Daring Little Daisy Page 6

  “More, please,” she begged reminding him of his promise. She had kept up her end of the deal. Now she wanted her payout

  “More? Please?” Rett teased, pausing his ministrations long enough to wiggle his fingers where she could see them.

  If he didn’t touch her soon, he was going to have to restrain her to keep her from coming after him in a desperate rage.

  She whimpered and stretched her body flat and taut against the bed, lengthening herself as much as she could in an attempt to feel slimmer than she was.

  “Is this what you wanted, little flower?” he whispered thickly as his thumb found her clit and two fingers dipped inside her wet slit.

  “Yes!”

  With a grin, Rett began to play with her, starting slow, and then giving her a bit more, until he was all but fucking her with just two fingers.

  When she seriously thought she might come, he shook his head, and pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips. To her amazement, he opened his mouth and inserted one finger slowly into his mouth, all the way to the knuckle, and sucked it off, then repeated the process with the other finger while she watched in awe.

  “Daddy enjoyed touching this pretty little pussy,” he said with a salacious grin. “And it tastes so good, I think I might have to put my tongue there next. What do you think, flower? Do you want Daddy’s tongue on your sweet kitty?”

  God. Yes.

  She parted her lips to say yes, but her mouth was dry. Licking her lips, she nodded and tossed against the bed.

  “You know what you have to give Daddy, don’t you?”

  She paused and met his gaze as understanding dawned. Lord, but this man did not play fair. She was throbbing and pulsing for his touch. Her pussy ached and her body felt like jello that had been set on fire and he was going to play dirty.

  She wanted to hold out, but her body wouldn’t let her. She needed this man’s tongue on her, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

  “I have pretty eyes,” she whispered. “And I like my eyelashes,” she added for good measure.

  “Very good, flower. Daddy can reward you now.”

  With that, he flattened his body so that he was on his stomach between her legs and with a final deliciously naughty grin, dipped his head. His tongue felt like silk on her nether regions, teasing and taunting as he slowly licked her pussy lips.

  “Reach down and hold yourself open for Daddy,” he instructed, and she did so without a second thought. She was beyond anything but perfect obedience at the moment.

  When his tongue slipped inside her and his fingers followed, she arched her back, throwing her body toward him, seeking every bit of his touch that she could find.

  “Whoa there, flower, slow your roll. We have a lot of ground to cover before we are through here.” He paused to look up and speak, but his fingers stayed inside her slowly strumming and alternately fucking her insides.

  She forced her body still and waited for the soft velvet of his tongue on her womanly folds. She didn’t have to wait for long, and within minutes he had her in an orgasm-climbing tizzy, gripping his head, pulling at his hair, and arching her hips up to meet him. His tongue was doing figure-eights on her clit, and his fingers were filling her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and back as he deftly slid them in and out.

  He wasn’t going to let her come yet. She knew this instinctively, and truthfully, she wanted to delay release as long as possible. She had a feeling once she came, he would move on to the spanking portion of the evening and she wasn’t looking forward to that.

  When he pulled away, she wasn’t even surprised, and held her breath to see what he would do next.

  All he did was stare at her in silence. She knew what he was waiting for but she felt like making him ask for it. It was hard to do on her own, especially not knowing what the payout would be.

  They locked eyes for longer than a minute, maybe two and finally he shook his head. “You know what I want, little one. And choose carefully, because whatever you choose, that’s where I will be focusing my attention next. I don’t think you want me finger fucking your nose or licking your eyeballs, do you?”

  He was bluffing. He had to be. It was too dirty and there were too many options that he wouldn’t like. Like feet. She knew he was not a foot fetish man. He could look, but touching was not his thing, beyond maybe a good foot rub, he had said.

  She could maybe go for a good foot rub, she decided. Lifting one leg, she blinked innocently and smiled. “I have very pretty and feminine feet.”

  His mouth dropped open and stayed that way for a split second before he recovered, shooting her a weary and unamused glance that said that he knew exactly what she was up to, and took the offered foot, holding it between both hands and inspecting it thoroughly. She rather wished she still had her red polish on, but that was his fault.

  “Indeed, you do have pretty and feminine feet,” he surmised. “In fact, I would say they are pretty enough to eat.”

  With that he opened his mouth, and with an expression that told her that he was valiantly fighting to keep the disgust from his face, licked the length of her foot.

  Shock raced through her body, and she fought the urge to pull away. He would give in long before she would, he had to.

  Before she could even finish the thought, he opened his mouth, and stuck her big toe into it, trying to force a smile as he sucked it rather awkwardly.

  Okay. Uncle. Enough is enough. “Stop! What are you doing?” she cried, yanking her leg from his grasp and just barely managing to not kick him in the face in the process.

  “I told you what was going to happen. You should know better than to mess with Daddy like that.” He grimaced and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “And if you think you won’t be paying for that later, you are sorely mistaken. Now choose again, and for real this time.”

  “I don’t want to,” she said stubbornly, angry at the threat of more punishment.

  “Fine then, I guess you can pay for it now,” he said with a shrug, placing his hands on her hips like he was going to flip her onto her stomach.

