees, Sophia.”
I suck in another breath. My thighs are squeezed together because I’m already aroused, and I’m embarrassed. My pussy is throbbing.
“Knees, naughty girl. I’m not going to begin until you open your pussy for me.”
I shudder again, my entire body quivering at his words. I’ve never been this aroused, and he hasn’t even started. But I open my thighs, my breath leaving my lungs in a ragged exhale.
“Good girl.” He lifts his hand and swats my bottom. Even though he’s done this before, and I’m not a stranger to spankings, this time is different. I feel it in my soul. This means something.
I’m scared about my feelings. Tonight was technically our first date, and already I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. I’ve never let myself even daydream about having a Daddy or even a boyfriend.
I’m twenty-five years old, and I’ve never had a serious relationship. I’ve never met anyone I felt like being involved with. Suddenly, as Tate spanks my bottom so perfectly with just the right amount of growing pressure, I think I know the reason why. I’ve been waiting for not just a man but a Daddy. I’ve been waiting for someone like Tate.
Can I really have this?
I close my eyes and stop my mind from running all over the place, focusing instead on how good it feels to be spanked by this Daddy. He doesn’t miss a single spot. He covers every inch of my skin, including the backs of my thighs.
In a few minutes, my bottom is hot and burns with every swat, but also my pussy is wet and needy. It’s hard to keep my legs parted. My instinct is to squeeze my thighs together to get any amount of pressure against my throbbing clit.
When Tate stops spanking me, he lifts his hand away altogether, leaving my skin on fire. I need contact against it. I need him to rub the burn away, but he doesn’t.
“Deep breaths, Little one. Is your pussy feeling greedy?”
I moan as I pull my knees in just enough to lift my bottom toward him in supplication. “Please, Sir.”
He lets me squirm for a moment before finally setting his hand on my thigh. His fingers wrap around precariously close to my wet folds just like he’s done several times tonight.
I’m panting and whimpering and wiggling my ass all at the same time.
“You love it when my hand is on your thigh, don’t you, Little one?”
I moan.
He slides his fingers infinitesimally closer to my pussy. “Every time I stroked your inner thighs tonight, your breath hitched.” He emphasizes his point by lightly grazing my skin, and I arch my head off my folded arms and moan loudly into the silence of the room when he applies pressure to my skin, parting my folds, opening my pussy.
“I’m a greedy man, Sophia. I want this pussy to be mine. I want to mark you in a way you know you’re mine and erase everyone before me from your mind.”
I suck in a breath and hold it, pursing my lips.
“Does that scare you, Sophia?” he asks, undoubtedly misinterpreting my reaction.
I release my lips and mutter, “Yes, Sir.” It’s not a lie. I’m scared out of my mind. Mostly I’m afraid Tate is two seconds from ruining me. He doesn’t understand how deeply I want to belong to him and how important this is.
And then he asks the one thing that I can’t avoid answering. “How many men have touched this pussy, Sophia?” His voice is deep, gravelly, so very dominant.
I shouldn’t be shocked he would ask. He’s obviously possessive. It’s not something I knew about him before tonight, but from the moment he set his hand on my bare thigh soon after arriving, I suspected he would be the sort of man to take over a Little girl’s life.
Can I do this? Can I give myself to him? It’s monumental, much bigger than he understands, but as soon as I answer his question, he will know.
Instead of backing down, Tate presses harder against my skin, parting my pussy farther. He leans his head closer to me. “Sophia, tell me. Tell Daddy. I want to know how many men I need to erase. I know it’s personal, but you’re under my skin, Little one. I knew before Theo arranged this date tonight that I wanted you all the way under my skin, inside me. I knew I wanted you to be my Little girl. That’s why I was so persistent about setting up a date. I know you’re scared. I know you’re hesitant, and I fully understand that. I’d be worried if you weren’t, and I’ll give you all the time in the world you need to trust and believe me. Right now, I want to fuck your sweet pussy with my fingers until you scream. Before I do that, I need you to tell me how many men you’ve had sex with.”