Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
I looked at her, my beautiful, sweet girl, and I knew. I knew more than anything else; this woman was mine.
I pushed her until she was against the table. Her tits moved up and down in rapid succession, and her large eyes watched my face, trying to read what I’d mastered at making unreadable.
“You’re right,” I said, brushing my nose against her soft, delicate earlobe. “You’re not a toy, but you will be my toy. And I take very good care of my toys.” I brushed my fingers against the hem of her nightgown. “But I promise, Angel, you’ll beg me to play with you whenever I want.”
I brushed against her pussy lips, and she pushed her hips toward me. “Aren’t you eager? But the thing is, little girl, you made Daddy very upset with your smart mouth earlier.”
Gripping her waist, I turned her and pushed her face onto the table. The tea sloshed on the marble surface as Sarena gripped the sides. I tugged her nightgown above her waist, exposing her sexy-as-fuck ass. I caressed one ass cheek before I pulled my hand back, and the sound of my palm hitting her ass reverberated around the room.
“You’re a good girl, Sarena, but maybe you need to be bad.”
Chapter Eight
Sarena
My body exploded with every strike of his hand on my ass. The sensations intensified, and my mind floated to a place of perfect peace. I’d been trying to keep it together my whole life, and something as simple as a spanking from this man had taken a ton of bricks off my shoulders with such ease.
“You were a bad girl, Sarena, and bad girls get punished.” Sebastian’s fingers slid between my ass cheeks and moved toward my slit. He barked a laugh. “What’s this?” He pushed his index finger inside me, and I moaned in pure ecstasy. “Is the spanking turning you on, little girl? Are you dripping for Daddy? You know who gets wet like this, Sarena?”
He pulled his finger out of me and rubbed the glistening tip along my lips. He gripped my hair and yanked my head back. “It’s rude not to answer Daddy when he asks you a question. Who gets wet like this?”
My tongue darted out, and I licked at my arousal before I swallowed and answered. “No.”
His hand impacted my ass, and I bit down on my bottom lip to muffle my screams. “A dirty slut, Sarena. A filthy girl who desperately needs Daddy to take her over his knee and make her good. That’s who.”
“Please,” I begged, the words barely escaping my lips. “Please, more.”
Sebastian's hand repeatedly connected with my skin. His strikes were hard, fast, and fueled with passion and regret, but neither of us cared. Those blows on my flesh were like the shackles of life disintegrating into dust.
When the sounds of his palm slapping my skin stopped, I experienced a loss that was soon forgotten when his large fingers invaded my center. He worked my pussy like a master violinist. Fingers so talented that I was sure he’d picked the wrong career.
“You’re so fucking tight, Angel.”
My body jerked as he added another finger and scissored them inside me. I’d fingered myself before, but this was a whole new level. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream from pain or pleasure.
“I want you to come on my hand, Angel. Be a good girl for Daddy and give me what I want.”
Daddy. The word hung in the air between us. His use of it made me uncomfortable but also burned me up until I thought I would blow.
His thumb pressed against my clit, and my body shook from the pressure. “That’s it, baby. Grip my fingers. Show Daddy how much you like being my little toy. The thing is, Sarena, I don’t want just any toy. If that were the case, I would have fucked my way through New York. The only little fuck toy I want is you.”
And right there, with my face shoved against the cold marble, I came undone on his fingers with tears of joy and relief streaming down my face.
He gripped my waist and lifted me to him. His fingers trailed up my sides, leaving a rash of goose pimples behind. He gripped my breasts and kneaded them, his touch both gentle and rough.
“I’m a complicated man, but I’m not a bastard. I tried to deny my need for you, run from it, hide from it. But you got under my skin, Sarena. You’re implanted there, and a part of me hates you for it. Because caring about someone means you open yourself up to them. I’ve spent my life being closed off until you. So as much as I want to make love to you and worship you, I also want to see you on the floor crawling like a dog. But I promise you this; I’ll never fuckin’ abandon you.”