“Yellow,” she grinds out. I immediately drop the crop, move onto the bed, and settle between her thighs. I gently rub my hands across her heated skin.
“Talk to me,” I say, leaning over to kiss the tender flesh.
“I can handle two more,” she says after a moment’s rest. “With your hand.”
“Anything for you,” I tell her, giving her sore ass one last kiss.
I move my hand to a spot on the side of her thigh that hasn’t been hit with the crop and smack her lightly.
“Seven.” She moans and releases a breath. “Much better, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I go to the other thigh and administer her last piece of punishment.
“Eight.”
“I want to fuck this tight little pussy of yours in this skirt, Holly,” I tell her, using my thumbs to spread her open. She’s so fucking wet. “But first—” I pause and let my hands wander up her body, massaging her back. “—I need to make sure you’re okay to continue.”
I move to hover over her as I wrap her hair in my hand. She turns her head to meet my eyes. They’re red-rimmed from the punishment, but her pupils are still blown wide, swallowing almost every bit of those beautiful grey irises.
“Please,” she begs, her voice full of lust and need. “I need to feel you inside of me, Mr. Saint. Please, fuck me.”
“As you wish, baby girl.”
I move back down her body, kissing and licking every piece of her body I can manage. Her sighs and moans urge me on. I stand and pull down my boxers, kicking them off before grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her back. I rip the rest of that shirt open, causing buttons to fly across the room. Pulling her bra down, I free her breasts and those perfect fucking nipples.
I lean back over her and take one in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth before moving to the other one. She whimpers and runs her fingers through my hair, holding my mouth to each breast.
“I could stay here all day,” I tell her, kissing up to her collarbone and then her neck before finally grabbing her mouth. Her mascara has run down her cheeks a bit from her punishment, and her lipstick is smeared, but I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. “But I think you’ve earned my cock now, don’t you?”
“Fuck, please,” she begs, her hips moving to try and line herself up with my dick. It slips and moves easily with how wet she is. I reach between us and line us up, slipping the head just far enough in that she can feel it.
“Look at me when I fuck you,” I tell her, grabbing her jaw and forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I want to see every little reaction to my cock filling you up. You give over every part of yourself to me when I am inside of you. Do you understand?”
Her eyes take me in while her hips move to try and take my cock further inside of her. But I keep myself far enough away that she can’t get what she wants. Her lip pokes out as she pouts and sighs. Such a needy little thing, my Holly is. So fucking perfect for me in every way.
“Yes, Daddy,” she finally answers when she realizes she isn’t getting what she wants until she does.
“Good girl.”
He pushes his entire length inside of me with one forceful thrust. My mouth drops open, and my breath leaves me completely. But I never take my eyes from his as he stretches and fills me with every excruciating inch.
It’s always like this, wildly intimate even with all of the punishments and play we throw in. All of that is surface-level, but when he fucks me, he makes sure he sees that it’s him and not the character he’s playing. And he wants to make sure he sees me and not the role I’m putting on. It’s us and only us.
He begins to move inside of me with short thrusts. He’s completely bottomed out inside of me, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time and his pelvis grinding against my clit as he moves.
“Nick,” I whisper.
“You like that, baby? You like my cock deep inside your tight little pussy? Filling you up? Hitting that perfect spot?”
I reach up and grab his mouth with my own, and our tongues fight for dominance. One of his arms snakes around and under my hips, lifting me up to a new angle where he can get even deeper. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily as he keeps up the same powerful but short thrusts.
“Give it to me, Holly,” he says against my mouth. “Come around your Daddy’s cock, baby girl.”
I hear myself list off a string of obscenities as the orgasm builds and then washes through me, causing my toes to curl and my nails to rake down his back. He hisses at the sting and stills as my pussy grips and pulses around him.