Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He pats his thigh with his open palm. A big palm. His hands are huge. Why did I not realize that before?
“Come. Don’t keep daddy waiting.”
I swallow back my nerves, gliding through the tub over to him. He takes my hand, helping me up until I’m standing on the seat his feet are planted on. Just do it, just do it fast. Shame fills me but I don’t fight the feeling. I let it wash over me. And I obey him, laying myself over his lap.
When I’m settled over his legs, the words come tumbling from my soul, falling from my mouth.
“Maybe I should dry off…?”
“No trying to get out of this. What do you say to your daddy?”
Oh, God, oh God! My heart hammers and my palms are dry, but I still manage to croak out, “Spank me, daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.”
He gives a dark chuckle. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re laid out over my lap, totally out of control, and still trying to boss me around.”
I can’t help myself. I want to be his bad girl, his babygirl, for this one night. I want to call him daddy and have him spank me and— “Ow!” His hand comes down, with a surprising force, smacking the center of my wet, silk covered ass. There’s a little splat sound from the water from the hot tub. “That hurt!”
“It ought to. Little girls shouldn’t disobey their daddies.” He brings his hand down again, on the center of my right cheek, then the center of my left.
“Mm…it hurts, but…it feels good.” The stinging spreads from my ass, creeping between my thighs, making tingles dance through my pussy.
“Daddy wants to spank your bare ass.” His fingers wander up my thigh, unsnapping the fastenings at the crotch of my teddy. He brushes over the gusset of my G-string panties, sending sparks through my core. He pushes the fabric of the teddy up over my ass, exposing my bare cheeks.
I give a little shiver as the cool air rushes over my skin.
He pats my curves. “Now, say please, and ask daddy to spank you like a good girl.”
I moan, my hips wiggling against his thigh in anticipation. “Please, daddy, spank me.”
“You ask so prettily.” He brings his hand down, spanking my ass, alternating cheeks, right and left, right and left. He stops, smoothing his palm over my warming flesh. “And you look stunning over my lap like this. Like you should be here every night.”
Every night? Oh my God. Did he really think that?
My skin stings under the spanks from his big hand and it feels so good, if he asked me now, I’d probably commit to coming back. But this is a one-time thing, a fuck and run, a fill up the bank account and never see him again and—oh-my-God-what-is-he-doing-with-his-hand, right now? His hand slips down the cleft in my ass, his fingertips pressing against my back entrance over the thin scrap of fabric of my G-string, completely voiding my mind of thought.
“Daddy would love to take you here, one day.” His finger slides beneath the G-string and he pulls it back, letting it go with a snap against my skin.
“I, uh, I don’t know about that.” But the way it feels when he touches me makes me think maybe I would go there with him, one day, if we saw each other again and he keeps making me feel like this—Emmeline, quit it.
One time. Then back to med school, back to becoming a doctor. I respond to my own thoughts out loud. “Right. One time, Emmeline.”
His hand stops moving. “What was that?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. I…oh…” he slips his fingers between my thighs, pressing over my panties. I give a sigh of pleasure. “I like that.”
“I know you do. I can feel how wet you are, and I know it’s not from the hot tub.” His finger sneaks under the elastic band of my panties, diving into my slick folds.
And I almost fucking come.
“Oh my God!” My body tightens over his lap and my thighs spread to the side, offering him better access to pleasure me. “More of that.”
His finger plunges in my pussy, filling and stretching me as his other hand comes down hard on my bare ass. “Still so bossy. Daddy needs to teach you who’s in charge.”
“Sorry, daddy,” I whimper. “I meant, more of that, please.”
“Good girl. But don’t come till daddy says or you’re going to feel my belt across your ass.”
I give a gasp at the thought of his leather belt smacking my ass, just as he makes the addition of a second finger to his first. The two fingers move together, filling me and fucking me and now I’m laying limp over his legs, my hips bucking backwards, my pussy demanding every ounce of friction I can get.