  Don’t mess with Daddy.

  “Okay! No! Wait!” she cried, smiling when he stopped in his tracks.

  “I’m waiting, flower,” he reminded her while she hemmed and hawed, wondering if there was another way she could get back at him.

  “One, two, I’m only counting to three.”

  “I have nice breasts!” she cried. “Nice, and they are big, but not too big.”

  “Yes. I was wondering when I would get a chance to play with them,” he said moving his hands to cup a handful of breast in each one.

  Her body relaxed as she followed his gaze, knowing his attention was focused on one of her better assets. His rough hands held her, squeezing gently. “Beautiful round full breasts with perfect rosebud nipples,” he proclaimed, making her blush. “And these nipples,” he continued brushing over them with the tips of his fingers until they were hard and tight, puckered under his touch. “The perfect size. Not too big and not too small. In fact, I’d wager a guess that they are a perfect mouthful.” As he said it, he dipped his head to her chest and gathered her into his mouth, making sure to take the whole of her nipple and areola between his lips. Her already tight nipples got harder when he flicked his tongue across the tip, sending an explosion of nerves down her belly and into her now again throbbing pussy.

  “Damn,” she whispered, as his tongue flicked and teased her tight bud, sucking until she was pulling away from his touch.

  There was a moment of loss and reprieve until he took the other breast into his mouth and repeated the process again, until her pussy was aching and throbbing for his touch.

  When he finally pulled away, she was panting. “Don’t ask me again,” she panted. “It’s not fair.”

  “It’s plenty fair,” he argued, “but I’m not going to ask you again. It’s Daddy’s turn to show you what he loves.”

  “Okay,” she agreed breathlessly, even as a
nxiety squeezed her stomach.

  “Daddy likes everything. Every curve, every dimple, every inch, and yes, every pound, even the so-called extra ones,” he informed her, his voice a husky whisper as he leaned down to nibble her neck.

  She gasped and squirmed when his soft kisses grazed upon the ticklish part of her neck, and he lingered there for just a second before continuing his trail. Her neck. Her collarbone. The tops of her shoulders. Down one arm and up the other. He left no spot unkissed, and no body part unworshipped.

  He kissed the soft folds of her belly and ran his tongue in a teasing circle around her belly button before moving himself to the crevice of her thighs. Trailing his tongue along her bikini line, he tortured her by licking, kissing, and nipping every inch around her glistening pussy but not giving it any of the attention she was currently begging for.

  “Hey!” she protested when he moved down her legs to her knees and calves. When he reached her ankles, she folded her body at the waist and tried to sit up, glaring darkly at him.

  “Don’t you dare!”

  “Don’t I?” he asked innocently, pressing a soft kiss to her ankle. “Funny, that’s exactly where you said you wanted my attention not all that long ago.” He paused, tapped his chin, and shot her a sneaky smile.

  “Speaking of which, didn’t I say you were going to pay for that?”

  “Nooooo.” It was a long and pitiful whine, but before she even managed to finish it, he had flipped her over onto her stomach.

  “Oomph. Okay, I get it,” she protested. “I’ll try to stop worrying about what I look like and focus on having a good time.”

  “Well, that’s more like it,” he agreed cheerfully. “But easier said than done, I’m sure. So let me just help you out and continue my quest to make sure you get the message.”

  “Oh, brother,” she sighed softly, but threw her hands back to cover her butt.

  Without a word, he removed them and tucked them at her sides. Grabbing her legs by the ankles, he gave a swift tug and pulled her down the bed so that her legs were hanging off the mattress and her butt was balanced right at the edge of it. He then stood between her legs, so close to her that if he had been naked his erect cock would have brushed against her skin.

  “This,” he proclaimed, slapping both hands softly to splay upon her ass cheeks, “is my favorite part.”

  “Oh geez,” she muttered. “The worst part you mean.”

  “Don’t tell me what I mean, little one,” he scolded, spanking her left cheek harder this time.

  After he smacked, he squeezed, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh in his hands. He pinched and caressed, leaving no part of her bottom untouched as he whispered sweet nothings of appreciation into her ear.

  “Such a beautiful, shapely bottom. Round and soft and perfectly kissable,” he whispered before laying a soft kiss upon the center of each cheek. “Biteable too,” he said before nibbling softly on the same skin that he had just kissed.

  With a symphony of soft moans, she squirmed against the mattress. He could tell that she was enjoying this just as much as she was, putty in his hands. Now all he had to do was get her to see what he saw.

  Working on it.

  “This cute perfect bottom is spankable too,” he announced laying down a barrage of a dozen stinging slaps in a pattern. First one cheek and then the other.

  The slaps were hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to hurt really, and the whimpers that followed were touched with the song of arousal.

  She was moaning softly, pushing her butt up to meet his hand. He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

  Not yet.

  Laying his hands flat against her cheeks, he pulled, parting them to expose her tight little bottom hole.

  Her spine went rigid and her head snapped to attention, but she did not protest.

  Without lifting his hands, he pushed one thumb against the puckered opening and pressed gently. “I’d wager a guess that it is perfectly fuckable too.”

