Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Moving automatically, she responded to the command in his voice and collected the material. As she pulled the skirt higher on her curvy thighs, she paused. “I’m not a size two,” she told him.
“That is definitely not what I’m looking for,” he answered without pause.
Swallowing hard, she pulled it the rest of the way to her waist, leaving her clad only in her cotton panties. They weren’t even sexy panties. Closing her eyes so she didn’t see the lack of interest in his eyes, Gemma felt his hands grip her hips.
“Look at me, Little Bee. Do not hide behind your eyelids.”
Timidly, she peeked up at him. “Sorry, I didn’t plan this well.”
“Your panties look comfortable. That’s important for a long day of work. I think I can find some in that style that say Daddy’s Girl.” His fingers traced over her sensitive mound.
Shivering at his touch, Gemma wanted to wear those panties so much. Would he really claim her so playfully? And intimately?
“These panties need to come off, Little Bee.”
Without waiting for her to react, he slid them down her thighs to cling just above her knees. When she automatically moved backward, he controlled her movement with firm hands, holding her hips in place. “Over my lap, Gemma. You can hide there.”
Too embarrassed to even consider the truth in this statement, she quickly lowered herself over his thighs. Trying to offset her weight over his muscular thighs, she pushed against the floor with her fingertips and toes. Quickly, he eliminated this option by adjusting her position and widening his legs until she dangled helplessly over his lap.
“Daddy’s in control, Little Bee.” His hand caressed her bare bottom, drawing all her attention to this targeted area.
Before she could tell him she’d changed her mind, he lifted one hand and dropped it onto her unprotected flesh. Gemma reared upward and tried to push away with her hands. Anton simply pressed a forearm across her shoulder blades to hold her in place.
His hand landed again on her bottom and he announced, “None of that, Gemma. You don’t want Daddy to make this a real punishment.”
She shook her head vigorously as his smacks landed quickly and solidly on her vulnerable buttocks. Heat was building on her skin, and she knew her bottom had to be turning red. What would a real punishment feel like?
“Spread your legs, Little Bee. I won’t allow you to squeeze your legs together,” he firmly ordered, and she automatically widened her thighs as far as her panties would allow.
The garment around her legs reminded her just how exposed she was to his view. Thwack! She attempted to rear up again when his hand landed directly on her pussy. The wet sound revealed what she’d tried to hide even from herself. Quickly, she pulled her legs together.
“Apart, Little girl,” he commanded in an even deeper voice than normal that made her pause.
She moved back into the position he required as she wondered if he could be aroused as well. His hand landed again, brushing against her sensitive area but not impacting it directly. Gemma wiggled slightly, wanting his touch there between her legs. She needed him there.
“Daddy knows, Gemma. You haven’t earned your release yet. Tell me how you’re feeling. Did you need a spanking?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy,” she begged.
She was rewarded with a firm spank between her legs.
“Yes!”
She drooped over his thighs when he returned to pepper her buttocks with swats. The heat continued to build on her skin until she was wiggling restlessly on his lap. Gemma tried to relieve the growing sexual tension she felt by grinding her mound against the hard muscles underneath her. Any hint of embarrassment that crept into her mind was shuttled away. She couldn’t think of anything but the feel of his body supporting her and her need to come.
Thwack!
A keening sound fell from her lips. Her orgasm hovered so close she could feel it. “Please!”
“I love your sounds, Little Bee. They tell me you need this.” His fingers brushed through the wetness of her pussy and found the small bundle of nerves at the top of her soaked entrance. After rolling it between his fingers, he spanked her lightly.
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed into the empty space of his house.
“Good job, Little girl. Daddy’s proud of you.”
His hand soothed over her heated bottom as he caressed her lightly to coax the most sensations from her body. Gemma sagged over his lap, never wanting to move. She protested when after a few minutes, he lifted her limp body into his arms to cradle her against him.
“I know, Little Bee. Pleasure spankings are good, aren’t they?”
She nodded against his hard chest, unable to speak yet. Gemma wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. Pressing hot kisses to his neck, she wiggled a bit closer and felt his response to her pleasure. His thick shaft pressed against her hip. It couldn’t be that large, could it?