  She turned to look at him, over her shoulder. Her heart shaped lips were parted, open just enough to display a mixture of surprise, curiosity and arousal. A blush crept up her cheeks. The soft pink tinge matched the flush his hand had left on her bottom.

  She blinked at him with wide question-filled eyes. “Not tonight, flower,” he answered. “Not tonight, but soon.”

  She nodded, and having got the answer she was seeking, laid her head back upon her arms which were now folded under her head.

  He pushed the cheeks closed and softly ran his hands in circles over the fleshiest part of her bottom.

  “Whenever you feel self-conscious, flower, I want you to remember this session. I want you to think about Daddy’s words to you and the feel of his lips on your skin, kissing every beautiful inch.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she agreed before he could finish.

  “And, just like you remember those things, I want you to remember the spanking you are about to receive.”

  This time her moan was real, and more of a groan, really. Her face which had been turned to the side, staring at the wall, watching him on the large oversized mirror that hung parallel to the bed, turned back into her arms and got buried there.

  Her relaxed cheeks clenched, and her legs crossed at the ankles, locking him between them.

  Turning around, he dutifully uncrossed them.

  “It’s time for your spanking, little one. I’ll start with a warm-up since it’s been a while, but you will be punished thoroughly, and you will feel my belt tonight.”

  Chapter Nine

  It was time. No more wondering. No more waiting. No more nervous anticipation, worrying that it would be too much or not enough.

  She was finally going to know what it was like to be spanked by someone with whom she had a deep emotional connection.

  Her Daddy.

  He was going to give her the thing that she wanted most and least all at the same time.

  Blowing out a deep breath she had started to hold when he made his announcement, she nodded.

  “So,” Daddy continued, walking out from between her legs, “I’m going to go sit on that couch over there, where my bag of implements and supplies is, and when you are ready, you are going to come over and tell me why you are getting a spanking. And then you are going to place yourself over my knee because that’s where a little girl belongs. Over Daddy’s knee.”

  “I don’t want to go over your knee,” she whined. “I’m too—”

  “Think very carefully before you finish that sentence, young lady,” he growled, stalking out of her view and over to the couch.

  She did think. Very carefully. And she decided she did have a few self preservation skills left after all. She may be big and wear more than a few extra pounds, but Daddy was big too. And strong. And she wouldn’t crush him, like she had been about to say.

  Sighing softly, she slowly pulled her naked, mushy-as-jello-inside-and-out, body off the bed, and got to her feet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and for a second she felt the familiar feelings of disgust and worry creeping in, but she paused, and pushed them down with a smile, doing what her Daddy had told her to do. She focused on the memory of his words and his lips, and how he hadn’t seemed disgusted by her body at all. Not one bit.

  Suddenly, she wanted her Daddy near her, even if that meant being over his knee for a spanking. At least she would feel his body pressed against hers, and he would comfort her when it was over.

  Turning away from the mirror, she resisted the urge to cover herself from his view and shuffled across the room toward him.

  She could see the pride etched in the lines of his encouraging smile and it gave her the courage she needed.

  When she reached him, she stood at the side of his lap, ready to place herself across it.

  “Daddy,” she began, drawing a deep breath. “I’m ready for my spankin’.”

  It wasn’t exactly what he had told her to say but the next part was harder, and she needed a minute to bui
ld herself up in order to get out the words that he wanted to hear.

  “I’m sorry I was naughty. I’m sorry I didn’t obey right away, and I’m sorry I tested you, and I’m sorry I said all the mean things about myself, and I’m sorry for anything else you need to spank me for.” She shifted from foot to foot as she spoke, deep in her Little space now, and the words came out in a rushed whoosh, but they came out, and Daddy looked pleased as he beamed at her.

  “Very good, little flower,” he commended, patting his lap with one hand while he took her hand with the other. “C’mon now and place yourself over Daddy’s knee.” Even as he said this, he guided her into position himself, with one hand leading her down, and the other pressed softly against the crest of her bottom.

  When she was in position, Daddy wasted no time jumping into action to give her the promised warm up. His hand fell, only slightly harder than it had previously, against the fleshy center section of her bottom in a series of stinging smacks.

  Daisy breathed in, relishing the pain and the skin-to-skin contact. She pushed her body down, pressing her breasts against the curve of his thighs, and focusing on the feel of being this close to him.

  As if he could read her mind, Daddy paused, wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her closer.

  Happy sigh.

  Her contentedness only lasted a minute before his hand crashed hard against her bottom.

  Guess the warm-up was over.

  “Ow!” she squealed, more from shock than protest. “That hurts.”

  “It’s supposed to hurt. Otherwise how will you learn?”

  “With kisses and cuddles and spoils? And chocolate. Chocolate definitely helps me learn.”

  His response was a loud laugh that shook his body. Daisy loved the rumbling sound of it and the way his thighs shook beneath her breasts.

  “Trust me, you will get thoroughly spoiled with all those things and more.”

  “Yay!” She forgot her precarious position for a moment and squealed happily, clapping her hands together.